T(H)RUST - Ghost x Reader

Chapter 3

"We are out Captain, detonate the bomb." He shouts when you have put some distance between you and the base.

"On it. Detonating in 3.. 2.. 1." You hear the large explosion as Price detonates the bomb in the hangar. You look behind you and watch as the billowing greenish smoke rises from the site. You place a hand on your chest, trying to regulate your breathing, almost impossible to calm down.

"Why the fuck did you open that door?" Ghost is screaming at you. "Are you thick? Do you not have an ounce of common sense in your brain?" You get shocked at his voice, sounding so infuriated that you don't even know what to answer. You look out the window, feeling the burn behind your eyes.

"Fucking look at me when I'm speaking to you." You reluctantly turn your face towards him. He switches his gaze from looking at you to the road, and then back at you. "You can't just storm into a room full of weapons like that!" His eyes pierce your soul and you feel a stream of tears running down your face and a feeling of nausea building.

"Stop the car." you whimper.

"Fuck no." He turns his head to the road again.

"Please, I'm begging you." You place your hand over your mouth. Ghost slams on the breaks and you fly forward. As quickly as you can you open the door and you barely make it out of the car before you fall to your knees and puke.

After some time you manage to compose yourself and you wipe your face with the sleeve of your jacket. You hear boots walking around the car, placing themselves to the side of you. You feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Are you okay?" You never thought that British voice could be so tender, so soft. You sniffle and wipe away more tears.

"You are not used to his huh?" You shake your head slowly. The hand leaves your shoulder but soon it returns, this time handing you a cloth. You grab it and use it to wipe your face, seeing the cloth stain because of the blood on your face.

"I'm sorry." It's the only thing you can get out of your mouth. "I'm so so so sorry, please forgive me." You hear Ghost sigh.

"It's fine."

"No it's not, you got shot." You shake your head again. "I fucked up, I fucked up so much." You feel that large hand on your jaw again, turning your head to the side and tilting it up. You can barely make out his eyes through your tears.

"Hey, luv. Calm down." Another stream of tears wells up and you close your eyes, feeling too ashamed to look into his. The spark of the radio starts and Price's voice pours out of it.

"Status Lt.?"

"We are doing—" he looks down at you. "We are doing fine, just a quick stop." Him now speaking with his regular raspy cold voice.

"And your wound?" Price sounds concerned.

"Had worse." He says and looks into the distance.

"Well, get your ass over here and we will take a look at it."

"On it Captain." Ghost looks back down at you. You shift your pose and now sit on your ass instead of your knees, looking up into the sky. Ghost crouches down next to you.

"You had done an extra course in first aid, right?" You look at him and nod. "Well, can you stitch up a bullet wound? They won't let me out on another mission in forever if a nurse sees me." You think back to your training, you could probably stitch it up, as long as there was no bullet left in.

"I think so." You say, your voice barely being able to carry your words. Ghost stands up and makes his way to the back of the Jeep, opening the doors and rummaging through the boxes in there. He comes back to you with a red box, handing it over to you. You grab it and as you open it he sits down next to you, leaning against the car.