Call of duty imagines

Ghost [afternoon struggles]

Your let your head fall forward, hands fidgeting, massaging one another as you let out another long breath release into the cold wind. You sat alone for the moment, taking in the surroundings.

The air was cold, dry, but it gifted the feeling of relief as you and the rest of 141 had taken down Hassan and Shepard respectively.

However it wouldn't change the fact that you suffered the greater cause of war. The wounds that carved themselves into your skin, or that ghost was wounded by his actions or make up the fact that Price and Soap fought a war that was never intended.

It wouldn't fix the broken trust among the soldiers, it would ultimately damage the way trust was perceived, how it would be earned, how it could be used.

They could never face the looks of another superior, that they had to live the rest of their lives watching their backs in fear of death as it lurked behind every corner.

It damaged you, it left everyone traumatized, in fear of ever wanting to feel vulnerable, to feel the innocence of life.

The harsh sound of a chair being dragged placed itself beside you as a large figure plopped itself down in the ragged chair.

You figured from the footsteps and muffled breathing that it was your lieutenant. He handed you an empty shot glass as he tipped a bottle of bourbon filling the shot half way.

Without another word he clinked his glass faintly against yours taking down the burning liquid in one go, you doing the same shortly afterwards.

You were never the type to drink, but couldn't pass up a drink with your favorite lieutenant.

The burning liquid made you a coughing fit as you underestimated the strength of the liquid. "Ugh have to catch me dead before drinking that again." You cursed, shutting your eyes at the bitterness, handing the shot glass back to Ghost.

He huffed taking the glass placing it down in the ground.

"Hopefully you first mate." He retorted, his eyes gazed along the horizon as the sun set just below the mountain tops. The darkened sky set your mind at ease, a feeling that you were never sure you'd be able to feel in a while.

"Don't leave me yet, I'm useless without you."
Relaxing against the chair you rested your head against the metal container that you sat against. Ghost hummed, reaching over he grabbed your cold hands taking them into his warmed one.

A slight smile tugged at your lips as you felt him rub the back of your hand easing your stress for the moment.

"The world is cruel isn't it."

You leaned your head over resting it comfortably upon his shoulder letting your eyes shut. "As long as it lets me love you." You murmured just loud enough for him to hear.

"That's a strong statement Sargent." He felt his heart race, only moments like this allowed him to feel most vulnerable with you. They allowed him to cry when he felt troubled, allowed him to hug you till he fell asleep in your arms.

He trusted you, and that's what he feared would take you form him. He was scared by that thought of ever having to be taken away, far from your words of comfort and encouragement, your patience with him and willingness to help rid his insecurities.

Ghost slowly leaned down letting his head rest on your head.

"When will this be over Lt?"

He could sense the sorrow in your voice, the sadness of a pledged war that you may never win. But no matter how hard he fought, maybe war was inevitable.

"Soon love, so soon that when we're done, we can move in together, live in a cottage with cats and bear children of our own as we watched them grow old."

You chuckled at the thought, he was far more prepared than you were, however he wasn't the only one who wanted to leave.

You dreamt of the day you could love Simon with all your heart, contempt with a life that had no battles to fight, no debates of trust nor betrayal.

"I love you so much Simon, and I wouldn't want anything more than to be with you."

You said listening to his heart beat against your ears.

"Then continue to love me, as I'll do the same."

He pressed his masked lips atop your head giving it a long kiss before closing his eyes, his hand felt for yours and the two of you sat together listening to the muffled world behind you.

"I wish moments like these lasted forever."

You mumbled under your breathe feeling his hands play with yours, as he shook his leg at the bitter anxiety. 

"Me too love."

"Let's head inside yeah? It's late."

He nodded, never letting go he dragged you along with him to the inevitable.