~Haunted~ (Ghost x Reader)

Chapter Two

The next morning everyone was gathered in the living room while Price and Laswell delivered their findings. Soap was sat in the armchair slowly massaging his shoulder in a trance. You walked into the room past the chair and clipped the back of his head, a satisfying slap sound rang out. 'Leave that fuckin' shoulder alone. If you break the stitches and make it bleed you can clean it up.'

Muffled giggles rang out around the room, you sat on the arm of the sofa next to Ghost. The fresh smell from your clothes made its way into his mask, he took in a deep breath savouring it to himself. 'Right' Price began 'with Soap being injured we've decided that Doc, you'll be stepping in for the mission. Only until he can get some movement back.' Your eyes widened, suddenly aware everyone was looking at you. 'M ... me?' You stuttered placing your hand on your chest.

'Sorry kid, not protocol I know but we can't get anyone else here in time. You're a sharp shooter and I hear the boys have been helping you improve your close combat skills. Time to put em to use.' Price had to be joking surely, you looked at Laswell for some support. 'We discussed it up top. Generals have given the go ahead. You've got this.' Her eyes were kind, she truly believed in you. 'Fuck, um, yeah ok. Let me grab my stuff' you muttered.

You, Ghost, Price and Gaz piled into the jeep. You and Ghost sat in the back as you were being dropped off at the location first, before Gaz and Price took up their sniping positions at the other end of town. Ghost would never admit it, but he was worried. He knew you could handle yourself, you toured in Afghanistan twice before coming to the Task Force. 'Hey' you whispered, 'I'll be fine. We can do it.' Your kind eyes helped him to relax into the seat before replying 'yeah ... I know.'

The jeep pulled on the outskirts of the dilapidated town, work of the cartel no doubt. 'Right you two. Get in and get out, intel said the device is in the warehouse at the end of town. Gaz and I will be your eyes in the sky. Get going.' Nodding in unison you and Ghost left the jeep and ran to the closest building.

'Ready?' He asked. Offering him a quick nod and a smile 'Aye, let's go.' He looked over his shoulder mischievously 'you don't speak English either then?' It was a running joke between him and Soap due to his Scottish slang. 'Fuck off Simon' you snorted 'concentrate!'

You weaved in and out of the streets, silently dodging buildings and rubble left from months of conflict. The morning sun was beginning to get hotter, sweat trickled down the back of your neck. Wiping it away you let out a soft sigh. You rounded the end of the street with the warehouse in sight. Ghost stopped and turned to face you, 'probably gonna get messy in there, stay close to me.' He didn't need to tell you twice, he looked beyond intimidating in his tactical gear. Intimidating ... or grossly attractive?

The main aim of the mission was to get in and get out as quickly and silently as possible. Bonus points for not being spotted. 'Device is in the office upstairs. Stay on my 6. Let's go.'

You entered the damp and run down warehouse, timber boxes stacked as high as the ceiling. Stuffed full of drugs no doubt. The device you were after stored all the buyers and locations required to run the cartel. No pressure. A few mercenaries huddled around a radio at the far end of the warehouse, listening to a football game it seemed. You tapped Ghost and nodded towards the metal stairs, he nodded back and started scurrying towards them. For someone so large he sure was quiet, guess he really is a Ghost.

You made your way up the stairs and towards the room at the end of the walk way. Gripping onto your UCIW you could feel another set of eyes on you. 'Ghost. There's someone else here.' You whispered, careful not to use his real name in the field. 'Yeah. I don't like this ...' before he could finish his sentence a bullet whizzed past your head and into the wall.

'GET DOWN' he yelled at you as he yanked your tactical vest. You landed in a heap on the floor losing your balance. A rain of bullets descended on you from all angles. As they reloaded you both shot up and unloaded onto the mercenaries. You managed to take out 3, hitting them in their chests. Blood spurting out. Ghost was deadly with a weapon, his precision aim was feared amongst many.