Unexpected beginnings

Old friends

You finish out the day and soon find yourself back at your flat. You are once again packing your bags for another mission.

Your duffel bag sits at the foot of your bed as you get ready to sleep knowing you need to get up early tomorrow. You lay yourself down in your bed and stare at the ceiling. You try to sleep, but shutting your brain off seems like an impossible task.

You lie awake for what seems like ages, but eventually fall asleep, only to hear your alarm ringing, forcing you out of bad.
The morning drudges on as you vaguely see the sun rise on your walk to the base where you'll meet the rest of 141.

You take your seat in the briefing room and look to your teammates only to see the serious stares and dark circles under their eyes from the early morning.

You watch as Price walks into the room. He takes a glance over the room to take a short head count. Price passes out files full of information about the mission and begins to talk about it. You see the empty picture slot for the target and zone out.

You know who you all are going to fight. You know where you all are going from experience. You're going to the first place you had met the full team face to face.

The plane feels stuffy. Not from the people, considering you are on a rather large plane with many people, but the tension in the air feels suffocating.
You twirl your hair and look out the window in an attempt to distract yourself from everything, but all you can think about is how you're going to kill someone who you worked for, someone you killed for, someone who got you out of trouble countless times, someone who still might be your best friend.

You look away from the window and open the file back up and begin to read.
Name: unknown
Alias: Mrs. C
Occupation: computer hacker, runs illegal kill for hire business

Involved in hiring young assassins to operate an illegal kill for hire business that has both interrupted government missions and murdered wealthy and politicians. Kidnapping and attempted murder of government employees and associates.

Looking down at this file you know every word to be true. Every accusation, accompanied with evidence or not, you know is true, but without C you would be in jail or dead. Yet, if C had never come into your life your kill count may be much lower, and all of your training may have been for nothing.

You continue to stare almost blankly at the file, lost in thought, when a large hand grabs yours. You hadn't noticed when Ghost sat down next to you, but his company was not unwelcome.

"Feelin' okay, pink?" Ghost looks at your worried expression.
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. You don't have to call me pink by the way," you bring his gloves hand up to your lips and kiss the back of it, then set back to rest where it was before. You then lay your head on his shoulder in an attempt to feign how okay you really feel.
Ghost lets go of your hand and wraps his arm around you, pulling you in, "It's okay to talk to me. Ya know that, right lovie?"
You lean into him and look straight ahead, "yeah, I know," you say unconvincingly as you try not to cry.

You begin to drift off, but Soap sitting down on the other side of Ghost rouses you. 
"We're almost there, wanted to make sure you were still on earth with us," Soap grabs your hand across Ghosts lap.
"Johnny, we're in a plane," Ghost sarcastically states.
You let out a little chuckle and look up, "there she is," Ghost lets you sit up and you look over to Soap.
"Nice one, Soap," you smile to him.
Soap grins back, then reaches over Ghost and grabs you under your arms, pulling you onto both of their laps. You squeal slightly as you get dragged over them, but soon start laughing.
You get settled and throw your arms behind your head as Ghost adjusts your hips over his lap to make you both comfortable.
Soap looks down at you, "How 'bout we take you on a date after all of this, a real date?" Soap rests one of his arms over your stomach.
You look back at him, "Like a fancy one in a restaurant and everything?!" Your sarcasm makes them both smile.
"Yes bunny," Soap leans down and kisses you. You lift up to kiss him back, wishing he would never pull away. Yet when he inevitably does, you sit up. You quickly kiss Ghost on the check through his mask and try to move back to your seat, but Ghosts hands force you to stay on his lap. You look back at Ghost as he lifts his mask to expose his lips. He connects them to yours. When he pulls back and pulls his mask back down, he lifts you and sets you back in your seat.
"Really? What about me?" Soap retorts.
Ghost quickly pulls his mask up again, pulling Soap into a deep kiss. When they pull apart, Ghosts hand goes to pull down his mask, then find rest on your upper thigh while he takes Soaps with the other hand. You lean into him and close your eyes for the rest of the trip.

Ghost nudges you awake and the plane is landing. You look over to them, "Morning, bunny," Soap says as he closes his bag.
You wake up enough to put your things in your bag and sit up.

You leave the plane and walk with your team through the busy airport until you find two cars and some blonde woman waiting for you.
"Good to see you again, John," she greats Price.
"Good to see you as well, Laswell," Price says to her, the woman soon looks past him to you.
She walks up to you and extends her hand to you. You take it as she introduces herself, "Kate Laswell, CIA, American," you let go.
"Y/n, what's your affiliation with the case?"
Price butts in, "C has tapped into American servers, making them a problem for the American Government as well."
"Yes, but anyway I'll be sticking with your team for this mission. John, I need you to go back to the safe house with me while some of your team retrieves a USB drive from this location," she hands Price a paper with an address on it.
"On it," Price responds to her, "Gaz, I want you to come with me, Ghost, Soap, Pink, you go to the location," Price hands Ghost the paper and gets in one of the cars with Laswell and Gaz.
You, Soap, and Ghost get in the other.
"Ready for a little adventure," Soap says to you as he nudges your shoulder.