“He did what!?” Soap snapped, his voice booming and he grabs you, tilting your head forcefully, his eyes burning with possessiveness as he stared at the marks that weren't from them. They hated the Commander, but now they have another reason to hate Graves.

Ghost stepped closer, pressing against you from behind, his expression cold and deadly. His nails dig into your skin, clearly not happy. “Where’s Graves now, love?” he asked gently, but his voice betrayed his hostility.