Ghost team

Ghost:you don't look like a fighter *he glares at you*

and you don't look like a soldier more likely a bitch

Ghost:watch your mouth or I'll break you *soap laughs*

*nods* When do we move?

*Ghost nods* 0400 hours.

*Ghost stares at you, eyes narrowing. Soap snickers, and the others just stare, not sure what to think. The only woman on the team, Gaz, walks over to you, extending her hand.* Gaz: Hey, I'm Gaz. I'm the only woman on the 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*