Crazy Over You ~ Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

1. introduction

a/n - Can't afford the game so I have not played the campaign (yet) so don't expect this to line up with any of the missions, more so just... free writing with no template, inspiration or anything, and I don't want to spoil myself, so I'm just going by creativity, lol. Little to no knowledge of the military. Slow(ish) updates, I've already worked on a few chapters and will probably release them every other day (or two).

I know nothing about Scottish phrases so my apologies if some of the terms I use make no sense, I am just using what I see other people use in their stories.

Soap is so cute though. omg that little himbo.

Can't really think of any cool code names so we'll go with Diamond, or you can replace it with whatever your little heart desires.

Further apologies for grammar, I use grammarly.

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You're transferring to the Task Force 141. Nervous and scared of rejection, you can't help but think that this was going to end up going bad. You've read the files of those who are already in the Task Force, and you're going to be the only female on the team. This just can't be good. But you're a damn good shot with a sniper, really good in stealth, so you'll be beneficial to the team, and you'll fit in ability-wise. But a lot of men in the military don't treat women that well, and as much as you expect it, you know you can handle yourself if need be.

On the 4-hour ride to the new base to meet with the supposed 'Soap', you found yourself dead-asleep until the jeep came to an abrupt stop, jolting your body awake. You gather your duffel bag and thank the men who drove you and exit the vehicle. You breathe out as your feet meet the ground, hoping they won't fail you. They honestly have no choice but to tolerate you since you're there on behalf of Captain Price but fuck if it wasn't gut-wrenching, you silently spoke in your mind.

Walking up to the building, you straighten up your posture and go to knock until the door opens. Ahead of you, you see a man taller than you with a dark brown, almost black mohawk, walking out with an open folder in his hand. "Uh, hi," he says with a thick Scottish accent. "You're y/n? Or Diamond?"

"Yes, sir," you nod and hold your hand out to shake his. "Soap?"

He shakes your hand with his, much bigger than yours, and affirms, "Aye. Head this way. I'll show you your room, then give you the grand tour." He leads you to the next building, the safe house.

"So, why Diamond if I may ask?" he noses.

"Eh, couldn't think of anything cool, so. And I didn't want anything too stupid," you silently laugh.

"It's not that stupid," Soap giggles. "I mean... Yeah, not stupid."

Stepping foot into the safe house, you met with all eyes on you, all unfamiliar faces except for Price's, and what was on the files. And the man in the skull mask, you read about Simon Riley who had no picture but didn't and wouldn't assume him to be him.

He points to the men in the room, introducing you shortly. "That's Kyle, or Gaz, Captain Price, Ghost, and you've already met me. Guys, this is y/n or Diamond. Welcome to the team. And everyone... for fuck's sake be nice to her."

You speak out shyly and say "hi" and everyone answers except for Ghost, he just stares and nods at you. Weird, you think to yourself.

Being shown to your room, Soap stays at the door. You set your bags down, figuring you'll have time to unpack later, even though you're so tired that you don't care to. "Um, hey Soap? Question."

"What's up?" he cocks his head.

"Not trying to be too nosey, but... I read the files before I came here, um, who's Simon Riley? I didn't get to meet him," you shrug your shoulders.