Ghost x Reader - Warfare

Part 7

[i love reading your comments they crack me up. ttyl]

"You're rusty, (y/n),"

"Yeah, maybe," I grab my gun from my back, holding it in front of me. "It's been a while,"

"How long?" Soap questions at my left.

"Two years,"

"Has it really been two years?" He looks at me and I nod my head.

"Yeah, two years since I left. Six months since I last saw Ghost," I shrug, "But i'm kind of glad to be back,"

"Kind of?" Soap scoffs.

"Mhm, and don't worry, I missed you too Soap," I nudge him with a smirk.

"Quit fooling around," Ghost grabs my arm, pulling me to the side and putting himself in the middle. "Fully focused," he glares at Soap before looking at me.

"Yessir," we say in unison and I adjust the grip on my gun.

"There's the building," Ghost points, "We'll get up on this one," he points towards the building closest to us, "(y/n), I need you to scope while Soap and I infiltrate,"

"Understood," I start walking over to the building and they follow behind me.

"The case should be on the roof," Ghost mentions as we start walking up the stairs.

I hold my gun closer to my chest. I'm between Ghost and Soap in the narrow stairs. He stops, holding his fist up. Soap bumps into me and I freeze. He doesn't step back. I feel his hand on my waist. I drop my head as I take his hand off my waist. Letting Ghost go ahead I quickly turn around.

"That was one night. MacTavish," I whisper through gritted teeth and he smirks. "Quit it,"

"Not even for old times sake?"

"John," I glare at him.

"Hey, get up here," Ghost yells down from the top and I look at Soap, who's smirking as he watches my lips.

And I think for a second before smirking and tilting my head as I adjust my gun, "Ask Ghost," I shrug.

"A three-"

"Now!" I listen and jog up the stairs.

I squat down at the case on the roof. Opening it I run my hand over the gun, with a sigh.

"Set it up while we get back down,"

"Alright," I pull the rifle out and Ghost leaves, Soap watches me and with a scoff he follows behind Ghost.

I watch as they cross the street, attaching the scope to the gun. I lean against the wall and attach the legs before placing it on the ledge. Looking through the scope I aim at Ghost and Soap as they walk in. I am through the windows.

"Alright, you've got a group on the second floor," I move the scope, "About eight,"

"Great," I watch as the bodies fall to the ground.

"Third floor clear," they make their way up, "Counting ten on four,"

I take my eye out of the scope, slowly placing my hand on the gun at my thigh. I turn around, my gun raised only to get it kicked out of my hand. I roll away before they can throw another kick, grabbing my blade and standing up. I put my fists up, quickly noticing they have only a blade.

"Four is clear,"

They run towards me and I quickly slide away, slicing their thigh in the process. I quickly stand up running towards them, I duck a few punches. Getting kicked in the side before I can slice again.

"Four is clear. Need status for five, Frostbite,"

"Give me a sec," I quickly strain into the radio. "Fuck," I mutter to myself, dodging the blade they throw. Growing tired of the back and forth I locate my pistol lying behind the attacker.

With a deep breath I throw my blade into their thigh and they groan in pain as they fall to the ground. I roundhouse kick them, knocking them down before grabbing my gun and quickly shooting them.

"Frostbite?"

I sigh as I walk back over to the rifle at the edge. Looking through the scope.

"Eight on Five," I breathly reply into the radio.

"Alright?"

"Doing great, sir"

After a couple more distractions, Ghost and Soap manage to infiltrate the building. I rest against the wall as I catch my breath. Removing my helmet and closing my eyes, my pistol in my hand. With an inhale I open my eyes and take out the magazine in the pistol, checking its ammo before placing it back in its holder at my thigh.

As I wait for Soap and Ghost to make their way down, I pack up the rifle. The metal locks click shut and I place my other gun over my head, lifting the case and making my way down the narrow steps. Remembering what I told Soap, I stop. My cheeks grow warm and I take a deep breath.

"No way Ghost said yes," I whisper to myself.

"He said yes," Soap whispers as I step out of the building.

"Quit pulling my leg," My heart is beating faster.

"I swear, I'm not. Ask him yourself,"

I switch the case in my hands. "I will," I look at Ghost who is walking a few feet ahead, "What did you say?"

Soap smirks when I look at him, "It wasn't easy. That's all i'll say,"

"Mhm," I look back at Ghost before looking down at the ground, lifting my mask up to hide my smile. 

[first off. i dont know if i went about this part properly ?? anyways shorter part. because well...i need to prepare myself for what i'm about to write. ttyl]