Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Eighteen

"Careful up here, 100.", Ghost hummed as he threw a glance around the wall behind which the two of you crouched. "We've got a watcher on the edge. Two in front of the door."

With a hum, you pulled out your rifle to check through the telescope.

"I could take him out from here.", you said. "You got the ones at the door?"

His eyes moved to the two men that stood guard.

"Hard shot.", he noted soberly. "Might need to move out a bit."

"Try to keep your cover. Element of surprise is our advantage right now."

"Roge. Moving forward."

He slipped around the corner, jumped from shadow to shadow like he was a part of them himself.

Only the bright marks of his skull mask could be seen.

He really did look like a Ghost.

You've heard about the origins of his name, mainly people feared him so much because enemies dropped dead before they could see him.

He was like an urban legend, not just amongst the Mexicans and terrorists but also amongst Americans and his own units.

A deep breath escaped you as the tension in your shoulders tightened.

Your attention returned to the target at the edge of the cliff.

"On my mark, Ghost.", you whispered, finger already gently putting pressure on the trigger.

"Wait a moment.", Ghost warned over the radio. "Almost in position."

"Can you take out both?"

A short moment of silence spread between the two of you.

Your finger put more pressure on the trigger.

The beating of your heart started to fasten.

This was a situation of stress. You were good at keeping your emotions in check, yet it was impossible to kill them entirely.

You still had the same signs of nervousness like any other person.

It was what kept you human. Both a blessing and a curse.

"I'm in position.", Ghost finally said. "I could take them out together, but it's risky."

"But it's possible."

"Affirmative."

"Give it a try. I'll take care of the one at the cliff. If things go south, I'll cover you."

"Roger."

You took a deep breath.

Your grip on the rifle tightened.

"I'm all ready.", you let out the breath you held. "On my mark."

"I'm ready.", he confirmed.

"Three...", the pressure on your trigger tightened so much that you hit the first recoil. "Two... One."

A shot cut through the silence.

The narco didn't even know what hit him.

It didn't even take a breath until the bullet hit him in the neck, so precise and well placed that it went right through flesh and bones and made him snap.

Like a wet sack of sand he fell to his knees and slipped right off the edge of the cliff.

Now you didn't have to take care to get rid of the evidence no more.

You listened.

Not a second later one more shot sounded.

"What's your status, Ghost?", you asked.

A moment of silence greeted you.

"Both out, we're clear.", he confirmed.

"Be right with you."

As silent as you could, you jumped to your feet and rushed around the corner to meet Ghost at the back door.

He was already working on getting rid of the bodies, to prevent anyone from seeing them.

"Good shot.", you noted and took a look at the lock. "Easy to crack. But we will be as easy to spot as elephants."

You pressed an ear to the door.

"Can you hear anything?", Ghost asked while his hands already started to work on undressing the bodies.

A slim smile appeared on your lips as you noticed his plan.

He didn't take all of their clothes, just the coat and a jacket from the other man.

Considering that neither of you wore heavy gear, it would be enough to cover up the essentials to make the two of you seem less suspicious.

Wordlessly, he passed you one of the jackets.

You threw it over before getting to work on the lock.

"Cover me, in case somebody waits on the other side.", you said and pushed the first wire in.

Ghost took position behind you, hands on the rifle.

All of a sudden everything turned dark.

Irritated, you frowned and threw a glance over your shoulder.

Ghost was a man of such huge size that the shadow he threw covered all of the door, including you.

That way he almost made it impossible for you to see the lock.

His eyes moved down to meet your gaze. He frowned, or at least his face seemed to move similarly to the way it would when a person frowned.

Deep shadows danced through his eyes. He looked as grim as always. Yet you couldn't deny that he looked a lot like a real ghost.

At least like the ones Johnny used to describe in his poorly told bedtime stories.

An expression appeared in his eyes.

You returned the look, but a little more annoyed.

"You're blocking the light, Spooky.", you said and gestured with your chin for him for get out of the way.

A short moment of confusion crossed his eyes before he took a step to the side to let you do your work.

Your fingers trembled a little as you pushed the second wire in to let it rotate around the lock.

Small clicking sounds reached your tense ears.

Then a louder click filled the silence.

A gap opened in the door.

Bright, white light crawled over the dusty ground.

Ghost returned to guard your back. With his rifle raised, he let out a hum to signalise that he was ready.

Carefully, you gave the door a push.

Insanely slow, the door opened, not making more sounds than you had expected but also not as silent as you expected.

Every single sound made the hairs in the back of your neck stand up straight.

But as soon as you could take a look into the corridor, the tension eased again.

"Coast clear.", you gestured for Ghost to move. "Let's take a look inside."

"Right behind you, 100."