Crazy Over You ~ Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

8. overpowered

Thankful is an understatement when you wake up feeling no hangover, no stomach ache - pleasantly relieved. You don't think you would have made it through the mission if you did. You gather your things and meet everyone else in the lobby, clearly groggy and Soap is definitely hungover. 

You get back to base with 3 hours to spare, so you shower and suit up. You eat a balanced breakfast then head to the conference room and see if anyone is in there. Price and Ghost are, so you knock on the cracked door announcing your presence.

"Yes, come in, y/n," Price welcomed you. "Was just catching Ghost up on the details, he'll fill y'in. Remember - keep 'im alive if you can. Preferably."

Ghost nods at the captain, you copy his gesture.

--

You load up the jeep and Ghost orders you to drive, causing you to roll your eyes. Just another thing for him to get mad at you about. The three-hour drive went by extremely slow and boring, fucking awkwardly. He only spoke when he was giving you directions, other than that it was complete silence. He wouldn't let you turn the radio on, claiming it was a distraction. 

You finally arrive a few miles before the destination and swear your legs are about to fall off. You hated sitting still like that for long periods of time. 

-- 

Walking to the said building, Ghost tells you to stay behind him while he points his gun, scanning the area. Approaching the building and clearing all entrances, he opens the door, quiet as a ghost as the tall man easily steps, not making a sound. You hold your gun up as you enter the building, shutting the door behind you. 

He instructs you to get upstairs while he clears the downstairs. 

Dusty, half-broken steps that groaned under each footstep, you shake in your boots as you hold your breath. 

Stepping around a corner, you come face to face with a tall man, who you instantly take the barrel of your gun and knock his jaw with it, but as he lands a hit on you, it knocks the wind out of you, sending you stumbling back.

"Ghost!"

You grab a knife and slice him in his leg while another man comes at you holding his pistol up as if he's going to pistol whip you.

Ghost sure is taking forever to get up here, what the fuck?

Fighting for your life, you finally send the first attacker flying down the stairs, along with the second one after stabbing him in his groin. You hear gunshots and punches being thrown downstairs. While you get up, another guy comes out which you assume to be the leader, the one you're meant to capture. Getting in a fighting stance, he drop-kicks the gun out of your hands. Before you could react - swallow, he takes a knife and stabs you in your shoulder, and you yelp out in pain. Ghost finally comes rushing up shooting the guy in the head. 

"Oh! Fuck!" you winced.

"It's gonna be okay," Ghost told you in his deep, raspy voice that seemed calm.

"It really hurts, Ghost," you moaned, clinging onto his bicep as he leaned down, patching you up with a makeshift tourniquet that would suffice until he could get an evac. 

"I know, I know," he understood. "Breathe."

"I'm fucking - agh- trying," you panted as he put pressure on the wound. 

-

"Target KIA," Ghost called over the radio.

"Bloody hell," Price sighed. 

"Diamond's injured, need evac," Ghost ordered. 

-

You tell Ghost that you're sorry you failed and got the target KIA'd. Going in and out of consciousness, your words slurred as your eyes fluttered close. 

"It's okay, kid," Ghost tried to... comfort you. "Wasn't your fault this time."

This time. Oh, fuck right off. If you weren't injured you'd-

--

You woke up in a hospital room, a nurse taking your vitals. 

"Oh, hey, there, honey!" she greets in her higher-pitched southern accent. "Glad you're awake. You didn't lose too much blood, you'll be right as rain before too long!"

You weakly reply, simply exhausted. "Cool. I can't believe Ghost didn't just leave me to die." You thought you said that in your head, but the nurse looked at you funny.

"Hmm? Ghost? Well, if that's the person that saved your life you might wanna be thankful he was there with you!" the nurse smiled at you, replacing your IV fluids.

"Right, well, when will I be out of here? I hate hospitals," you complained. 

The nurse tilted her head, thinking, "I'd say about at least a week, sweetie."

"Ugh."

--

A knock on the door. You attempted to yell out "come in" but it probably wasn't audible, but they came in anyway.

It was Ghost.

"Oh, hey, Lieutenant," you threw your head back on your pillow.

"How you holdin' up?" he asked.

"I've been better," you shrugged, wincing as your shoulder pain stung. "Why didn't you just let me die? Since you hate me so much."

He paused as he stared at you, breathing out. You met his eyes with a curious tone, genuinely curious.

"Most people just say 'thank you'... for savin' their life," he retorts as he sets an envelope on your nightstand, walking away.

You watch the door close and grab the envelope, opening it slowly to reveal a 'get well soon' card, empty other than the printed words. You fake a laugh at his gesture, not taking it seriously, shortly falling asleep after those moments.

--

You fell in and out of consciousness for days, waking up groggily to nurses changing your bandage and cleaning your wound. It didn't hurt as bad as it did the first day, but you weren't about to move your arm to check.

"You have some visitors!" the nurse told you.

Soap, Price, and Gaz walk in with gifts and hands behind their backs. Your heart actually melted, not thinking they would care to do these types of things for you.

"Aye, lass," Soap greeted you with flowers in hand. "How y'doing?"

"Oh, fine, 'tis but a scratch," you joked. 

Soap laughed at your shitty attempt at a joke, and handed you the beautiful bouquet of flowers. You smile as you take them and smell them. "They're beautiful, Soap. Thanks."

Price set a balloon reading 'get well soon' and nodded at you, congratulating you on your work. You quickly apologized for not bringing the target back alive, to which he comforted you, "We'd rather have you alive, kid."

Gaz smiled at you as he handed you a teddy bear, and said, "Sorry."

You laughed, and joked back, "You better be sorry, this was all your fault."

Rather you were genuinely funny or they were just trying not to hurt your feelings, either way, you thought the latter.

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