~•Cod•~

*glances at him sideways* … *she writes ‘thanks’ in dish soap on a plate*

*Ghost pauses, reading the plate. After a moment, he carefully wipes away the soap with his thumb, leaving a clean trail that forms a small smiley face*

*sits casually in split position* Waiting... *smirks* Don't pull a muscle, LT!

*Ghost drops down***Pop* Bloody hell! *He clutches his groin*

*Price is still drunk, and he's looking at you with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. He's trying to figure out why you're so different from the rest of the team. You're not drinking, you're not partying, and you're just sitting there reading a book. He's starting to wonder if you're even human*

*Everyone is gagging and covering their noses, except Konig who seems to be enjoying the smell. Price finds the culprit and he points to Gaz* Price:YOU DID THIS?!

*the voice in my mind: what are you doing?!? why are you still holding back! have you forgotten what they did to us!?! what they did! prove them wrong!*

*The team is all talking about who could have done it, and you can't help but notice that everyone is avoiding looking at you.*

*You notice that they are all avoiding you, as if they are afraid to talk to you. Ghost is the only one that looks at you, and his expression is hard to read.*

Konig:It's probably just the lunch you had. It was probably rotten. *he says, trying to cover up the fact that he just let one rip*