Ghost x Reader - Warfare

Part 1

[i promise...that...i...its the personality and voice. i swear. please enjoy. ttyl]

I'm on the ground laughing when he walks up. We quickly stop laughing the moment he steps behind me. With a quick glance at the man in front of me, who looks up at him, I know who's standing behind me. Clearing my throat I tilt my head back with a smile as the man in front of me stands up.

"Ghost," I say quietly as he watches the man walk away. After a second more of glaring he looks down at me and his eyes soften. He squats down to and me and I look past the mask to his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" His accent is thick and his voice is deep and raspy.

"I volunteered," I shrug, grabbing the helmet that sat by my side. A small white skull painted on the side, matching his mask.

"Why the fuck would you do that?

"Cause you're here," he grabs my neck pulling me closer. I can smell the cologne I gifted him last Christmas and I smile.

"You're fucking stupid. This is a suicide mission,"

I look at his eyes as he waits for an answer. My eyes soften as he glares, "I know," with a furrow of my eyebrows, I whisper, "Thought maybe if I was here you'd be less inclined to let yourself die," I hold his wrist as his hand tightens around my neck. I raise my eyebrows as I close my eyes taking a deep breath.

I can tell he's angry. Not because i'm here but the reason behind why i'm are. I'm here for him. I give him a sad smile and he sighs looking away. He stands up before extending his hand out to help me stand and I tilt my head.

"Can I hug you?" I ask quietly.

He looks down at me before looking around. With a sigh he rolls his eyes and holds his arms out. With a smile I gently wrap my arms around his waist. He holds me tight as we both cherish the moment. He rests his chin on the top of my helmet and I close my eyes. He pulls back and he watches me for a second.

"What are you going by?" he adjusts my helmet.

"Frostbite," I smirk. He scoffs and my smile fades as he looks away and out of confusion I question, "What?" the inner corner of my eyebrows turn upwards.

"Nothing," he shrugs, "Let's get briefed," he starts walking away but I don't move. My mind wanders as I look down at the ground. He stops walking, most likely from me not following behind him and he slowly turns around. "Frostbite?" I bite my cheek hearing him call my name and I turn around.

"Sorry," I put my finger up to my lips, biting my nail.

"Stop that," he sighs, pulling my hand from my mouth.

"Sorry," he rolls his eyes and we walk to the briefing table.

As always, I stand further back as I mindlessly fidget with my hands. Listening to the chief brief everyone. Although I can feel his eyes on me, I continue to look down at the ground. Not wanting to look up at his concerned eyes.

"Frostbite you're in charge of raiding the top floors," I glance up at the sound of my name, "Take Ghost and Soap with you," I nod, not looking at either as I take a deep breath and look back down, crossing my arms. At the end of the meeting I walk over to the door of the large warehouse.

"Alright, you ready?" Soap places his hand on my shoulder.

"I am, John," I smile at him, crossing my arms, "Are you?" I ask as I give him a small nudge.

Ghost walks between us, "Lets go," he continues walking and Soap looks at me with a look of disbelief and I scoff.

"Aren't you-" Soap starts but I raise my hand to stop him.

"Yeah," I sigh, "Don't start," he scoffs as I leave to jog up to Ghost. "You know i'm in charge right?" I adjust the gun that sits on my back as I tilt my head so he's looking at me, waiting for him to reply.

"Well then fucking act like it," I look up at him, with my eyebrows furrowed.

"Simon?" he stops walking, sighing and looking away before looking at me. He's holding his gun in his hand and I watch Soap walk past us. "Did I do something to upset you?" I ask quietly.

"Quite the opposite love,"

"Then...what's wrong?"

"If you die out there it's my fault," I frown as I process his words.

"I'm not-"

"I don't want to lose you because of my selfishness,"

I'm taken aback, "You're not selfish Simon,"

"You said it yourself," I shake my head.

"You've lived a hard life, is all," I shrug, giving him a sad smile, "Would I be upset if I lost you?" I nod slowly, "I'd never stop thinking about you. But would I know you died selfless?" I hold his arms tenderly, "You are the least selfish person i've met,"

"I fucking love you," I smile at how he softly aggressive he sounds, "Come on,"

"Just try not to die please?" I say softly and he nods.

"I'll try my hardest," I give him a tight lipped smile before following behind him to the jet.

Im leaning against the wall listening to Ghost and Soap argue. I walk over to the door of the room, peaking out and looking from right to left. Sighing as I walk out of the room and into the hallway. My hand rests on the MK46 on my chest. I stop walking as I listen for rustling. Looking behind me I take a second to pan the hallway before turning around and being hit in the face.

"Shit," I grab their pistol from my side and shoot as I fall to the ground. I hear a thud and then footsteps.

"Frostbite!"

[IM SORRY update: ive switched it to first person. hopefully that makes it less confusing 🤞 TTYL]