Dead Man's Deed (Ghost x reader x Soap)

No.19 It's A Date

You sat in the back of a car silently, looking out the window onto the sandy plains. Trees peppered your vision, the nature unaware of the bloodshed that was about to unfold right over the soil.

Your long sleeves were proving to be overly hot, the temperature causing you to lean your head back and take a deep breath. You were ready to fight, yet nervous all at once. A hand rested on your thigh, causing you to open your eyes and look down.

The hand was Soap's, his pretty eyes glued to yours as your grip tightened on your sniper rifle. You tried your best to remain focused on the mission at hand, and your comms went off.

"Four Ghosts in the tunnel." It was Alejandro. Ghost was the one to respond to his words, and you let out another deep breath. The balaclava was making your face hotter than usual, your hands slightly shaking.

You didn't want to do this anymore. In the moment, you were sure of what you wanted, but now as you held the gun in your hand, your nerves were rampant. You couldn't let them down.

You couldn't.

Failure meant that you weren't committed, and being uncommitted meant that you were untrustworthy. The thought of them turning their backs on you again made your stomach churn as you only kept staring at your lap.

Across from you, Ghost was watching your eyes dart around frantically. He'd noticed that you get nervous before missions, not that he ever cared to address it since you had always exceeded his expectations on the field.

Given, his expectations were always low to prepare for the worst circumstances. He'd imagined your gruesome death, just so it wouldn't hit him hard later on if it ever happened. It was a sickening mental thought, yet necessary to keep his composure.

He watched your brows furrowed together, and for that face paint to become splotchy from your eyes constantly wrinkling up in displeasure.

"-/n... L/n!" You heard, causing you to look up and see Ghost's dark eyes pinpointed on you. Your breath momentarily stopped, your lungs stinging as he leaned forward slightly.

"Stop overthinking. We'll be fine." His low voice was like heaven to your ears as he gave you the reassurance you yearned for. It wasn't anything sweet, it was just standard wording.

Yet it made you feel safe.

You slowly nodded before taking another deep breath. The sound of his voice had immediately taken affect; it made you feel much more secure with what you were planning to do.

Hearing that there was a lot of silence, you pressed the button to talk to Price.

"How are things down there, Captain?" You asked, your leg bouncing with nervousness. There was more silence, causing you to furrow your brows before repeating yourself.

"Now really isn't a good time to talk, Lightweight." The Captain replied, causing your face to go red with embarrassment and that familiar feeling of nausea to make itself known.

"Right... right— sorry." You spoke, your voice shaky as you continued trying to occupy your mind. You were ashamed, two prominent people among your team were watching you break down.

You felt like a wreck, and Soap could see it. He'd known you for long enough to be able to tell when your nerves were getting the better of you.

"Hey, Y/n." Soap whispered, causing you to look up at him. "Whaddya say we go to some bar after all this is over with, and I'll teach you how to drink like a true Scotsman?"

Your eyes were confused for a split moment before you gave out a small giggle, turning into a hearty laugh. Both Soap and Ghost felt a bit better hearing your laugh, though Simon had personally never heard it before.