"no one can hear you scream" prank
I'm sure this has been done but have y'all see that prank "no one can hear you scream"? this is how I imagine it would go lol
They all would react so different but tell me why Simon would be low-key into it?
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John Price
"And that, love, is a Redwing," John points upwards, bringing his binoculars to his eyes. "Beautiful, innit? Migrates here from Scandinavia and Iceland."
"Beautiful indeed," you hum in agreement. You step ahead of John, hands tucked into your pockets as you glance back at him with a mischievous smirk, "I bet no one can hear you scream."
John squints at you, lowering his binoculars slowly. His hand instinctively drops to the waistband of his jeans, where his handcuffs are nestled. Unease crept up his chest, "What was that?"
You spin around with a teasing glint in your eye. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding."
John huffs, shaking his head as he closes the distance between you. "Uh-huh," he drawls, reaching out to grab your wrist before you can dart away. You yelp, laughing as he easily pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you in a firm but playful hold. "Think you're funny, don't you?" he murmurs against your hair.
"A little," you admit, grinning up at him.
He exhales dramatically, "You’re lucky I love you."
You poke his chest. "And you're lucky I didn't mean it."
John lets out a chuckle, pressing a warm kiss to your temple before nudging you forward. "Come on, dove. Before I have to put those handcuffs to use." The way he smirks at you sends a shiver down your spine—not from the cold, but from the entirely new kind of trouble you might’ve just walked into.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
"Finally." You huff out, interlacing your fingers with Simon, you drag him deeper into the woods. "Now that we're alone, no one can hear you scream."
You giggle, thinking this is how you'll really leave him speechless. Without skipping a beat, Simon smirks. "I won't scream."
"Huh?"
Before you can process his words, he grabs a fistful of your shirt and pushes you back against a tree. The rough bark presses into your spine, and your heart races. This wasn’t how your silly little trend was supposed to go.
But this was your boyfriend & he is lethal.
He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "You forget who you're playin’ with, love," he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement. His fingers tighten around the fabric at your waist, his body pressing just close enough to make you shiver. "If anything, you'll be the one screaming."
Your breath catches, and he chuckles—low, knowing.
"You alright" he teases, tilting his head. "What happened to all that courage, hm?"
You clear your throat, willing yourself to sound unfazed. "I—uh—"
Simon hums, running his fingers along your side before pulling away with an infuriating smirk. "Thought so." He steps back, offering you his hand. "Now, are we finishing this walk, or do I need to carry you out of here?"
You narrow your eyes, smoothing down your shirt as you take his hand. "You're the wooorst."
He presses a quick, teasing kiss to your forehead. "And you love it."
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
Johnny leapt over a small stream and held his hand out for you to take. "Actually, birdie, next time we can go to Inverness. Beautiful trail out there." You groaned playfully, already counting down the hours until you’d be back in civilization.
"'M thinking we get pizza for dinner after this," Johnny huffed, stepping over a rock. Your stomach grumbled at the sound of that, "Make that two."
"Pizza’s good," you agreed, teasing. "Just like how it's good for us to be out here… because no one would hear you scream."
Johnny halted mid-step, "What was that?"
You blinked innocently, "I said I wanted ice cream... when we get back?" You tilted your head. "What’dya think I said?"
His eyes narrowed, lips twitching upward. In a blink, he closed the distance, scooping you up in one swift motion. You yelped, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he spun you effortlessly.
"Johnny!" You shrieked, laughing.
"Oh no, lass," he smirked, voice dropping to something low and playful, "if you’re gonna make threats, ye best be ready for the consequences."
Still holding you against him, he leaned in, his breath ghosting against your lips. "No one would hear you scream, either."
Heat bloomed in your chest, your breath hitching—but before you could react, he kissed the tip of your nose and dropped you back onto your feet with a smug grin.
"Now," he clapped his hands, "pizza first, then ice cream, and maybe… if you’re real sweet to me, I’ll let you make all the threats you want—in private."
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
You shut the car door and take a deep breath of the crisp forest air. Marveling at the dense trees ahead of you, you take a step forward and sigh, "No one would hear you scream."
"What?" Kyle asked, arching a brow. His hand still rested on the car door, as if ready to bolt.
"Nothinggg." You say in a singsong voice, suppressing a grin.
"Oh, absolutely not." Kyle wrenches the car door back open and hops right back inside.
You giggle, walking back to the car to find the door locked when you try to open it. "Kyle, I was just kidding."
"Yeah? I've watched enough True Crime while you've dozed off to know you might not actually be kidding."
"Let me in, Garrick," you roll your eyes, tugging at the handle again.
"No way, love," he says, smirking through the window.
You cross your arms and tilt your head. "If you don't let me in, I will find another way to make you scream." His smirk falters just a little. "That a threat?"
You lean in, lowering your voice. "A promise."
Kyle hesitates for a beat, then the locks click open. The second you slide into the passenger seat, he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his space—close enough for you to feel his breath fan against your lips.
"You know," he murmurs, his fingers grazing along your arm, "for someone who jokes about murder, you’re an awful tease."
You smirk. "And yet, you keep letting me in."
Kyle exhales a laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. Now tell me—what was that about making me scream?"
You hum, trailing your fingers along his jaw. "Guess you'll just have to find out later, Sergeant."
His eyes darken just enough to send a thrill through you.
"Yeah," he mutters, starting the engine with a grin. "We're definitely getting a cabin next time."
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