mainly MW :) i will clarify in the oneshot if reader character is feminine, masculine or neutral (mostly neutral but i can slip up and write the wrong pronouns sometimes)
-these usually end with a kiss-
mw+ghosts spoilers but there shouldn't be too...
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angelicamulligan I feel really bad I didn't mean to take this long
I wrote most of this during an exam period so sorry for how edgy I made it
Also this is terrible, read at your own risk
Neutral reader
I still hear their screams at night. i still see the blood on the walls, i still feel the nausea and pain. I haven't slept in days since it happened. I was scared, paranoid even. I recklessly fell asleep before, and that lead to getting taken, and then the deaths of so many of my teammates. I couldn't- not again. My eyes constantly felt heavy, sometimes i even saw things that weren't there. No one wanted me on duty- not out of worry but out of hate, anger. If i hadn't fallen asleep before i wouldn't have been taken, their friends wouldn't have gone after me and their friends wouldn't have died because of me. No one took pity, no one even wanted to look my way but i understood why and i know i deserve it.
I watched the sunrise, just how i had watched the sunset a few hours earlier. it used to be pretty, now it was just boring. i rubbed my eyes before i got up and got ready to leave. Today i had to go to a mission briefing. I hadn't been to one in so long- it wasn't even tied in with my expertise but i couldn't reject an offer.
Finally reaching the door to the room the meeting was in, i noticed my hand shaking. i lifted it, analysing my fingers moving without my say so. i always had a constant shake in my hand now, it disrupted my aim but i could easily fix it with concentration. i took a deep breath, my hand stilling a little but not completely. i took it as good enough and opened the door. I froze at the sight of the people inside. 4 141 soldiers. i always had some rivalry with them, competing during training and nearly everything else. they didn't like me - and after everything that's happened i'd say that it had gone over the level of hate now. their attention turned to me, eyes narrowing turning to a glare. i still stood, confused. A mission briefing with 141? why them? i shuffled in, leaning against a wall in a far corner as i waited for someone to actually explain why i'm here.
"Alright. Got a pretty simple mission here - Assassination. The target is too dangerous to be captured and must be killed. Any questions before we discuss who does what?" Captain Price spoke up, his deep voice creating a quiet echo in the room. "Yeah i have one. Why are they here?" The scotsman gestured over his shoulder with his thumb, pointing at me. "They've been assigned to this mission by General Shepard, if you really want to know you should ask him." he brushed it off. He didn't even know? maybe it was just because i hadn't done much recently - but assigning me to a 141 mission just seems like a terrible idea. Price explained the mission in more detail, i was to track the target while the others closed in and took out anyone who could get in the way. It did seem simple, but nothing ever is. The mission was starting soon, we barely have any time to prepare which meant i couldn't even get out of this by finding a replacement.
