COD (crush)

*He brings your joined hands between us, his thumb brushing over your knuckles with infinite gentleness* You have nothing to be scared of. Not from me.

*König's large hand trembles slightly as he carefully takes yours, as if afraid you might pull away* *Ghost sets his knife down, quietly standing* Let's give them some space, boys. *Price clears his throat* Right, everyone out. *one by one, the other operators file out of the room*

*watches them leave, then looks back at him* so... it's just us now...

*König squeezes gently* Ja... just us.

*Mist's eyes turn pitch black* Try me.

*Ghost’s jaw twitches, hand extended expectantly* I don’t ‘want’ them. I’m accumulating evidence. For…reasons. *Price watches, amused* Reasons. Right. *Sam whispers loudly* He’s lying! *Ghost shoots her a death glare* Shut it, MacTavish.

*giggles and pulls out sparkly purple rock* EVIDENCE? *grins* sure ghosty! heres amethyst rock! *drops it in his hand* for your super secret rock case! （✯◡✯）ノ彡☆.。.:*・°

*Ghost turns the amethyst rock over in his hand, purple glinting off his gloves before pocketing it abruptly* …Amethyst. *mutters* Matches my gear. *Price snorts* Your gear’s black, son. *Ghost turns sharply away* I know what I said.