A Ghosts Shell (Simon Ghost Riley x reader)

V Incubus

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It's been a couple hours since landing in Mexico, I've been able to scout out the base seeing every possible entry and exit. The base is on the backside of a hill hidden from enemy's, the only possible way of knowing the location would be seeing it in person, given the coordinates, or following the river, yes there was river under the base but I wouldn't know how long it went for. It wasn't a very big river either probably ranging about  36 feet, I didn't go into the water but it was shallow and wasn't that dirty either. If the showers were taken up by the men I could wash up here. Security was stable, every direction someone would be watching. The base was small but could most likely fit 100 soldiers if needed. I wasn't worried if anything I was glad, this mission shouldn't take up too much time, I hope. 

Once I was done scouting the area I came to my tent to be greeted by Soap, "Ah Y/N there ya are lass, was wonderin if you wanted to join us for lunch." He stopped walking with Gaz. "Maybe next time, I already ate." I rubbed my hands together unconsciously. "Ah alright, you can come hang with us anytime." He nodded then continued walking. I sighed in relief, it's not that I didn't want to hangout with him I just didn't feel like it. Instead I went back into my room and laid down trying to sleep through the day, I wasn't very interested in doing anything, if anything I needed rest. I laid down leaving a weak blanket over me, closing my eyes and drifting to sleep.

As I closed my eyes all I saw at first was pitch blackness then the sound of electricity, I could see the light as it flickered and danced in front of my eyes like fireworks then it blew up right in front of me to only show me where I had really drifted to. The old room covered in dry blood, bugs, dust in every corner. There were no windows just one door and a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, I had realized where I was was and started to shake, trying with everything I had to move but I was held back by the tough rope keeping my wrists and ankles against the blistered chair. I could feel the tears pouring down my face as I yelled, for anything anybody to save me from this nightmare but nothing came out just laughs, just deranged laughing. The door in the corner of the room slammed open hitting against the brick wall probably breaking its hinges. There he was again, Khaled Al Asad, the current leader of Al Qatala. He laughed as he walked in closer into the room, his boots making the mere floor under me quake. I shut my eyes tightly and shook my head pleading to be let go, I could almost feel the life draining from my body becoming too weak to do so. My head dropped but my eyes stayed shut until he grabbed my chin forcing it onto the chair, it was as if I was in an electric chair with my whole body strapped to the chair and my eyes stuck peering open. He laughed louder, mocking me as I sobbed at his sight, his suit was no longer clean and proper but stained with blood, my blood. I looked down to see my whole body again covered in cuts and wounds. I shrieked, shaking more violently than before. Two hands emerged from behind the chair holding cables from a battery, the cables clasped against each other then to me sending a violent wave of electricity into my body, I was practically a crisp. I could feel the pain, I remembered the pain, every ounce of it as it went into my body. The feeling became numb and Khaled became more visible holding a tool behind his back, he rose it over his head holding the very dagger that had ruined me. It rose and rose then came slamming down forcefully going across my face, I could feel the blood pouring down my face and onto the ragged clothes I wore. 

I screamed then It all went black and I woke up, covered in my own sweat and tears. I tore the mask from my face and threw it way from me itching at my face for the wound, my breaths were too short and I couldn't breath. I slipped from my bed and ran to the door, escaping outside and ran, kept running, running as far as I could till I came to a stop before the rivers water touched my feet causing gravel to be thrown from my boots into it. I collapsed by a large rock leaving my arm to be partly draped over it to keep me up. My breaths soon became deeper and slower, I could hear the water, wildlife, the breeze go by me as I calmed down. I stayed there until I could breath properly again, standing up and sitting on the rock. I caged my head between my arms and knees trying to process all that happened, it was just a nightmare, it wasn't real. I rose my head and stared at the water as it quietly flowed down the river, and the moon as casted itself onto it. After the events that had happened years ago I tried with all my power to refuse all missions to Mexico, I didn't want to remember anything or be reminded. Of course I needed to get over it at some point but now? Before any thoughts could come into my head I heard the sound of gravel and ground being stepped on.