Phantom ~ [Simon Ghost Riley]

V. Blue bullets

It's 9 am when I open my brand new office door to Soap sitting in my chair. His feet are fully propped up on my desk.

"Uh.. hello?" I say, frowning as I close my door behind me.

"Hi," he replies as if this is totally normal.

"First of all, can we not do this?" I pat at his legs.

He slowly gets them off my desk and sits up straight.

"Second of all...What are you doing here?"

"Price sent me to tell you to pack. One more day of training and then we're off on a mission. He picked you to join."

"He did?" I ask

"Yeah," Soap hums.

"Who else?"

"Does it matter?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Gaz, Ghost, König, and myself Of course."

"Who the hell is König?" I ask.

He chuckles, "you'll see."

I sigh at his weird response, "Why me?" I ask.

"No clue, Ace. I'm not looking forward to it, either." He says, the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

"Alright, thanks. Good to know. Now, can I pack my stuff in peace?"

"Fine," he grunts getting up, "I'll be back in 30 minutes. Then we're off."

"Fine."

"Fine," He closes the door behind him.

I drop my bag on my desk, leaning against it for a couple of seconds to process what just happened.

Price has picked me. He thinks I'm decent enough for an actual mission...

My brain goes into overdrive. How the hell did I manage to get myself into this position? I was just joking around with Liam during training last week. I had ripped my pants and he had almost peed himself from laughing. Now, literally only 5 days later, I'm packing for an actual 141 mission.

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Packing doesn't take me too long after I finally clear my head. I have some time left before Soap gets back.

Throwing myself on my chair, I turn to look at the atrium. The place is filled with large plants climbing up on most of the glass walls. I've always loved plants but have never been someone who keeps them alive for very long.

Price shows up from behind a giant monstera plant. He walks slowly with his hands behind his back, seemingly deep in his thoughts. Then, captain Harlon appears in the atrium as well. She spots Price and heads his way. Price looks at her with the same friendly smile he had in her office a few days ago. The conversation doesn't seem to last very long, but I still wonder what they're talking about. Price gives her a hand, and then she's off.

Just before I want to get up, Price's gaze shoots up to my office. I duck, hoping he hasn't seen me. I don't want him to think I was spying on him. My heart is in my throat, even though I haven't really done anything wrong.

"Why are you on the floor..?" Soap's voice sounds from behind me.

"-Jesus Christ Soap, what the fuck," my breath hitches, "What is wrong with you army men?"

He chuckles as he comes to look through my window. I cringe as he looks down into the atrium. 

"Oh? Spying on Price?" Soap lifts his hand and waves at Price through the window.