"ADRENALINE" {S.R} -Ghost x Reader

"DREAM" -1

A drizzle of cold droplets, another day of miserable weather. Missing the smell of clean air, evening filled with joy. Bright skies embracing the city, the green grass that grew beneath sunlight.. Pure days, fresh minds. It will never be the same, even if I left. Me, still young, already having my dream slip just between my fingers. Shattering into shards of nothing once it hits that solid ground. It was depressing, my mind was just in the depth of it during this current time. Swallowing down a massive bowl of emotions, although during the gray daylight it was normal. Once the starry night spreads, tears brewed, slipping from my two eyes.

Lifting my index, the tip of my finger caught a tear from the sky. Today felt uneven.

The chime of that familiar ring, I'd reach in to take out my cellphone. This was different, Laswell, the ID showed.. My thoughts were short. It was silent for only a second upon the phone before she could finally speak. "You're needed, McDaid."

There was only acceptance, the tone of her voice shifted the days demeanor. My nail fiddled with the back of my device as I held it close to my lobe, I was sure something was wrong. And this could just be the beginning of something large that must be took care of, clearing my throat. It almost felt as if my body restrained me from speaking. "I'll be there." Were the only words left. Dropped off to have my questioning ponder back in, what could be the possibility.. My boots dragging along the pavement, clicks of heels hitting gravel. Leather sinking into built up puddles of rain, it soaked my skin. Just as much as those thoughts soaked into my mind.

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Sat in a somewhat pleasant seat, you couldn't drown out that fear, was that it? Or the fear of what could come out of it.. "Our search is Hassan, I've assigned you to Force Task 141. You will be with Lieutenant Riley, and Soap MacTavish. We are sending you off by tonight, I've put a lot of trust into you specifically." Laswell stated, my ears were only wide open. "Yes, thank you Laswell." Giving a slight nod, I'd pull myself to my feet.. And somehow my legs were like thin branches, that was almost what it felt to be. "I wish good luck." She'd add. Knitting my brows, how could I let myself fall loose over such a mission. I was being put together with one I've heard much about out of the fear of others. And one whom I've only spoke to once.

Carrying my way to the exit, it wasn't too long before I could prepare myself for this hassle. Which, is what I wanted to call it. That cold breeze tugged around the small strands of hair that stood out from the tight style I had previously struggled to gather my thick, locks in. Apprehending this quest, oddly. My mind was suddenly fixated on the man whom scares all. They've called him a lone wolf, curiosity was something that stuck to me since the day I could barely utter a proper word.

I've heard he was ruthless, cold blooded. As hard as stone, and I could never work with someone who is such a way. I've always struggled with communication myself, as it was too hard for people to calm me. I was never too quiet, I was always too overly talkative. Shoving my personality into people's faces, it never fit well. At a younger age, I was treated harshly. By people older, and of course by the same age group.. I could only vividly remember the moments I lived with my grandmother, I'd sit just beside her chair as her words circled my mind. "Don't you let anyone bother you, only you know what's best for you." That scent of alcohol filling the atmosphere, as for her strong perfume engulfed my senses. I could still feel her finger that I use to hold imprinted on the center of my palm. She would be proud? I'm a stronger girl than who I use to be. Yet, I could never say that out loud. In all honesty, deep within me I am still so clueless to who I really am. I can't figure myself out, what so ever.

"Only you know what's best for you, Kiera."

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The afternoon washed away rapidly, I was now sent off with a group of hard working men. The tension was felt sitting through this rocky ride of sliding, pushing, all mistakenly. Squishing right in between one and the other. Just right across from me, seated sergeant Soap. He spotted my position and only shook his head, "You're in for somethin'" He shouted, "I believe so!" I squeaked out, "Strugglin'?" Soap pointed, as I couldn't get a good breath of air, squeezing in the middle of these two decked out men. That was the end of that very small conversation, as for I couldn't get the chance to reply as our destination was reached. "Good talkin'! Keep up." His words came out as a tease, which only could get a huff out from me. His crew leaving the vehicle as for I was the last to drop down, inching up just behind Soap.. As for he was busy focused on someone.

"Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, L.t?" Soap called, his audible accent much clearer than from before. He gave the larger man who stood even, a playful banter. Soap tossed a light punch toward the other's shoulder as a smirk plastered his lips. For I, could only stay behind as I couldn't get a clear view of whom he spoke to. "Save ya a seat, sir.." Affirmed Soap, before he could trail off passing by my figure, giving my arm a tap to follow. Still, I was unable to move..

"Fucking hell.." Muttered a thick, yet rich.. Deep tone, that was brushed with an accent.