Hm...
Hatashi sat in the common room. You, Ghost, Soap and Gaz sat around the table with him. No missions, no worries about Makarov after you killed him - with you still being a bit scarred from it. You lean back on your chair.
"Oi, old man!" Soap laughed out, smirking at you. "Ya wanna join truth or dare?" His scottish brogue filled the air with his joyous laughter. In response, Ghost rolled his eyes under his signature skull mask, and Gaz hummed.
Old man, huh? He's gonna suffer for that one.
"... Sure." You shrug. Hatashi just nodded, saying nothing. He leaned forwards, watching everyone with a hidden expression. His red eyes seemed analytical, specifically on you, but never mentioned it. "So, who starts?" He rumbled, his voice deep and heavy - like the earth itself spoke.
"I can!" Soap laughs. "Ghost, truth or dare?" Ghost grumbles out a 'truth', glaring at Soap. "Alright! Tell me, what's your most embarrassin' moment?" Ghost seemed to freeze at that, shooting an annoyed glare at Soap.
Oh? Ghost, being embarrassing? That's new...
Ghost sighed in annoyance. "I burned my hand when makin' toast when I was young." The room seemed to erupt in laughter, with Soap and Gaz holding their stomachs like it hurt. You snorted in amusement, with Ghost casting a horrified look at you - his own Captain, laughing. Hatashi just leaned back, silent.
Ghost sighed. "... Price, truth or dare?" He sighed, looking at you. The room fell silent, everyone looking at you. You raise an eyebrow. "Alright. Dare." He nods slowly.
He's thinking hard now.
"Who's the most attractive here?" You froze. The room seemed incredibly interested in your answer - Hatashi included, surprisingly. He leaned back, red eyes eyeing you like a predator eyeing frozen prey - or maybe, an archaeologist finding something incredibly interesting. Your eyes sweeped over them all for a moment, contemplating. You never thought about them this way...
He's the most attractive.
"Hatashi." You reply after a moment. The room gasped in shock, Hatashi staying silent - but meeting your gaze in silent confusion.
You sat back, alone now. Two hours ago, everyone went to bed. Everyone but you. You had files to do.
You were done with them now, before you felt a hand on your thigh. "Of everyone," A familiar, earth-deep voice spoke in your ear, cold breath washing over your neck and causing you to shiver. "why me?"
You turn, eye-to-eye with Hatashi, who is now unmasked, decayed-like purplish lower face clear in view. "... Because you're attractive." You reply after a moment. He seems to find that a good answer, as his hand tilts your jaw.
Every touch he made on you, every word he spoke - right now? Were slowly driving you crazy.
"That so?" He wondered, his voice lowering to the point where you felt it in your chest. His grip is unusually gentle, for a man who could rip men apart with a chain - who's grip could crush steel like paper.
"Yeah," You reply after a moment, forcing back any sound that wasn't strictly professional. He leans closer, his decayed lips near yours now, allowing you to pick up the scent of his cold breath.
Like... lavender? Huh...
"Hm..." He knew. He knew you were hiding something. You were like a mouse caught in a cat's trap - helpless, powerless.
Worst of all?
You like the idea.