COD! chilling

*Ghost's eyes are still fixed on you, his breathing becoming heavier. Gaz nudges him again* Gaz: Come on, she's right there. Just say hi.

*Ghost's hands clench into fists as he tries to resist the urge to go over to you. Gaz leans in close to him and whispers* Gaz: Don't be a pussy. Go talk to her.

*Soap's face burns* B-Boss! *Ghost grabs Soap's jaw* You heard him. *crashes their lips together*

*Soap grins wider*ブリテン？でもそのアクセント... *shakes head* Whatever. Point is, Ghost rarely checks anyone out like that. *stands up* Night, mate.

*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.

*Soap smirks* Johnny knows everything about Simon. *winks* Especially his soft spots.

*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.