I woke up tiredly a few hours later, except now I was in his bed alone. I presumed he had gone to his office or somewhere to deal with somethings like files and rookies. I moved my hand across the bed to where he was before he must have left, it was still warm. I rolled over to the indent in the mattress where he slept every night, I felt like a small water drop in a large puddle when I slid into the small, almost trench. I took in a deep breath with my nose pressed into the mattress, it smelt strongly of him. It felt like I was being hugged by him again, a feeling I never ever wanted to forget the sensation of.
"guess I'd better get up.." I mumbled to myself as I sat up, stretching my arms upwards which caused my shoulder blades to let out a small cracking sound as if I had cracked my knuckles. I became aware that I was no longer in the hospital gown as I felt the fabric of a thick and oversized hoodie slipping its ear down my arms. I looked up and saw a black hoodie, I recognised it but couldn't exactly lay my finger on the whereabouts of where I had spotted it before, but that's when it clicked. It was the exact same once Ghost had been wearing the first day I had ever met him, when he helped me find my way through the base. As I thought back to that time I couldn't help but smile, ever since the get-go he had been so sweet and gentle. I got up and walked over to his bathroom where I could see out the window that it was still dark. His bathroom was almost the exact same as mine except his noticeably was lived in more. There were whiteish-beigh towels strung on one of the pipe heaters on the wall and around his mirror on the wall were little photos, so many pictures. I couldn't help myself from sitting up into the counter beneath it and gazing at all of them. One of them was of the task force, obviously on a mission as they were all in kit with there arms around eachother like little schoolboys on picture day, it made me smile. They all looked so happy and at the bottom was a small quote that read "to the days and nights we'll never forget" along with the date "8/7/2013". They all looked so happy but I noticed that there was another figure in it that I didn't recognise, his entire body was covered in gear except for a small slit that showed his eyes but the photo wasn't zoomed in enough for me to really gather anything about his eyes or even just him in general apart from that he was roughly Soap's height.
The other photos were just of other missions and a few nights out but one caught my eye. It was of the same soldier except there was no one with him, it was just a photo of him on his own and this time there seemed to be quite a few more things written beneath it. It felt as if my heart slowed as i saw that there was a pair of dog tags with the name "Roach Sanderson" on it. I took a deep breath and slowly read the note. "Roach Sanderson. 1987-2009. 'A best friend along with A great Sargent; new, raw and loyal to a fault.'". The last part was underlined which lured my eyes back to it, scanning over the words over and over again. Sadly I had come to the conclusion that those four words must have had something to do with his death. I reread the entire thing again, he must have only been at most twenty two when he died.. only two years older than myself. Realising that was like a punch to the stomach as it reminded me just how much this job is dangerous.
I let out a deep sigh as I continued to look through the photos and another caught my eye, it was of... me? It looked as it was from the mission in the abandoned town when I was smoking my cigarette of the balcony; my cigarette hanging out of my mouth between my blushed lips, the wind blowing my hair gently and the light from the sunset causing my eyes to look like they were shimmering with little sparks dancing between the iris. That sneaky bitch. I couldn't help but laugh to myself, I must have been so focused on the moment that I didn't even notice him taking the photo. Beneath it read "the reason I wake up" I didn't think of him to be the sentimental type of man but maybe he's just really good at hiding things beneath that skull print balaclava of his.
I jumped in surprise when I heard his door unlock and fell off the counter, stupid but also a little but funny. "y/n?" I heard Simon's voice say as he heard the thud from within the bathroom. I looked up at the door as I just layed there on the floor, the door opening and his figure almost taking up the entire door way, or at least from this angle. "Heyy" i cooed as I flashed him a warm smile, his eyes narrowing at me, more like a 'what are you doing' glare than a 'im gonna kill you' glare. "You ok down there?" He asked as he knelt down with one knee next to me, his hands brushing through my hair. "Yeah" I responded with a smile and I could tell by his eyes that under his balaclava he was smiling aswell. I sat up and moved my hands to the bottom of the balaclava to remove it but his hands stopped on mine before I could remove it, giving me a small glare before speaking with a soft tone "Let me lock the door first."
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Task force 141 (y/n x Ghost+mw2-cod)
FanfictionGhost x fem reader (contains smut) Lieutenant y/n l/n graduated top of her branch in the military and because of that and also the fact that 141 has been wanting a new member.. she was chosen. In the military your not meant to have any relationship...