My personal ghost - Simon 'Ghost' Riley

. 26

1 year, 8 months later

Healing. That's all i had done for a year. I was resting, and healing. It was so different from my normal life, i was used to traveling to different countries and hearing the forever sound of gunfire. However, for that one year, all i did was stay at home, go to physical therapy, or the occasional hospital checkup. It was rare to do anything but that.

Recovering from a gunshot is never easy, and i had to deal with three. The one to my shoulder healed first, and hurt the least. The one to my leg managed to shatter a bone though, leaving me in a cast and learning how to walk on it again. But i'd still say i was lucky, the shot to my stomach was mostly diluted by my chest armored, barely imbedding an inch inside me. If i wasn't wearing the protection, i'd be dead.
Broken leg or not, i'm lucky to be alive.

After a year, i was mostly fine. I was able to walk on my own, i could live a normal daily life without being in too much pain. I now just had large, nasty bruises to frame my scars, but the purple-blue marks would fade eventually.

Price and Soap were the first to reach out, Soap even visited me once he was discharged from the Hassan mission. He kept visiting periodically, seeing me every few months and drove me to a few doctor appointments. He made sure to see me, even with his busy schedule. It was nice knowing he cared, i always got excited whenever he was tell me was coming to visit, he made sure it was the first thing he did after every deployment.

We had grown really close, and he was the main reason i felt confident enough to start up again. To train, and to get better before i went back to my duties. I was unofficially no longer a Lieutenant, Price had told me he didn't want me working as one until i got myself back together. It was hard coming to terms with the fact i had so royally fucked up, but accepting it was the only way i fix it. Not to mention, Price didn't sugar coat it, but Laswell was a lot nicer about it.

She supported me, once i had came back to work she was there, helping me the best she could. With how long she had been in this trade, she's seen her fair share of injuries, and the same happening to others. I think i would've taken an extra 3 months to get my mojo back without her.

For 8 months, i trained and got my strength back. I worked my ass off to just get to where i was before, and then get even better. I felt accomplished, i was putting myself back together. And, that's not even addressing the elephant in the room.

Ghost.

I haven't seen him since Mexico. I haven't spoken to him, i've barely even heard about him. Soap tried to talk to me about him once, but i asked him not to. I didn't want to know anything regarding him, i wanted to let our little affair we had be forgotten. It's the only way i could cope. I never got my closure with him, and i'm guessing i never will. So, i just need to forget.

Soap had asked me if me Ghost and i had a thing, and i told him the truth. There was no point hiding it, it was obvious there was something going on. Soap never pried further about me and him, and i was always thankful for that. It was embarrassing, knowing my downfall was because of a stupid affair during a mission. I was dumb. I needed to get over it.

I am over it. I think. I don't think about him. Not as much as i used to. I used to sit and question what could've happened, think and wonder about what he felt or if he still thinks about me. I doubt he does. But, it doesn't matter now. Im over it.

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"Y/n!"

I woke up with a jump. It was Soap. At my house, again. Sometimes i wondered if he's gotten too comfortable with coming over.