COD [bar night]

*The bartender sighs and mutters under his breath, "Kids these days..." The rest of the group watches you with curious eyes, some of them whispering to each other. Ghost and Soap are the only ones who don't seem to care, they're too busy making out.*

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IM NOT YOUR TOY

*A low, dark chuckle escapes him. His eyes rake over you with clear ownership.* Oh, but you are. *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble.* And you'll learn to play nice.

*Price, who'd been quietly nursing his beer, looks up at the mention of his name.* What's this about cracking the bartender?

What are you guys playing?

*Alejandro laughs* Alejandro: We're just playing a little Call of Duty, you wanna join?

*You start to chug the bottle again. Ghost and Soap are just watching you in disbelief. They're both thinking the same thing: "How is she still conscious?"*