"ADRENALINE" {S.R} -Ghost x Reader

"RIDE"-5

(Lana Del Rey, "West Coast")

"I was informed, we will be linking with special Mexican forces. We have a hint on where the other set of missiles could be." Ghost spreads the information, getting a listen on as I tagged behind, following wherever their footsteps would lead. "We leave now. They've tasked Shadow company to assist. We will be heading to Las Almas." He directed.

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Jogging up into the carrier, Soap would calmly accompany me after I've sat.. For our lieutenant, who sat across from us, his gaze fixated, observing the metal screwed in tile. During the moment, I couldn't bear to remove my eyes off of the fellow. His fingers curling every once in a while, his sewed gloves hugging his palms. Lack of socializing, the lack of any communication really.. What could there be said, Ghost must of caught onto my "staring". Those dreadful pupils imprisoning my own. He saw the world painted black, I've noticed that even when he kills. He has no remorse, an absence of emotion. But here he sits, telling me a story with only his eyes. Making out the noticeable bags, a look of clear exhaustion. "Aren't you ready L.t.?" Soap shattered the rigid tension, "Don't I look?.." Ghost responded, these two men could go on with remarks for hours. "Better than ever, I could say." Soap joked, "Never thought you'd notice." Ghost disclosed. A smirk was visible on Soaps lips, he shook his head lightly. I could say, this was my entertainment.

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Landing.

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The machinery slowly unlatched, we awaited, alined from largest to smallest.. Which was something I marked. The ear scratching mechanical clamor irritated me, giving me a short headache, once we've exited the craft. Afar, a figure patiently stood. "Alejandro!" Soap shouted. A scratched, accented vocal responded. The male sounded as if he's been through much unknown, he was set up. A army green protective vest, dark strands naturally slicked back, a faded cut.. Brows that furrowed, a deep brown gaze that asserted an outward strength. He pulled his gloved palm for a shake from Soap, "Sergeant MacTavish." Their greeting was strong, but the Hispanic male's glare were eventually caught with mine. "Call me Soap." The other reminded, "Welcome, McDaid." Alejandro read my face, holding his palm out for greeting, speaking once more. "You look young." 

"I am! I prefer Shrimp." I chuckle, gripping his glove for a good shake. "For supper?" The male teased, I could only laugh before releasing his hand. His attention was now fixed with the brick wall, who shot bullets into Alejandro's eyes. "Lieutenant.." Alejandro began, "Laswell says they call you Ghost." He indicated, as Ghost shuffled around a tad. "Actually, I believe he prefers to be-" Soap beamed, but was cut short. Being yelled over by our Lieutenant, "That'll do." He strongly retorted. Soap pursed his lips, zipping away anything else that could slip out. 

For I, bit at my bottom muscle anxiously. "Welcome to the city of souls." Alejandro honored the area, nodding his head.. Turning to stroll. "I've never been to Mexico." I quipped, however, the male kept his two wrists tied behind his lower back. Moving my presence closer to get a better listen, "This isn't México." He put forward, "This is Las Almas." Well.. I knew to not say that sort again, "Shepard's contractors are inbound to reinforce. They're bringing hardware, they'll need room." Ghost addressed, as we walked toward our vehicle. "My base is your base." Alejandro welcomed warmly again. However, Ghost kept cold.. "Good. Now, where's Hassan?" 

"Cartel safe-house, ten clicks from here." 

As the two others spoke, Soap softly uttered to me, "Hey, you sit in the middle okay?" He told, a snarky smile stretching atop his face. "Of course... Sergeant." I sassed, knowing what I had coming for me to deal with during this rocky ride. The male swung open the door, shoving himself inside to comfortably sit above the seat. I, diving in right after him.