Senna's pov
Song inspo Yes to heaven by Lana Del ReyTW mentions if SA, rape
Ghost didn't talk to me for the next couple hours he was stuck watching me. He just watched me with those dark, brown eyes. At some point he pulled his mask back on, as if he didn't want me looking at his face despite the fact that I could see it without his mask on.
I wasn't lying when I told him I remembered everything about him. The nights we shared, how we'd gone back and forth risking our lives for one another. I remembered it all but that didn't change the fact that everything in me wanted to end his life.
I was supposed to end all of them, Price, Soap and Ghost. Even Laswell if I could get to her. It was my job, my mission. The mission came first, always. And I wouldn't disappoint Graves.
I couldn't pinpoint a place and time where I had turned on my team, just that that's how it was now. I worked for Graves and no one else. My old team was the enemy and if I failed, then I was too.
Soap took Ghost's place then, just a few hours before the sun would rise over the desert. It was surprisingly cool at night and the windows were left open.
I was tired but I wouldn't sleep much, not tied to a chair and not when my targets were surrounding me. I'd gone longer without sleep, a day wouldn't kill me.
Soap seemed much more relaxed than the previous man, like he had actually slept. He took the spot Ghost had been in; against the wall across from me but he crossed his legs.
"How's it going, Lt." He greeted me with a smile but I only flared back at him. He thought we were friends, maybe we were once but not anymore.
I leaned forward, as much as I could to look at him better in the low light.
"Your heart is beating fast, I can see your pulse in your neck." I told him before leaning back against the chair.
"See, you're still the same. Always a killer." He commented with a sigh before adjusting so he had one leg bent to rest his arm upon his knee as he looked at me.
"You've gotta wake up soon, we can't keep doing this shit." He added and I hated how relaxed he seemed when in a room with me; someone that wanted to end his life.
"Tell Price to say the words." I told him even though I didn't really know what it meant. It was just something Graves drilled into me. He said that it would put me back on their side but ruin myself and the rest of them at the same time. I couldn't see it. I didn't want to be back on their side and I wasn't sure how some phrase I didn't know could break me.
"He said no." Soap replied with a shrug but his eyes looked tempted. If Price hadn't burned the paper I felt like I could have convinced Soap to say them. His resolve was the weakest.
"Stop talking." I ordered him and he laughed buy obliged, leaning his head back against the wall but with his eyes still on me.
At some point I think I might have dozed off, my vision adjusting to the low light once they opened again. Soap was still watching me, a sad expression on his face. For whatever reason the expression hurt my heart but soon enough it was gone, my head hurting instead.
"You should just save them by killing me." I said to him after a while of just staring at each other.
"You think I'd be the one to cope best if you died?" He asked as if it were a joke.
"You've got the most life left ahead of you." I told him.
"You and Ghost always treat me like that. It's getting old." His accent was thick then as his gaze turned slightly annoyed. "You may have more history with Price, you might be in love with Ghost, but you're my friend too ya'know."
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Ghosts
FanfictionA sequel to 'Cadaver', and Ghost fanfic. When Senna returns after working undercover for the CIA, Ghost learns that she's lost her memory. Of him, their team, everything they went through together and even her past. It's both a blessing and a curse...