a Ghost and a Poltergeist (Ghost X Reader)

Making a Poltergeist

Making a Poltergeist

We were trained to show no emotion. No empathy. No sympathy. None. Once you showed any emotion you are considered weak and a coward. It was not difficult for me. Throughout my life, I was always told to stop crying or to stop showing emotions because it makes me weak. According to my mother, I needed to be ice cold and never let anyone warm up to me. Keep your distance because you cannot get stabbed that way. Literally and figuratively.

My mother was an ex-military, Captain. She was my hero. I wanted to be just like her. But she has seen many horrific sights. Sights she would never wish anyone else to see. She used to be very compassionate but after one mission it was as if a switch got flipped. She never told me what happened. She told me then that I was adopted. Once she heard I wanted to join the military to follow in her footsteps, she went ballistic.

After that day she refused to talk to me. She showed no emotion towards me after that. Soon she turned to alcohol and gambling to try and fill her empty heart. I was not enough for her. I was the only family she had, other than my aunt who looked after me when my mom got deployed. My mother's addiction caused us to become poor and I decided to join the military against her wishes.

That was 21 years ago. After 2 years of training, I was sent to the Special Forces after I proved myself worthy and worked alongside many soldiers for 19 years now. I am medically trained and have a vast knowledge of artillery and guns. During my training, I was given the nickname "Poltergeist." I was able to move around enemies without making the slightest noise possible and take them out before they could alert their buddies. My stealth was unmatched.

That name stuck with me even after I joined the Special Forces. I just got assigned to Task Force 141 about a month ago, under the command of Lt. Gen. Shepherd, led by Captain Price. Somehow, I impressed General Shepherd and he asked for Captain Price to make me a new addition to the team. I was honoured to be part of a team and to work alongside people who are at the same skill level as me. I was able to rank myself up to Lieutenant.

I worked alongside Sergeant John McTavish many times and I had mutual respect for him. His nickname around the force was Soap and I was very curious about how that nickname came to be, I hope it wasn't a don't drop the soap reference. My first impression of him was that he seemed to be the type to not take things seriously, but he proved himself. He knows when to be serious and when to try and squeeze in a joke to lighten the mood.

A few days ago, I was assigned with Soap to join in on a mission to capture Major Hassan Zyani. Hassan launched a campaign in retaliation against the US for the assassination of his commander, General Ghorbani. Ghorbani was killed by an airstrike whilst making an arms deal with Russia in Al Mazrah and Hassan wanted revenge.

We were escorted to base in a truck after the briefing was finished. I was sitting across from Soap, and he noticed how exhausted I was. "Didn't get any sleep?" His eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Sleep is a luxury here Soap." I sighed and rested my head on the back of the truck. I always had sleeping problems and they only got worse once I joined the military. I would go days with little to no sleep.

"You got that right." He let out a small chuckle and rubbed his forehead. "We just got back from a mission only to find out we have another one that might take even longer to finish."

"The situation in Sydney was not that difficult. It was just a bunch of drug dealers that thought they could smuggle weapons to make easy money." I squeezed the bridge of my nose as I felt a headache starting to form. "Honestly sending us in was a waste of time and resources."

Soap nodded in agreement and then handed me some of his water. I graciously took it and almost drank the whole bottle. "Don't drink all of it, save some for me." He chuckled as he took it back from me making me spill some water onto my uniform. I glared at him but said nothing.

The truck came to a halt, and I jumped out after Soap. I noticed in my peripheral vision someone walked up to Soap. I looked over and I froze in my tracks.

"Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, Lt?" Soap walked up to him.

That fucking skull mask. Simon "Ghost" Riley

"Skull Face. Never thought I'd see you again." My words were laced with venom but still with a hint of mockery. His eyes darted at me and showed no signs of shock or emotion. An awkward silence fell between us, and I just turned to leave.

"Save you a seat, sir," Soap said whilst placing his fist on Ghost's shoulder. As I walked away, I could hear the faint sound of Ghost mumbling.

"Fucking hell."