love, simon. (simon 'ghost' riley x oc (read caption!))

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"so we wrote up a report for you, we couldn't find much about who the guy is, but we managed to descramble the voice. have a listen." he played the feed back.

a woman.

it was a woman.

and i had a feeling i knew which woman.

"i have a phone call to make." i left, running for price's office.

i bumped into soap on the way.

"hey, you alright?" he asked.

"long story!" i yelled as i ran past him.

"price!" i burst through the door.

"sergeant i'm on the phon-"

"we have a lead." i interrupted.

"i'll call you back gaz." he hung up and looked at me in anticipation.

"the voice was so scrambled we thought it was a man, but it wasn't."

"you're saying it's a woman behind all this?"

"mhm, and i know which woman." i nodded.

"then who?" he questioned, looking up at me.

"ciara wellman. she was discharged after assaulting several other privates and a sergeant."

"where is she now?" he asked.

"that's the thing, i haven't heard from her since she left. i have no clue."

"spelling?" he asked, typing.

"ciara c-i-a-r-a, wellman w-e-l-l-m-a-n."

"discharged in 2013, now lives in..." he froze.

"cork, ireland."

"she hasn't left then. i need to find her." i insisted.

"we'll fly out first thing tomorrow. i'll call a briefing tonight, 2100. get notes together, you have a few hours." he nodded at me.

"thank you captain." i left, heading back to my room.

i told everyone i passed, knocking on doors.

"briefing at 2100 hours!"

~~~

we all got up early the next morning, 0400.

"two of our guys are finishing deployment, they'll be meeting us in ireland." price informed us as we got into the plane.

"you excited to be going home?" soap asked.

"yes and no. the circumstances aren't ideal, but i'll finally be able to visit my family again." i smiled.

"that'll be good, you looking forward to seeing them?" he asked, a smile growing on his face.

"yeah, there's so much i have to tell them." i nodded.

"buckle up buttercups, we're heading off now." simon yelled.