Task force 141 (y/n x Ghost+mw2-cod)

Dad

Once we got back I was hospitalised, they said I'd probably be in there for a week and then I could go back out, just not in missions for a little bit. I only had a few broken bones so it wasn't so bad except the fact that I couldnt do as much as I used to be able to. First person who came to visit me after the incident was Price, I fully forgave him but he didn't seem to forgive himself yet.

"Listen, y/n. I'm really sorry.. I didn't realise the mission was a decoy, they just told me to send my best soldier for close contact, and I chose you..." I could hear sadness and true sincerity in his voice as he spoke, it honestly scared me hearing him like this since I knew he always kept a strong or soft tone but never upset. "No- no!- it's ok! It was just a mistake, and mistakes hap-" he cut me off before I could finish "this wasn't a mistake!" He yelled as he placed his hand on the end of the hospital bed post, his fingers gripping the metal stronger than I though humanly possible and with his other hand powerfully forcing the palm of his hand to his forehead whilst he squinted his eyes closed tightly. "This wasn't just a mistake... it was much bigger.. I risked the life of one of my team, that's much more than 'just a mistake'..." he mumbled as his eyes looked up to mine, almost a glare but much colder and sadder.

"I-" he began to say but when he began to fix his posture but when his eyes fully met mine he seemed to choke on his words. "I... should go.." he said quietly as he shook his head and began to leave, but u didn't want him to go yet... seeing him leave reminded me of everyone who left me in the past, left me without a last word and just abandoned me. "Wait!- dad-" I called out quickly, to quickly to realise my words that I had just said without thinking. I instantly covered my mouth with my hand when I realised, I watched in worry as he stopped dead in his tracks just beneath the door frame. "what..?" I heard him ask quietly, almost a whisper. His voice seemed quiter and slightly broken. My eyes began to water slowly as he turned his head back to look at me, his eyes look exhausted and weary, that look broke me. I opened my mouth to try to apologise and just to speak to him but it felt like my throat had just closed in on itself, stopping me from breathing and speaking. I was on the brink of tears. I couldn't make out if it was because I couldn't get the words I wanted to say out or just this situation I found myself in.

As I struggled with my words he just came back over, not saying a single word and instead just hugging me. The hug felt like a hug a father would give to his child, warm and comforting. I hadn't realised that he had had this much of an impact on me, I didn't even realised that I had started to see him as a father figure. Neither of us said a single word and instead just held onto each other, a small tear trickling down my cheek while I closed me eyes tightly as I hugged him "I'm sorry.." the words finally came out, they sounded shattered and smothered but to me it didn't matter since at least he knew that I didn't mean to say that word and instead I just panicked.. or maybe I did mean it? He didn't say anything in response but instead just held me closer, one hand on my back and the other on the back of my head holding me against his shoulder firmly.

Eventually he did pull back and looked into my eyes thoroughly, his gaze seemed softer now rather than what it has been before. "This time I actually probably should go.." he said with a sad but soft smiling expression and a small chuckle at the end which I couldn't help but smile back at, his smile genuinely was contagious. He got up and placed his hand on top of my head, scruffing up my hair before leaving for the door again. Just as he was about to leave he paused "oh and by the way.. I am fine with you calling me dad... if you want.." he said, and with that he was gone. I will admit that when he left the room did somehow feel colder, even if it was just a bit I could still feel it. I layed back in the bed and thought about everything, mainly the mission. I had never been more scared before that mission, not so much scared for my life, but more just the sensation of the injuries being inflicted on me by that cruel man, Graves. That experience thought me a two things at least though; 1. Don't be so trusting. And 2. If I was going to die I'd want it to be quick and painless.

I quickly took myself out of those thoughts though as I had figured that dwelling in a new trauma was most likely not the best thing to do while recovering from it, and also I was just getting tired in general. I took a deep breath as i layed back down against my pillow and closed my eyes, settling my thoughts for once. I still couldn't really believe I had called Price, my captain, dad. It just felt strange but at the same time it felt comforting knowing there was at least some parental figure here with me in my recovery, even if they weren't blood and I had barely known them for two months, he really did feel like a dad. That was the last though I had before I was submersed back into a restful sleep.