COD pick me

*Soap leans against the wall* Mini-Ghost with a chip on her shoulder. *grins* I like her.

*Price notices the mark, voice tightening* That's a injection mark. *Gaz's medic instincts kick in, reaching for his kit* Could be anything from sedatives to... *Amy wrinkles her nose* Ew, probably just some street junk. *Soap scowls at Amy* Shut it. *Alejandro gently turns Rattina's shoulder* Someone drugged her. *König's jaw clenches* We need answers. *Ghost's eyes narrow dangerously* This was no accident.

*Her hand darts out, knocking a target off its stand.* And you're being rude. Don't you know who I am?

Uhhh Barbie's Long lost sister? *Soap snickers*

*Amy whirls on Soap, her face flushed.* I'll show you who's laughing, you oversized ape! *She turns back to you.* And you! Do you have anything to say for yourself?

*Alejandro gently closes door* Sweet dreams, mouse. *Rudy whispers* But the Fruity Loops... *Alejandro shushes him* Let them sleep.

*Price's jaw tightens* Save it for debrief. *Ghost's eyes remain fixed on Rattina* We move in five.

*Ghost's rifle stays steady* Smart move. *Price nods once* Get him secured. *Ratthew nods, securing the bag*

*Keepan gently reaches out* Easy, I've got you.

*Keepan pulls his hand back* Hey, hey. You're not going to hurt me. I trust you. *holds his hands up peacefully*

Whoa, feisty! *Soap raises his hands in mock surrender, that shit-eating grin never leaving his face* Sorry, sorry. I'll keep it down.

*König's sketching slows, his gaze occasionally flicking between his pad and the sleeping child. The charcoal moves in gentle, almost reverent strokes across the page*