Specter's Redemption |Ghost x Reader|

Aerial Fury

With adrenaline coursing through her veins, (y/n) accelerated the bike to its limits, racing against time to reach the base. The wind whipped past her, blurring her surroundings as she maneuvered through the narrow streets of Las Almas. The roaring engine echoed in her ears, drowning out the sound of her own thoughts. In her haste, she pushed the bike to its breaking point, narrowly avoiding collisions and swerving past obstacles. Her heart pounded as she fought to maintain control, feeling the bike teeter on the edge of stability. It was a heart stopping moment, but her skill and instincts prevailed, allowing her to regain control just in time to avoid disaster. With relief, she continued her mad dash toward the base.

As (y/n) reached the base, she skidded to a stop, sending dust and gravel flying in her wake. With hurried steps, she rushed to her assigned hangar, her mind focused on the mission. Sweat trickled down her brow as she quickly shed her biker gear, exchanging it for her combat uniform. The familiar weight of her gear settled on her shoulders, and she swiftly fastened every buckle and strap with practiced efficiency. Moments later, she stood before her aircraft, a sleek and formidable engineering masterpiece.

With an eagerness that couldn't be contained, (y/n) swiftly ascended into the boundless sky, her aircraft slicing through the air with purpose and precision. The thrill of combat filled her veins, igniting a fire that had been dormant for far too long. As she soared through the clouds, her heart raced with exhilaration, relishing the familiar sensation of being in the cockpit. The controls became an extension of herself, responding effortlessly to her expert touch. It had been years since she last tasted the adrenaline of aerial combat, and now, as she raced to rejoin her team, every fiber of her being was alight with anticipation. This was her element, where her skills were honed, and her instincts sharpened. The vast expanse of the sky became her battlefield, and she was ready for her fury.

"Zulu S-10 to Soap. How copy?" (Y/n) spoke through the comms.

"This is Soap, we're a bit stuck, and we could use some assistance." Soap's voice crackled over the comms, breathless and filled with urgency, mingled with the chaotic symphony of gunfire and distant shouts. The intensity of the situation was detectable, and (y/n) couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline at the sound of their comrade's voice amidst the chaos.

After (y/n) had departed, the combined forces of the Vaqueros and 141 embarked on a daring maneuver, attempting to shake off the relentless pursuit of the Army. However, their efforts had proved futile. Just as Alejandro and Rudy were, the enemy forces were intimately familiar with the treacherous mountain trails. Every twist and turn seemed to be anticipated by the enemy, tightening the grip of desperation around the team.

But amidst the turmoil, the sound of (y/n)'s voice pierced through the chaos, igniting a flicker of hope within the hearts of Alejandro, Soap, and Rudy. Their worn faces lit up with fleeting smiles, knowing reinforcements were imminent and (y/n) was about to put on a show. The anticipation and excitement surged through their veins.

(y/n) assumed a mischievous tone, mimicking the cadence of a flight attendant as her voice flowed through the comms. A smirk played on her lips as she flicked the switches, arming her weapons system.

"Attention, Vaqueros and 141," she announced. "Please keep your hands, feet, and personal belongings close by. This one is going to burn."

Taking a steadying breath, (y/n) guided the plane down towards the mountains, the engines roaring loudly but remaining unseen below.

Ghost caught a glimmer of light in his peripheral vision and turned his gaze towards it, recognizing it as (y/n). He watched in awe as she descended, close enough that the deafening sound of the engines would rattle eardrums but high enough to remain hidden from sight.

"Boom," (y/n) declared over the comms as she released a payload onto the Army below.Explosions erupted, and the Vaqueros ignited into cheers for Specter's aerial display. Ghost glanced around, witnessing the boost in morale that (y/n) had brought with her actions.

"Let's move!" Ghost shouted to the ground forces, urging them to press forward on the trail. Meanwhile, (y/n) banked her plane, signaling her intention to patrol and search for Hassan. The wings of her aircraft caught the sun's rays, casting a dazzling glare onto her team, a silent assurance that she was watching over them.

"Roger," Ghost acknowledged, his voice filled with respect and admiration.

A newfound respect blossomed as Ghost witnessed (y/n) take to the skies with unmatched skill and audacity. How she maneuvered the plane, weaving through danger and delivering precise strikes, left him in awe. He had known her as a formidable soldier on the ground, but seeing her command the skies added another layer to her capabilities. The unwavering determination in her eyes and the confidence with which she executed her aerial maneuvers impressed Ghost deeply. At that moment, he realized that (y/n) was more than just a skilled teammate; she was a force to be reckoned with, earning his utmost respect and admiration.