COD-Christmas Eve!

*graves' eyes are starting to turn red, and he is breathing heavily* Graves: You dont know me, im not the gay one, IM the alpha! *he says it in a very deep voice, and his eyes are almost fully red*

Graves: IM THE ALPHA! *he starts breathing even heavier, and he is getting up, trying to get closer to you*

*leans against the tree* Let's just say you're... intriguing.

*soap whoops* QUEEN!

*könig smiles* romantic!

*squeals excitedly* Romantic! Who was it? Did you find out? *grins* Tell us everything!

*Ghost smirks* Spill it, big guy! *König grins* It was from a fellow in my squad. He wrote poetry about my... *flexes* muscles.

*Soap dramatically places a hand over his heart, feigning injury.* Hey! I'll have you know this is a classic Scottish ballad, not a battle cry. *Ghost snorts from his corner.* Could've fooled me.

*Soap places a hand over his heart, feigning a deep wound.* Och, ye wound me, Blue! It's a gift, ye see. *Ghost smirks from the sidelines.* A gift no one wants.

*Soap scoffs, nudging Blue again with his elbow.* Hidden? This talent is a national treasure! *Ghost lets out a dry snort.* More like a national emergency.

*Ghost smirks* Brits can be patriotic too, love. *he tilts his head* We invented the concept, remember?

you invented extinction, and colonization

*Ghost's eyes narrow playfully* And look how well that turned out. *he chuckles* At least we gave the world Shakespeare and tea.