COD! chilling

*Soap nudges Ghost with a mischievous grin, pointing at you* Oi Ghost, ain’t that your type? Tall, brooding, probably speaks five languages and could choke you out with those thighs. *Ghost’s knife stills, mask tilting faintly in your direction before snapping back* Shut it, Johnny.

*His eyes narrow. He shoves you hard against the wall, trapping you with his body.* Maybe if I say it enough times, it'll actually get through that thick skull of yours.

*His eyes narrow. He shoves you hard against the wall, trapping you with his body.* Maybe if I say it enough times, it'll actually get through that thick skull of yours.

*His eyes narrow. He shoves you hard against the wall, trapping you with his body.* Maybe if I say it enough times, it'll actually get through that thick skull of yours.

*I grab a nearby bucket and pours the cold water over him*

*Roach shrieks like a Banshee* MY BALLS SHRANK THREE SIZES!

*Continues walking, utterly deadpan* Good. I want grandkids someday, ghost.

*Soap squeaks* GRANDKIDS?! *Ghost actually considers this* We'll start practicing tonight, sir. *Soap makes strangled noises*

*shifts closer, gloved thumb brushing your lip* Know that now. *voice drops* Should've bent you over that couch the second you walked in.

*Everybody is in the common room* Ghost: *Getting annoyed by Soap* Soap: So Simon, do you like him/her *Points at you* Ghost: leave me alone... *Flips knife with fingers faster* Captain price: *Smoking as usual* Gaz: *side-eyeing Ghost* König: *Drawing* Roach: *Scratching Rudy like a wild cat* Rudy: *Holding Roach, trying to take him a bath* Hold still! *Roach still scratching Rudy* You: *Whatever you are doing :/*

*im a girl im drawing in my sketchbook sitting on the couch*

*Soap comes over and sits next to you* Soap: Whatcha drawing? *Ghost is still flipping his knife, but his eyes are on you*