COD Oneshots (xReader)

Ghost - Punishment

neutral reader | 2000 words | I know my others are really quick but i'd say in this they get together especially quickly and it's a bit random but yk, i'm bad at creating conversations so it had to be this way | also because i somehow wrote this in only 2 days i haven't checked it over well because i don't want to keep this as a draft for eternity

Y/n POV

Lying on the grass, I felt nothing but regret. I was known to take things too far not just in training but throughout everything i did, what made it worse was that there was no way to stop me, no way to kick me out. I constantly talked back, constantly joked and constantly annoyed the others, the only thing they appreciated was that i was good at what i did and that was why i was kept in. I still hated the place, but to me it's better than worrying about homelessness. I felt the grass tickling my skin in the wind. This time i had annoyed a Lieutenant, not just annoyed - disrespected. i didn't even mean to, how was i to know his mother had recently died? i was sent out of training to do some laps, and after finishing them i threw myself to the grass.

I needed to calm down, there's no point in worrying about something that's already happened. My mind went straight to the attractive lieutenant, the one who sometimes takes charge of the platoon i'm in. I liked the mystery of him, a mask and a codename, not only that, but for some reason i had taken a liking towards masked men. i wish i could talk to him, comfortably at least - but the opportunities have not been plentiful, perhaps he doesn't want to give me the opportunity to annoy him.

i sighed, sitting up. I should go back and apologise, maybe if i work my way up the hot lieutenant will talk to me. i pushed myself up, dry dirt coming off my hands in a simple dust off. before i could even start jogging i was pulled back, no time to catch my balance. i fell right into someone's chest as some fabric was tied around my head, blinding me. Was I being kidnapped? no, this was still training grounds. Unless some soldiers got daring? no way. maybe it's a test? my shoulders lowered slightly. i quickly stood on both feet, kicking behind me to knock out the legs of whoever was tying a blindfold. i felt the floor vibrate as they stumbled back. i swiftly pinched the blindfold, about to move it above my eyes before a hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me. i felt a bunch of people around me, almost panicking that i'd see, rushing to stop me. I don't think i've ever felt so lost and confused. the grip on my hand was switched as they twisted it behind me, restricting my movement before i felt my hands be tied together too. i thought these kind of things happened at night? is this planned or spontaneous? i was shoved around from multiple directions, not giving me a clear idea of anyone's specific location.
"i'm going to beat you all to death when we're done with all this," i started to get a little angry, the constant shoving making my head hurt with rage.

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i was shoved into a cold room, stumbling into an even colder stone wall. i was pulled back and forced onto a chair which i was then tied to. What was the point of this? i soon felt their presences leave, the door shutting and locking. i was alone and my thoughts only raced. why now? why me? who even decided to do this? i twisted my arms a little only to feel rope burn. how serious are they taking this?

the room wasn't perfectly soundproof, the door revealing the muffled whispered argument outside.
"why me?!"
"why not you - you're intimidating!"
"Anyone can be intimidating,"
"But you're the best intimidator!"
"We're not meant to be scaring them away,"
"we won't!"
they went silent and soon the lock of the door was being rattled about. They were definitely two men arguing, but i struggled to recognise their voices due to the hushed tones. this seemed pointless - intimidate me? What's it going to do?

Heavy footsteps from only one man walked in, the door closing behind him. I felt a slight chill down my spine, wondering what would happen next. how were they planning to intimidate? i crossed my fingers behind me, hoping it would be a bunch of yelling, empty threats and nothing worse. I jumped at the sound of a chair getting dragged towards me - was i really scared? i think the confusion is just messing me up, i think.