Simulacrum (Simon "Ghost" Riley)

25 ~ Family Reunion

PRESENT:
Mexican Special Forces Base, Las Almas, 2022

"I'm not crazy," My own voice startled me in making myself this clear, my hands tight up in my messy red hair, probably shaking as my body's trembling at the same time. Luckily I'm not standing on two feet, otherwise someone has to catch me for sure!

"Louisa, calm down," Soap tried to be there for me, kneeling in front of me while trying to give me any sort of comfort.

I love you John, but you're not helping!

"I'm not fucking crazy, are you even listening to yourself? It isn't possible!" I kept repeating to myself, because in the end, it isn't fucking possible!

It just couldn't be, but this time I am not the only one experiencing this; everyone is present, psychically as mentally, I'm not crazy, right..?!

My mind's constantly focused on what happened in Diego's villa earlier. It became a fucking mess I don't even want to talk about, but then you wouldn't know what happened.

The mission got compromised, that's what happened! We couldn't do anything about it, I wasn't able to do anything about it.

But even if we got compromised by the Las Almas cartel, believe it or not, we somehow made it back because otherwise I wouldn't be here right now.

I should thank Philip Graves and his Shadow Company on my knees again; we caught Valeria Garza anyhow, who eventually turned out to be El Sin Nombre all along!

I told you I was going to kill that puta as soon as I laid my eyes on her, as I already wanted to do that when I gave her intel, but right now she's the least of my worries.

The mission can fuck itself right in his ass for my part, the fact I don't know where we need to go next, what's happening on the enemy's side, or where the rest of our TF141 are.

We're lost, even if we have plenty of choices we can make, whether the others are going to happy about what we discovered.

They aren't going to be happy that we aren't focusing on the mission anymore, but I don't know if the mission is priority anymore.

It happened on my watch, and I need to fix it, as the others are going to help me with that. Eventually I'm not the only one seeing this; I thought I was hallucinating once again, but the obvious reason I'm not is the fact everyone's here.

My squad, the boys I trust the most, well, except for Ghost; I don't where he is, was he taking a piss or something?

Luckily, Rudy's as sweet as he is, as he sent everyone away whom were still in the cafeteria of the base a moment ago, meaning we have enough privacy as we can get.

And Alejandro's just a mess as I am, sitting next to me while drinking loads of tequila, meaning he's definitely stressed. The fact he has to deal with that whore soon enough to get intel out of her, and the return of his son.

Bloody fucking hell.

My boy.

My sweet boy.

How is it even possible?

It feels like a dream, even if it isn't; my boy's sitting right in front of me, the others are noticing the same thing too because Soap already took care of him.

Mactavish had given Lorenzo something to eat, and an apple juice to keep him busy and healthy, while I just stared at him in confusion, having Soap right in front of me to calm me down.

I didn't even had the time to clean myself up while the others did. I probably had, but I just wouldn't take it as my body didn't let me.

It means I probably look like Carrie, you know, and like a very scary monster with blood all over my face, dress, hair and still barefoot because of that stupid second floor of Diego's house where I needed to be.