Specter's Redemption |Ghost x Reader|

Masked Reunion

The military base hummed with activity as Task Force 141 prepared for a crucial mission. Price, Gaz, and Soap stood together, their anticipation tangible. Among them, Ghost brooded silently, his masked face revealing nothing but piercing eyes. He had heard about the last-minute addition to their team, a figure known as Specter, and his frustration loomed like a dark cloud. He didn't enjoy surprises.

He had read Specter's file and its entirety. It had said she was KIA, and it left him uneasy.

"Price, what's the deal with Specter? Isn't she dead?"

Price met Ghost's gaze, his expression calm and composed.

"I thought s,o too. Intel said she wasn't, so I confirmed."

Ghost's skepticism lingered, his voice edged with doubt.

"Years of inactivity don't just fade away. Can she still keep up? We can't afford any weak links."

Taken aback by Ghost's response, Soap interjected, "She's a damn legend. If she is alive, you won't be able to keep up."

Ghost rolled his eyes dismissively, choosing to ignore Soap's remark.

As the team continued their conversation, the distant roar of an aircraft filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. The group turned their attention skyward, trying to locate the source of the sound. But all they could discern was the thunderous symphony of power, a testament to Specter's arrival.

(y/n) touched down in her A-10 Thunderbolt II. Emerging from the cockpit, she was clad in her pilot helmet, a motorcycle helmet in her hand. Underneath her pilot gear, she wore a scarf adorned with a haunting smile. An eye patch accentuated her left eye.

Approaching the waiting team, (y/n) exuded confidence and mystery. With a swift motion, she removed her pilot helmet, revealing the enigmatic scarf that framed her face. Her eyes, filled with determination, scanned the familiar faces of Gaz and Soap, a reunion of old friends.

"Some things never change," Soap teased with a wide grin, wrapping his arms around (y/n) in a warm embrace. His voice carried a hint of lightheartedness as he playfully remarked, "Still wearing that mask, huh? You and Ghost could start your own club of masked heroes."

The familiar banter brought a smile to (y/n)'s face as she returned Soap's embrace, cherishing the rekindling of their friendship. She had missed these moments. It felt good to be reunited, even if the circumstances were shrouded in the weight of their mission.

"You're More of a Ghost than Ghost himself. It's nice to see you back," Gaz chuckled, joining in on the light-hearted banter.

But Ghost remained aloof, his eyes fixed upon (y/n), his skepticism palpable. He approached her, questioning her background with an edge to his voice.

"You're supposed to be dead."

"So are you." (y/n) met Ghost's gaze, her own eyes gleaming with defiance.

"Welcome back to the land of the living. Can you keep up?" Ghost's gaze hardened, his doubts lingering.

"If you doubt my capabilities, Ghost, then remove your mask. Let's see the true face behind the legend. The so-called Ghost. The legend." Frustration welled up within (y/n), her voice laced with steel.

Ghost's mask twitched with tension, but before he could respond, Price stepped in, his commanding presence calming the storm.

"That's enough, both of you. We have a mission."

Ghost begrudgingly stepped back, his eyes fixed on Specter with lingering mistrust. He turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows. Gaz and Soap followed after Ghost, shooting an apology to (y/n).

Price gathered (y/n) aside, his voice measured yet tinged with urgency. The weight of the upcoming mission bore heavily on his shoulders as he revealed his intentions.

" (y/n) I need you to be my extra set of eyes in the sky. We're facing a new challenge, and I trust your instincts and skills to help us navigate it."

(y/n) regarded Price with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. She had known him long enough to understand that when he asked for someone's assistance, it meant the situation was dire.

"What's the mission, Price? And why do you need me specifically?"

The captain shook his head.

"Don't know yet. I'm heading downstairs to meet with Laswell and Shepherd to find out."

(y/n) had developed a deep familiarity with John over time, enabling her to recognize the subtle signs when he held back information. (y/n) narrowed her eyes, ready to pick a fight with Price, but his demeanor made her back off; she decided that now was not the time to take her higher rank to her advantage and to trust John.

(y/n) locked eyes with Price, a hint of vulnerability seeping through her hardened exterior.

"But tell me, Price, am I instrumental in this mission? Can I trust that Ghost will come around? I've seen the doubt in his eyes."

Price's voice held reassurance, a steady anchor amidst the uncertainty.

"Your skills are unmatched. I chose you for a reason, and I believe in your ability to adapt and excel. Simon may be skeptical, but he'll come around. Trust in yourself. The others do as well."

Specter nodded, a flicker of determination returning to her eyes. (y/n) found solace in Price's unwavering support as they prepared to embark on their mission. With her newly found confidence, she wandered off, hoping to find Ghost and reconcile.