It's so early that the sky is still asleep, darkness consuming the outside as you pack up your belongings in your barrack. Taking one more good look at your living quarters that you used for the past 5 years. Heading out of the room and closing the door. You walk down the hall and meet your commander, Phillip Graves.
"Why such a long face, (Y/N)?" a grin on his face as he watches you carry your bags
Just seeing him makes your expression turn to disgusted. He took your position because of one mistake, miscommunication.
"Fuck off, Graves." you spat back, ignoring him to walk out the front doors of the base to the truck waiting to take you to your new destination. Oh how you hated that guy.
~ Flashback: You were assigned to go on a mission in Iran with two other shadows. Your objective was to gather intel, nice and sweet, and get out of there. Everyone's position was compromised when enemies showed up out of no where. You were alone in a safe house when someone snuck up on you. Thinking it was an enemy you turned around and stabbed the man in one swift motion. Only problem, it was your partner. ~
You walk out to the truck and pack your heavy bags into the trunk with a thump. Letting out a sigh before opening the back door and getting in.
"Ready to go?" the unknown transporter says as he turns to look at you
"Yeah, I'm ready." you say, your mind already starting to go into overdrive, a little nervous about moving to a whole different place with new soldiers.
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It's been 5 hours since you've left the Shadow Company, driving for miles and miles until you finally arrive at your destination. The base is highly secured and almost looks..high tech. The truck pulls in through the gates and stops by the front door.
"Alright, (Y/N), here's your stop." he says with a groan, it's been a long trip.
"Thanks." you say as you open the door of the truck and slide out, your legs feeling like jello from sitting for hours. walking to the trunk to grab your belongings before closing the trunk and walking up to the front doors.
"Here goes nothing.." you sigh as you reach for the door before the door swings open on its own, a man with a mohawk greeting you.
"Oh hey! You must be (Y/N)! The names Soap, Sergeant Johnny "Soap" MacTavish..just call me Soap though." he says as he reaches out his hand, looking at you with a warm smile.
"Soap. Nice to meet you." you reach your hand out and shake his firm hand before he opens the door all the way open and waves you inside.
"You going to stand here all day or come? I swear we don't bite, unless.."
You chuckle and shake your head before walking past him and into the building, a group of three men standing by the door of what seems like the briefing room. Their eyes directly move to you.
Your eyes meet a man who smiles at you, nodding his head. His vest says "Price." The man next to him has a baseball cap on with a blue shirt, his vest says "Garrick." Lastly, your eyes divert to a very tall figure dressed in all black, looking up at his face he is wearing a skull mask. This made you feel unsettled, nervous. He looked intimidating. His vest says, "Riley". You knew you were in for a ride.
(Hi guys! I know this first chapter is boring, but I'm just trying to establish the story and explain why you are here. The next few chapters will be more exciting, I promise 😎)
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Mystery Man ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
FantasyYou were one of the best female soldiers in the Shadow Company and you knew it. Your skills almost prove to be too good for them. Working your way up to be Lieutenant or even a Commander, until one day..a mission gone wrong. You made a mistake, a bi...
