The Ghost of Task Force 141 [Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader]

Theparation

Rain pelted down around you as you crouched down into the muddy dirt. The only reason you were able to see anything in this godforsaken storm was your night vision goggles that painted everything in harsh green hues.

Your heart was beating a mile a minute, your breathing was shallow, your hands were clenched tightly around the casing of your gun, all while you waited behind your cover. You were hidden away behind a civilian's house, one in which that had been long abandoned. Windows were smashed, few were boarded, and you were fairly sure that the doors were unlocked.

You were hesitant to enter, unknowing if someone else had decidedly holed up in there. The sounds of gunfire filled your ears and were the only thing you could hear for miles.

Your thighs burned from the crouching, as you waited, for anyone or anything to dare cross your path. Undeniably, you were slightly scared. Slightly being an understatement.

You had been separated from the rest of your squad, otherwise known as Task Force 141, after an ambush. Enemy forces had managed to sneak around and fire at your squad.

Immediately Captain Soap called for everyone to retreat and search for cover while being actively pursued by enemy fire.

For the most part, you had escaped uninjured besides a few grazes and close calls with some particular bullets.

You winced remembering the sting still evident along your upper arms and your legs. Internally sighing, you muttered a few curse words, knowing that a few of those would most likely leave a bit of scar. You already had enough of those as is, mainly from your many excursions with 141.

You weren't sure what had happened in the time you had been separated, whether or not the target had been neutralized, or whether your mission was still at hand. You had no way of knowing as you couldn't hear anything over your earpiece.

A pair of footsteps slopping in the mud near you had you retreat back under the house's roof more, eventually having you back right into a bush. You were pressed against the white wall of the house and the leafy green bush. You raised your gun. You still had plenty of bullets left and wouldn't have to worry about making too much noise due to your silencer.

Your eyes darted around the green hues before settling upon the corner you had come around from merely 20 or so minutes ago. Your shoulders tensed as you raised your gun up higher, your right index finger raised just barely above the trigger.

Your heartbeat quickened once more as you sat there in the mud, waiting. You were like a predator stalking its' prey, and you intended to keep it that way.

The rain continued to drop, each one heavier than the last, joining the already enlarged puddles littered among the ground.

The squelching of the approaching footsteps, the rain, and the gushing of the gutter and its rainwater emptying upon the ground, were all you could hear. Your eyes were wide as you stared at the green in front of you.

The squelching stopped, and the end of a gun poked around the corner, followed by a bit of helmet, and eventually a white skeleton mask. It was Lieutenant Ghost.

You shuddered a relieved sigh, as you settled your gun down, not even realizing how much you were shaking.

Without wasting anymore time you spoke out, "Ghost...?H"

The figure completely turned the corner and lowered his gun, straightening his posture as he did so. He flipped up his own night vision goggles.

"There ya' are", he rasped. His voice was gruff and cold, but you were delighted to hear it.