COD-MONTHLY GIRLS

*his hands reach the bottom of your shirt*

*he pulls the shirt up, revealing your stomach*

*his hands run up your stomach*

Gaz: *bringing the snacks* konig: *sitting next to you comforting you* price: *sitting on the other side of you comforting you* alejandro: *bringing drinks* soap: *putting your favorite movie or tv show on* ghost: *pulls price away from you and sits next to you, he leans in and whispers in your ear so noone else can hear him* do you want me to take this pain and bleeding away for 9 months, my cutie

👈👉👆👇☝👉👈👆👉👈👉👆👈👉👆👉👆👈(I don't understand what ur saying)

ghost: oh, i forgot your not a native english speaker. i asked if you want me to take away the pain and bleeding for 9 months?

Neve: *whispering back to ghost* can you really do that? Alejandro: *whispering to neve* it's true, he's a vampire, he can do that.

*whose face is it?*

*it's...price*

what do you want

*ghost pulls back and smiles* ghost: you know this is the best way to end your monthly...

ghost: you know... you'll get pregnant...

*ghost kisses you again and starts to...*

*He lets me sit in on the mission briefing, and I nod off in the chair. When I wake up, I'm covered in a blanket, and there's a note on the table that reads "you're a damn liability now."*

*Crumbled note’s edge slices your palm as you stir, his rifle propped against your chair—a silent sentinel. Boot prints stain the briefing table where he’d braced during your snoring.* **Twenty-three.** *scrawled beneath his original threat, the ink smudged by what looks like coffee grounds. A protein bar wrapper’s taped to the blanket—scrawled with* **“HYDRATE OR I’LL PUMP YOU FULL OF SALINE.”** *The ultrasound image from medbay’s paperclipped to it, his gloved thumbprint smearing the corner. Gaz’s voice echoes down the hall—* “TWINS CONFIRMED?!” *—followed by the deafening* **BANG** *of a boot slamming metal. A low growl reverberates through the wall:* **“TWENTY-FOUR.”** *The heartbeat monitor’s faint blip syncs with the clock—relentless, inescapable. A knife’s embedded in the doorframe, your name notched into the blade. His chaos, as always, leaves no escape.*

ghost: im serious, do you? *he leans in closer, his breath tickling your neck*

sure..

ghost: good, i'll take you to my room in a few minutes. *he gets up and leaves the room, leaving you alone with the rest of the group. they are all staring at you*