"What are you made of?" a Ghost x reader fanfic.

Spider spinning the web.

As the days rolled by, Y/N found herself completely immersed in the rigorous training required to become adept at watching ghosts from a distance. Gaz, Soap, and König were by her side every step of the way, offering guidance, support, and valuable insights to help Y/N refine her skills. With their unwavering dedication, Y/N's progress was nothing short of remarkable.

In the midst of her training, Price's suspicions about Y/N being a potential mole began to surface. He had a private conversation with a ghost, seeking answers and confirmation of his doubts. With mounting concerns about Y/N's loyalty, Price made a difficult decision to keep her in the dark about an upcoming mission that the rest of the team was preparing for. It was a strategic move to protect the integrity of the mission and ensure the safety of everyone involved.

Despite the secrecy surrounding the mission, Price knew that he couldn't leave Y/N unattended. With a mix of caution and concern, he arranged for her to be taken to a safe house located far away from the base. It was a precautionary measure to safeguard Y/N from any potential threats and keep her out of harm's way while the rest of the team embarked on their covert operation.

As Y/N was discreetly escorted out of the bustling base, a sense of unease settled in her stomach. She approached a sleek black SUV with tinted windows, where König awaited in the driver's seat. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her mind as she climbed into the vehicle, unsure of what lay ahead.

König's presence offered a sliver of reassurance as the engine roared to life, and they began their journey to the safe house. The tension in the air was palpable, each passing mile further isolating Y/N from the familiar surroundings of the base. With König's watchful gaze fixed on her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of scrutiny that only heightened her anxiety.

As the black SUV navigated the winding roads towards the safe house, König's voice broke the tense silence. "Wir werden eine wichtige Mission haben," he said in German, his tone grave and serious. "We're going on a mission of our own," he translated for Y/N, who furrowed her brow in confusion, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery.

Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, but she decided to trust König's words. "What kind of mission?" she inquired, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

König offered a reassuring smile before continuing in English. "It's a reconnaissance mission. We need to gather intel on a potential threat," he explained, his voice calm but resolute.

Approaching the safe house in the distance, Y/N's unease grew. "Are you sure this place is safe?" she asked, a hint of doubt creeping into her voice.

With a reassuring nod, König replied, "Absolutely. This location is secure, away from prying eyes. Trust me, we'll be safe here."

Reluctantly, Y/N stepped out of the SUV, her mind filled with a mix of apprehension and suspicion. König's words echoed in her mind, but a lingering sense of distrust remained. Unbeknownst to her, the truth awaited just beyond the walls of the safe house, entangled in a web of deception and betrayal.

As they approached the safe house, Y/N couldn't ignore the nagging feeling of unease that had been building up inside her. Turning to König, she furrowed her brow and voiced her concerns. "Why wasn't there a debriefing for the mission we were on? And why is it just the two of us?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

König met her gaze with a calm expression, carefully choosing his words. "There are certain protocols in place for this mission that require discretion," he replied in English. "It's crucial that we keep a low profile and work under the radar."

Y/N's skepticism lingered as she processed his explanation. The absence of a debriefing and the secrecy surrounding their current situation only added to her growing sense of foreboding. "But shouldn't we have more support or at least some backup?" she pressed, her voice betraying her unease.