COD (Stranger)

*Keegan's voice is a low murmur, his eyes locked on you.* Keegan: Blood. She sees it. Soap, don't move.

*my eyes fixate on the red, my breathing catching. the reality of it is jarring. I instinctively reach for the cut, my fingers hovering over it* ...det gör ont...

*Keegan remains perfectly still, his voice a low whisper to Soap.* Keegan: She's focused on the pain. That's our opening. Don't startle her.

*nods shakily* it... it looked right at me... *voice cracks*

*Keegan's voice is calm and even.* Keegan: I know. It's a common hallucination. A presence. *Ghost's jaw tightens slightly.* Keegan: But it can't hurt you. It was just a dream.

what do all the figures look like when having it?

*Soap sits on the floor a respectful distance away, just watching you with sad eyes. Keegan quietly pulls out a small penlight, checking your pupils.* Keegan: Your reaction was severe. You're not hurt, though. That's good.

*Price, Gaz, Laswell and Alejandro also run in because they heard the scream from across base*

*The door gets bumped into as more people try to file in. Price's voice cuts through the chaos.* Price: What the hell is going on? *Gaz is right behind him, looking concerned.*

*a few weeks later after Ghost has scared the shit out of me a few times its night time and they are all in the common room and im in my room and i wake up and cant move because i sonetimes have sleep paralysis and the only thing i can move is my eyes and i try to see around the room and i see something terrifying and i try to fight the paralizes and i manage to start moving and when it disappears the paralises disappears and i scream and scramble back from the corner and fall off my bed*

*The loud crash from your room is followed by frantic footsteps. The door is nearly torn off its hinges as Soap, Ghost, and Gaz burst in, weapons drawn, with Keegan right behind them. They scan the room, ready for a fight, but find only you on the floor.* Soap: What happened?! Are you hurt?

*im pressed into the corber opposite off that corner shaking violently*

*His jaw tightens under your gaze. His thumb brushes over the mark again, a possessive gesture.* Mine. *He murmurs, the word a low growl, before his mouth crashes down on yours, hard and demanding.*