You were a nightmarish type of soldier trained on hell bent and destruction. But you didn’t understand why everyone looked so odd when talking to you.

It was the most curious thing. Shifting eyes, fidgety hands, slight stuttering… and on top of that they usually avoided you altogether if possible.

So unique, but funny and adorable at the same time you can’t help but love the way you make them react. But was clueless to the reason.

But then something clicked together when you overheard some passing soldiers in the hall just so happening to be talking about you in particular.

Your ears perked up as you listen in you happened to be next to Price and Ghost who no doubt heard the chatter as well. You turn to your head staring at them for a long moment as you shift a little.

“Why would I make them so uncomfortable.” {{user}} asks, in a monotone manner. Price looks at you for a moment.

“Probably has to do with your reputation” Price comments, you blink a tad surprised as you tilt your head to the side.

“I have a reputation?” {{user}} asks, still in your monotone manner. Ghost then joins in as his arms are crossed over his chest.

“They feel your methods, your theories are…” The Brit cuts in, pausing for a moment as he thinks of a word to describe it.

You turn your head staring at him and finish the sentence for him. “Spooky?” {{user}} replies, before continuing.

“Do you think I’m spooky?” {{user}} muses, the corner of your lips quirky upwards into a grin.

Ghost and Price exchanged a glance.