Specter's Redemption |Ghost x Reader|

Mission's Call

(y/n) stormed through the base corridors, her steps heavy with frustration and anger. Each stride was fueled by a fiery determination to shake off the lingering effects of her conversation with Graves. The words echoed in her mind.

Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she replayed the taunts and insults that Graves had hurled at her. Her thoughts clouded her judgment and overwhelmed her senses.

(y/n) abruptly halted as Soap's voice cut through her seething anger. She turned to face him, her expression a mix of frustration and exhaustion. The fury that had consumed her moments ago now gave way to weariness and simmering discontent.

Soap approached cautiously, his usual lighthearted demeanor replaced with a severe concern across his features. He knew better than to make light of the situation. He could sense the tension radiating off (y/n) and understood that she needed someone to listen, not crack jokes.

"Hey, (y/n), you okay?" Soap asked gently, his voice devoid of any jest or playfulness. He extended a comforting hand, offering a silent invitation to confide in him.

(y/n) sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping as she leaned against a nearby wall. She shook her head, her voice tinged with frustration. "No, Soap, I'm not okay. Graves just... pushed all the wrong buttons. I can't believe he dared taunt me and acted like he did nothing wrong."

Soap's expression softened as he stepped closer, his eyes reflecting empathy and understanding. "I'm sorry, (y/n). Price is looking for ya."

(y/n) nodded at Soap's words, grateful for the interruption from her turbulent thoughts. She took a deep breath, allowing herself a momentary reprieve from her blind fury. Soap's mention of Price piqued her curiosity, and she swiftly approached the familiar figure.

(y/n) hurriedly made her way to find Price, her heart racing with excitement and apprehension. When she finally located him, he wasted no time informing her about the mission.

"Price, you were looking for me?" she asked, her voice eager.

Price nodded, a severe expression on his face. "Yes. We've received intel that Laswell has been captured in Urzikstan, and we're assembling a team to go and extract her. You, me, and Gaz are headed there."

A surge of emotions flooded (y/n) as she processed the information. Urzikstan, the place her brother was stationed. The thought of finally reuniting with him after all this time filled her with a sense of hope and longing.

"Urzikstan?" she exclaimed, a smile spreading across her face.

Price nodded and smiled. "Get your gear ready. We leave in an hour."

With a grateful nod, (y/n) thanked Price and returned to her room, a newfound excitement bubbling within her. She couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose and determination.

As she entered her room, (y/n) couldn't contain her joy. She eagerly began packing her gear, carefully selecting the necessary equipment, and double-checking her supplies. The anticipation of the upcoming mission filled her with adrenaline.

Despite the lingering hurt of her plane, (y/n) found solace in the mission ahead. The opportunity to prove herself and reunite with her brother provided a glimmer of hope amidst the turmoil.

With each item neatly packed, (y/n) closed her bag, a determined expression on her face. As she slung her bag over her shoulder, (y/n) opened the door to see Simon standing before her.

"(y/n), we need to talk," Ghost greeted her, his voice devoid of warmth, pushing her back into her room with a firm hand on her shoulder.

Sensing the coldness in his demeanor, (y/n) frowned, feeling a surge of hurt within her.

"Simon, what's going on?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

"Ghost," he corrected her sharply, shooting her a piercing glare.

Confused by his response, (y/n) paused momentarily, trying to comprehend his sudden change in attitude. "What do you mean?" she asked, her brows furrowing.

"You call me Ghost," he stated coldly, his words cutting through the air. (y/n) frowned, realizing the significance of his correction, but it only left her more perplexed.

"But last night—" (y/n) began, her voice wavering.

"It meant nothing," Ghost interrupted, his tone firm and dismissive. "I did what I had to do to motivate you."

Shocked by his words, (y/n) felt her heart sink, a mix of pain and disbelief coursing through her.

"How can you say that? We shared a moment, a connection, and it meant something to me," she pleaded, desperately hoping for him to understand.

Ghost's expression remained cold and unyielding.

"It meant nothing, Specter. You're reading too much into it. It was a fleeting moment, and I've moved on," he spat out, his words laced with bitterness.

Feeling the weight of his rejection, (y/n) fought back tears, her voice trembling as she struggled to find the right words.

"What are you trying to say?" she asked, her gaze shifting downward as she nervously played with the strap of her backpack.

"Consider it a favor, (y/n). I'm doing what needs to be done. You couldn't even handle Graves," Ghost's voice dripped with disdain, his words aimed at hurting her.

"You're weak, Specter," Ghost further taunted, his words cutting through the air like a knife. "Unable to control your emotions, you're going to kill us all."

The hurt in (y/n)'s eyes transformed into a mixture of pain and anger. His cruel words struck deep, piercing her heart. She had expected Ghost to be distant but never anticipated him to be so intentionally hurtful.

"You think I'm weak? That my emotions make me a liability?" (y/n) retorted, her voice filled with defiance and hurt.

"Your emotions got you used, betrayed, and stranded in a desert. I know you're weak." Ghost taunted, leaning close to (y/n) and locking his intense gaze with hers. (y/n) met his eyes with unwavering defiance, refusing to let his words penetrate her armor, but it was too late. She took a deep breath, gathering her strength before walking out of her room and to the plane.