Dead Man's Deed (Ghost x reader x Soap)

No.10 Lying Betrayal

More shots ripped through the air like scissors through paper. You held your rifle close to you as Graves warned not to get caught between the shipping containers.

The objective was to get to the bridge and find the missile controls. An easy task, if you weren't being constantly shot at and having to repeatedly try to find your balance. You turned the corner of your cover, quickly running to the next available barricade.

Thankfully you'd grown used to the slippery terrain, and you quickly shot three more enemies. A fourth was a few feet away, and you pulled your knife out, jamming it into his leg before also cutting his throat.

The cartel member yelled horridly, trying his best to push your arm away, but you'd already twisted the blade until something cracked. Limpness took over his body before falling, seeping blood into the tainted seawater.

You would never grow an immunity to watching the light leaving someone's eyes. You'd long accepted the fact that you were meant to take the lives of others, no hesitation.

That didn't make your job any easier, though.

Your thoughts were broken by a gasp that came from you as a smaller crate knocked into your side, causing you to get caught between the metal container and the railing. It was no taller than your hips, but still hurt nonetheless.

The metal edge was suffocating you as the only protection you had was your new bulletproof vest. If you weren't wearing it, you surely would've been crushed and possibly lacerated.

"Fuck—!" You grunted out as the air was leaving your lungs, and you called out to Soap as he ran past you. He heard your cry for help, running to you and pushing the small container away from your stomach whilst you gasped and groaned.

"I've got you, I've got you—" Soap spoke back, letting the edges of the container dig into his palms as he pushed. Combined with the rain and compression of your stomach, you felt like you couldn't breathe even though you could.

You were finally freed, falling into Soap's arms as you shot one of the cartel behind him. He asked if you were alright and you quickly responded saying that you were fine to go on.

"Alright, stay close to me. We need to get to the staircase that leads up to the bridge." He spoke, and you nodded while quickly following after him. Soap was tactical, much more tactical than you would have been.

Even though you'd been trained to be ruthless and to finish the job as quick as possible, Soap valued your safety above all.

"Hey!" He yelled before pulling you back and shielding you from a grenade that he'd kicked away. "Come on, we're almost there. I need you to stay with me and keep your head in the game until we're done, okay?" He spoke, and you nodded up at him.

The rain was beating down on the top of your head, your face soaked and your clothes damp. It made a mist invade your sight as you looked around for any more targets to eliminate.

This continued, and you finally reached the stairs while running behind Soap. He was definitely the more seasoned veteran of you two, having been in the game for a longer consecutive streak, and it showed.

Soap was a good partner, adeptly resourceful and always rational. Moving alongside him made you feel safe and complete, quite the contrary to Ghost. With him, you felt alienated and unwelcome under his scrutinizing gaze.

Granted, you two had a fallout before this mission, and it wasn't affecting the objective in any way. So, as far as what was your concern, you didn't really care.

Your thoughts were broken from Soap telling you to check the hallway and rooms within it, and you nodded. Searching through the first room, it was empty aside from strewn papers fluttering across the floor.