Ghost x Male!Reader!

Ghost x Male!Reader Part 1!

Something new, and I'm currently obsessed with Ghost. This is kinda a test to see how this turns out. 

I literally have no clue what I'm doing with this fic at all, so please give some ideas out for this. I have a little bit of an idea of what I'm doing, but that's like 1%. 

I'm also just throwing some names out there and some terms out there hoping something sticks.  So yeah, this might not be uploaded as frequent, but please let me know how you like it. I might end up deleting this after a while.

Also the reader's code name is Wrath, hoping no one else has used that yet, if so, my bad. 

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WARNINGS: It's Call of Duty, it's literally the military. That's all.

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Laswell slapped a file on the table infront of the guys. "Your getting a new associate."

She had called the Task Force 141 all to a meeting, sitting around the table was Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. Things started getting complicated with a drug lord they were tailing, now there was evidence of human trafficking and arms dealing.

"He's American Special Forces. Specializes in illegal arms dealing. Has a 99.9% success rate and cleans up the trash very well."

The man known as Ghost looked at the picture of the man on the file. Looked a little younger then themselves, maybe his mid 20's. An emotionless expression on his face.

"Nothing is known about his past. Not even his real name. Goes by Wrath."

"Why do we need someone that we don't know their past about on the team? How can we trust them?" Ghost's gruff voice asked.

"I've seen him work, kids good. Plus I know his captain well. That team never disappoints."

~Base Somewhere~

"Great work out there, Wrath." A man patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Envy." The man named Wrath smiled. They all had just got back on base from a mission on stopping a arms dealer.

"Hey, Wrath. Can I speak to you for a minute?" Another man poked his head out of a door, hearing their voices.

"Sure, Captain." He walked in the conference room with a large table in the middle of it. He noticed 3 men sitting at it. One of them wearing a skull mask, who stared intently at him.

The first thing Ghost noticed on the boy was how he was clad in tactical gear. A hand gun holstered on each hip and a knife on a thigh. Mags and another knife on his vest. A neck gaiter around his neck, hair short and messy, no doubt probably had blood in it, gloves still on. He looked like a living shadow. He also noticed that He was covered in blood and grim. Noting he had no visible injuries. He looked to be maybe 6 feet tall, defiantly alittle shorter then Ghost.

Soap nudged Ghost's arm with his elbow, giving him a little smirk. Ghost could already figure out what was going on in his mind.

"Wrath, met the Task Force 141. Price, Soap, and Ghost." Pride, His captain said.

"Why are they here?" He immediately looked at Pride.

"Laswell is assigning you to help them. They're locating a drug lord."

"And they cant find them themselves?" Ghost can feel the attitude coming off of him.

"They can. Just...Something came up." The man hesitated.