COD - Housemate

*Trump squints at you* You know, nobody's ever asked me that before. *leans in conspiratorially* The secret is... *pauses dramatically* ...I eat the babies. All of them. One by one. And let me tell you, the screaming gets worse with each bite. *straightens up* And the worst part? It's because they all ask me that. Every single one of them. *points at you* Now you're next. *Alejandro slowly stands up* Mr. President, perhaps we should- *Trump cuts him off* Quiet, you! *turns back to you with a terrible grin* So... got any plans for dinner?

*He finds the door to the attic slightly ajar and pushes it open fully, the floorboards creaking under his weight. He stops beside your bed, his gaze lingering on your sleeping form before he taps your shoulder firmly* We need to talk.

Oh, it's on now. *He makes a dramatic lunge, trying to tickle Victor's side* I'll get it one way or another!

*Price chuckles, shaking his head. He gestures towards you with his cigar.* I like this one. *Ghost remains silent, his cold gaze fixed on you. Gaz just smirks.* Don't give us any ideas.

*Price gives a low chuckle, taking a long drag from his cigar.* Understood. A woman of many talents. *Gaz just smirks.* Don't give us any ideas.

*Price just laughs, shaking his head.* I like her spirit. *Ghost remains silent, his cold gaze fixed on you. Gaz just smirks.* Don't give us any ideas.