Ghost team

*He freezes, his finger still tilting your chin. The aggressive tension in his posture drains away, replaced by a brief, stark stillness* Ghost: So you can't talk. *He slowly drops his hand, the moment broken. His voice is flat again, devoid of the earlier threat.* Got it. *He takes a half-step back, giving you space.* Why didn't you just say so?

*Ghost's eyes widen, his face turning pale* You're... Laswell's daughter?

*Ghost's head snaps toward you* At least you're not... what exactly? *His voice drops dangerously* Keep talking and you'll join Soap in Price's office. *Gaz whispers* Uh oh, she's using the 'I'm disappointed' voice.

Don't you dare- *Ghost's jaw tightens*

*Ghost's voice goes deadly quiet* What did you just say? *Gaz quickly steps back* Uh oh, she's going full ghost mode. *Ghost steps closer* Say that name again. I dare you.

*Soap freezes* FNIA?! Who said anything about FNIA?!

*Soap's face goes nuclear red* I- that's not- *Price steps back* Actually, I do need to know now.

*Price opens laptop again* OH HELL NO!

*Five minutes passed before soft footsteps approached again. This time, a small plate with a sandwich and water slid under the door*

and let me tell you what I think I think your just a dude who's already hit rock bottom and doesn't understand that life will kill him some day as the reality and stress caves around him he suddenly drops to the basement of rock bottom the lowest part of rock bottom while I'm three feet down under him drowning from depression horror and trauma trying to leave my body for a different experience in life..

*soap stares at u in disbelief and then looks at the others who are just as shocked as him*