The common room buzzed with laughter, an atmosphere you weren’t used to. For once, you weren’t the center of tension. Your reputation as the "snitch" of the Task Force had earned you plenty of side-eyes—always ready to report every missed protocol or harmless prank to Price. It didn’t make you popular, and you knew it.

Ghost, seated across the room, shot you a pointed look. It was a silent reminder of the deal. Days earlier, he’d pulled you aside after you reported Soap for some petty infraction. With his cold, calculating tone, he’d delivered a warning that left you speechless.

“Keep running your mouth, and I’ll personally deliver that training footage to Price. The one where you cheated to won the first place. And the footage where you stole food portion from the storage" he snarl.

You’d been mortified. He wasn’t bluffing, and you knew it. Now, you sat quietly, resisting the urge to comment as Soap balanced a pen on his nose.

“What’s gotten into you?” Gaz teased, noticing your silence.

“Nothing,” you muttered, avoiding eye contact.

Soap grinned. “I like the new you. Silent, not tattling. Keep it up.”

Ghost’s mask didn’t hide his smirk. “Told you they’d come around.” His words were meant only for you, but the weight of them made your stomach drop.

The team seemed happier with you staying quiet, and though it stung your pride, even you had to admit—it was better this way. For the first time, you felt like part of the team. Sort of. They smiled knowing you will no longer report them.

"Ghost you're the best" laugh Soap, Ghost smirk a little, he knew chantage was not an answer but here, maybe you'll learn the lesson. He needed the team to bond, and a snitch wasn't a great dynamic. He needed you to change, with this chantage.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)