Ghosts

Sergeant

Senna's pov
Song inspo RescueMe by Onerepublic

Ghost slept on the couch that first night. I tried to argue that I could, that I felt like I was intruding but he only scolded me, telling me that the house was as much mine as it was his. Still it felt like I'd never been there before.

I spent too long in the bathroom, examining all the scars that I couldn't remember getting. I made it a point to ask him about them the next day. If we had been together, like that, then surely he knew the stories behind some of them.

When I looked in the mirror I didn't know the person that looked back at me and it made me feel small. I didn't feel like any of this was real.

I meticulously looked through all my clothes in the closet, most of them some type of military garb. I was a soldier, a lieutenant but I didn't know how I'd gotten to hold that title.

As much as it felt like I was touching things that didn't belong to me, I let my fingers move over everything, hoping something would come back to me. The rifle leaning up against the dresser, his neatly folded clothes inside. In the top drawer was a photo of the same man in the pictures hanging throughout the house with me standing beside him. I looked younger and when I flipped it over I saw the phrase 'Don't regret a thing' scribbled on the back.

My brother. Did I have any other family? I assumed not since none of them had come to see me, just Ghost and the other men that said they were my team.

I silently cried myself to sleep that night, not sure why I was so sad but I blamed it on the fact that I didn't know who I was and if I'd ever figure it out.

I needed to remember something, anything.

The next morning I awoke to the smell of bacon and my grumbling stomach wouldn't let me lay there long, I couldn't remember the last time I had a decent meal. Ironic, I couldn't remember anything actually.

When I made my way into the kitchen I found that it wasn't just Ghost and I but one of the other men that I'd met the day before. The scot, Soap.

"Morning, Lt." He said with a bright smile as he set a full plate of eggs and bacon and toast in front of me as I took a seat on one of the kitchen island stools.

"Soap?" I asked, wanting to be sure.

"Johnny works." He corrected as he set a to-go cup of coffee beside my plate.

"Thank you, but why are you here?" I asked, letting the cup warm my hands before testing its temperature on my lips.

"He invited himself." Ghost grumbled from the counter he was leaning on, his mask on once more and I wondered if Johnny had seen his face before or if it was just me.

"I didn't want him trying to convince you that either of you could cook. And I wanted to find out if you'd made any progress but Ghost told me you haven't." Soap explained, his tone turning a little disappointed towards the end.

"It's only been a day." Ghost said and I found myself wishing I could read him, but the mask kept me from doing that.

"I can't cook?" I asked, not really believing him.

"It's not one of your specialties." Soap answered with a laugh.

"What is then?"

"Well probably kill-" He started to answer me but Ghost shot him a look before dragging him out of the room.

I took the time to eat, wondering what he was going to say but trying not to focus on it too much. I wanted to know everything but it was recommended I take it slow. Still, they'd have to give me something to do. I felt the need to keep my hands busy.

"I brought you some gifts." Johnny said once I joined them in the living room. He handed me a sheathed katana with gold and black embellishments on the hilt and case.

Ghost must have seen the confused look on my face as I held it in my hands.

"It's yours." Ghost said, moving over to place my hand on the hilt to unsheath it.

"From before?" I asked, looking up at him and he gave me a nod. I admired the blade, turning it over a few times before putting it away. "I didn't realize we were ninjas too." I deadpanned, only feeling more confused about the type of person I was.

"Just you." Soap said with an approving smile before he held out something else.

"Gummy worms?" I questioned as he set the bag in my hands. What kind of combination was this?

"They're your guilty pleasure. Along with Simon." He teased and I could feel Ghost shift uncomfortably beside me, staring daggers into the other man.

Messages flashed into my mind then, sticky notes with messy words on them. 'Not here!' 'Think a little higher.' I didn't know what they meant but my chest ached.

Ghost sensed it and his gloved hand moved to steady me, holding gently onto my arm.

"Maybe we should give it a rest." He said gently before letting me go.

"Right. Sorry, Lt." Soap apologized but I reached out for him, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"It's not your fault, you're trying to help. I'm sorry I don't remember you." I said weakly.

"Don't sweat it, Senna. You know I said something to you once," He started, hesitating.

"Go on."

"You asked me to make you this impossible promise, and I ended up breaking it but I wasn't lying when I said 'If say to you I got your back, I got your back. You don't need to turn around to see if I'm still there. I will be.'"

I soaked in his words, his features. I couldn't remember him saying it, or whatever promise he was talking about but I believed him. I had this feeling like I could trust him.

"I feel like we were good friends." I finally said, the smallest of smiles finding my lips. I didn't know these men, not anymore, but I wanted to. Maybe they were my family, they'd showed up for me after all.

"The best." Soap beamed as he moved to the door. "Catch you later, Lt. Come by HQ when you are feeling up to it." He added and then he was gone.

"What kind of name is Soap?" I turned to Ghost and could see the smallest uplift in the corners of his eyes, like maybe he was smiling.

---notes
I love their friendship. Soap has golden retriever vibes