COD! chilling

*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.

*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.