Ménage à trois | Ghost x König x FemReader

Chapter 1

"You need to keep going. I'm sorry I won't be there to see it, but you can't give up on everything you've worked so hard for."

Tears start to roll down my face, as I'm now seeing him come to terms with the end of it all.

"But I won't have anyone, how am I supposed to..." I trail off not knowing what to say, looking into his tired, drained eyes, "I need you."

"You'll always have me Y/N ." He says as he reaches for the gold pendant necklace he gave me to remember him by, "I'll always be right here my child."

I try to calm my breathing, but the reality of it all won't let me. He opens his arms and I collapse into his chest, squeezing my arms around him without hurting him anymore then he already is. I hear his slow, weak heartbeat against my head as I start to feel his grip loosen--

I'm startled by the sudden knock at the door, as I stop hitting the punching bag.

"Shepard wants to see you in his office," a tall man says. I recognize him to be one of my fellow task members.

"Thanks," I say as I start to level my breathing, remembering where I am.

He walks away from the door and down the hallway away from my view. I take off the wraps around my hands, twirling the necklace my dad gave me in my hands to help my breathing. I look down to see my bloodied knuckles, not realizing I had gone that hard on the bag.

I walk over to the showers connected to the gym as I take a quick shower, washing all the blood and sweat off me. As I get out of the shower, I'm greeted in the mirror by my reflection staring back at me. I look down to see my body riddled in scars from over the years and take a deep breath. I dismiss my thoughts as I get dressed to meet with Shepard. I pull on my black cargo pants and my tight fitting grey shirt, pulling my long dirty blonde hair back into a slick lower bun.

As I approach Shepard's door, I give it a firm knock, with him calling me in.

"You called for me?" I ask as I step in and close the door behind me. He gestures for me to sit in the chair in front of his desk.

"Y/N, come on in" Shepard says as he adjusts himself on his chair.

I wince internally as I hear him call my name. He knows why I go under my code name Stinger, but still insists calling my by my name in private. I haven't argued with it, just as long as no one else hears it from him.

As I sit I notice my file pulled up on his desk.

"You remember Captain Price, correct?" he asks.

"Yes sir. Is he coming to assist us in another mission? It's been years since I've seen him." You say curiously.

"Actually no, he's made a special request for you to join his task force. Task force 141."

I wasn't sure how to respond. I've known Price for years, but why all of a sudden would he ask for me to be added to his task force?

Shepard sees my confused look and continues, "I've approved your transfer. You'll ship out tomorrow."

"Wait, how long have you known about this Captain? Just like that I'm shipped off? What about the rest of the team?" I say slightly frustrated that this was kept from me and I'm now leaving everything behind for a group I didn't even know, aside from Price.

"Price only reached out to me recently sergeant. Him and his team need help on their mission to put a stop to Vladimir Makarov. He's the leader of an Ultranationalist terrorist cell known as the Inner Circle, who just last week was responsible for the terrorist attack in Moscow after they threatened the removal of the Inner Circle in Russia. Price told me you were the first person that came to his mind with your experience in hand to hand combat and ability to distract your enemies. Not to mention the case from Iraq last year." He says looking at me.

I take a deep breath, pushing the memories from last year out of my mind. I didn't need to be thinking about Iraq, not now.

"I've heard of Makarov, have they gained new intel?"

Shepard responds as he adjusts in his chair again, "Possibly. They found one of his men, but he shot himself before the task force could apprehend him, but that could mean that Makarov is nearby, they just don't know where." He says as he takes a deep breath, "the task force is currently situated in London, you'll be flying out at 18:00 tomorrow morning. You'll do great." He says with a reassuring smile.

Still kind of shocked from the new information, I respond sheepishly, "Thank you sir."

He dismisses me and I walk out of his office, toward my room.

I look around my room seeing how much I have to pack before tomorrow. It'll be nice to see Price after all these years, I just hope the rest of his team is as welcoming.