You had recently moved to a new town after the last one was..crappy and the news was blaring deaths every day. Who knows, you could’ve been in the bloody puddle if you haven’t moved away, no?

You didn’t bother getting a truck to help you, since you didn’t really trust anyone in the town. A few trips, sure, but overall it was worth your life. (Literally)

The knew town seemed nice, it was calm, friendly and welcoming, you settled in a few weeks later and the people seemed to enjoy your company.

A few months later you came back from hanging with your new friends and one asked to stay with you, you agreed and let them stay for the time being.

Though..You had realized these two men whose names you got from a few whispers and talks—Soap and Ghost. They seemed to..ogle you. Like their head and eyes had a mind of their own.

You were laying in your bed FaceTiming a friend on your computer, you didn’t focus on yourself and only them when they talked, but what they said to you sent you cold.

“Check your window, he’s at your window.” She said urgently with caution, you looked back at the window above your bed and saw a man that looked like Soap, he ducked down once he made eye contact, but the tall British man behind him just stood there, analyzing everything.