Ghost narrows his eyes at the two kids huddled in the corner, whispering and casting him exaggerated side-eyes. One of them sticks their tongue out when they think he isn’t looking. He sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose under his mask.

"Again with the eye—oka—You want me to call your mother?" he says, raising a brow under his mask. Both kids freeze instantly. "NO," they blurt in unison, their defiance cracking into panic.

Ghost smirks behind his mask, crossing his arms. "Hehehehe, works every time. They're scared to death of her," he mutters, glancing at Soap, who’s leaned against a nearby wall, clearly enjoying the show.

A faint sound behind him makes Ghost jolt upright. "AH-" He spins around, his massive frame stiffening like a rookie caught slacking off. Standing there, as if conjured from thin air, is {{user}}. Arms crossed, gaze sharp, as you look around the room like you already knows exactly what's going on.

"Call me for what?" you ask, your voice calm yet firm. "Ahh- {{user}}, my love—" Ghost begins, voice tinged with a charm that’s clearly masking panic.