DECODE ~ GHOST

06| Revenge

Unknown road, 0300hours

The drive to the drug lord's mansion was deathly silent, with the only sound being that of the engine as Alejandro carefully drove us there. Nothingness passed outside the front windscreen, my eyes struggled to keep up with the rolling landscape, my brain slowly lulled towards sleepiness whilst the ambient sounds of the vehicle provided comfort.

In all honesty, I wasn't really bothered.

I couldn't find it in myself to really be annoyed or upset by Hassan's comments. He was a terrorist after all, no matter what happened in the end - he'd end up in a shallow grave, or better, he'd end up being fish-food somewhere no one would bother to look for a waste like him.

But what did manage to piss me off, was that Ghost and Philip hadn't bothered to defend me. In fact, Ghost hadn't spared me a look since I'd clambered into the middle seat between him and Philip. Not even when I'd huffed or sighed at how cramped everything was. And, neither of them had bothered to engage in any sort of conversation, which just led to an awkward and unbearable silence I had to endure for the next however-long it took for us.

I cleared my throat, my palms wiped down along my dress, "So... what type of music does everyone like?" I broke the silence, and Philip jolted awake from next to me, his hand dragged down his face before he settled back down and tried to nod off. 

I could understand it, I'd been struggling to stay awake for the past half hour.

Alejandro's eyes met mine in the rear view mirror, his jaw feathered, "I like rap," he mumbled, and placed his eyes back onto the road which twisted and turned around us. So, that answered that - he was probably into Nicki Minaj or some similar artist. Makes me wonder if he knew all the words to Superbass. Probably.

Soap clicked his tongue. He was deep in thought of what he'd be able to define as his favourite, "I honestly don't know, I like a bit of everything," he added. 

I turned to Ghost, my hands folded in my lap as I looked him in the eyes, "Yours?" I asked.

"I don't listen to music." he said, his voice gruff as though he'd just woken up from a nap. I felt him readjust his position, moving me slightly to the side and causing me to stretch my legs even more just to get slightly comfortable in his attempts of ignoring me. Though, what that was about, I had no clue - and I wasn't even sure if I wanted to know. "How long is the drive?" he asked Alejandro.

The Colonel shrugged, "How long's a piece of string? It'll be a few more hours."

My hands were wrapped around my chest to try and warm myself back up, but I struggled immensely. Philip was already asleep again, and I dug my hands through the rucksack between my legs in an attempt to find something I could put over the skimpy dress General Shepherd had picked out especially for me. When I moved my dominant arm, I hissed. 

I also needed to change the bandage wrapped around my bullet wound.

Without saying a word, Ghost's ungloved hand encased my bicep, just below where the bandage was. He'd turned me to face him, and I didn't know where to put my arm, so I settled for it to be in his lap whilst he unwrapped the old, soiled bandage and carefully discarded it into a sick bag. As fresh air made contact with the wound, I hissed. It didn't really hurt anymore, but it was sore when the conditions changed.

He worked silently, his face extremely close to mine as he wrapped the clean bandage around my skin before he tied it, a little bow atop the knotted material.