Mended Heartbeats (Ghost X fem!Reader)

Chapter 1

I SAW yall skipped past author note

My last book (which I ofc deleted) was written quite a while ago so my first chapters will be kind of stiff, I don't remember how to make the story flow. 

Little backround and warning

If you don't support Ukraine you're not welcome here and you will not like this book. Moral of the story, don't like it, don't read it and take your negative opinions with you, im just a writer and it's MY creation.

The main character will be ukrainian because this is my made up story that I was eager to transfer into a book.

You'll kinda come across my feeling about war (i'll mention it here, alhough the events will not be accurate as in my book the war ended).

Remember everything is made up.  

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"These fucking cases and papers" I said to myself while scouring the cold floor of my apartment. "Where is my notebook" I needed to review old files of the case, check my old notes.

Price contacted me after seeing my name on an old case. Offered me to work with his new task force on a case that I've been working on a couple years back, thought I closed it. Nothing big, small cartel group stealing weapons from the army and smuggling it across the border while selling shit party crack on the side to cover the bigger crime, or so we thought at that time. That's what they get for letting rookies patrol armory.

I kindly promised to consider his offer, but if this turns out to be bigger than we thought theres going to be lots of eyes and lots of people on this, meaning, lots of rules and higher ups involved.

I met Price in my teenage years whilst he was still a Lieutenant, we're close. Price was involved in an assassination attempt on a politician under the command of then Captain McMillan in Donbass, Ukraine. They visited the military school afterwards to meet the future generation and present the career possibilities all around the world, very fancy I know. He told us "All it takes to change the course of history... is the will of a single man or woman."  Each of us understood it differently, but that's a different story.

Just as I find my notebook my phone lits up with a new message.

"Get ready. Tommorow 5 am. Your ride will be waitting. Your flight is at 9. See you soon"

Oh for fucks sake. I'll gauge his eyes out the second I see him, that's a promise. What part of the 'I'll consider it' did he not understand.

I got up to dig out my gear and put a bag together. "I'll grab the files in the morning" took a mental note and went to take a nap.

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(boring part)

I woke up before my alarm rang. A quick wash up and with a tea whiskey mix in my hand I walk myself back to the case papers. I don't know what intel they received that prooves my case is still open. What did I miss or who we didin't catch. I worked on this case with my old team, our then Lieutenant never mentioned about this being anything bigger. It was a one and done type of mission. 

As the time quickly ticked away I scoured trough my papers, refreshing the details. I glanced at the clock and went to get ready. I stuffed all the documents in my backpack, locked my apartment and rushed down the staircase. 

I look around the street searching for my ride. "Of course it's a black expensive car, like you can't make it anymore obvious" I mumbled out and walked to my driver. Droped my bags inside and got in.

"Привіт, мені в аеропорт" (Hello, im headed to the airport) I say as I check the time. 

He hands me my plane ticket "я знаю" (I know) he smiles and turns his attention back to the gps. I chuckle and turn to look out the window.

I don't settle in one place for too long. I travel, get experience from working with different groups in different countries. No personal connections, just work. After the war ended I couldn't find myself and staying home for too long brought a lot of sadness to every minute of my day. Tho leaving homeland devastated by war is a journey filled with heartache and uncertainty. As the once familiar landscape fades in the rearview mirror, there's a profound sense of loss that accompanies every step away from the shattered remnants of what was once home. And the memories of laughter echoing through now rebuilt buildings mingle with the echoes of explosions that tore apart the cities. The air is heavy with the weight of what has been lost, and the road ahead seems daunting, obscured by the haze of an uncertain future. With each mile traveled, there's a silent prayer for peace, a longing of home and a hope to bring back everything as it was.

And so, with heavy hear I begin my journey forth into the unknown, carrying the memories of a homeland forever changed by the ravages of war. Within the ruins, my heart still finds its cherished home...