Survivor | S. Ghost Riley

Ghost team

The sound of murmured voices slowly stirred me from my sleep. I heard a deep voice hush them quietly from beside me, in my tired half asleep state I didn't realise just how close his voice sounded. I cracked my eyes open to see that it was still nighttime and we were still driving. As I started to gain consciousness again, I realised that my head was resting on something hard.

I looked over and realised that I had been resting my head on Ghost's shoulder while I was asleep. My cheek was pushed up against his tactical vest and his entire body was tense. He had his gaze fixed solely on the window in front of him as he stayed as still as humanly possible. Out of fear of making him uncomfortable, I quickly raised my head and sat up slightly, trying to give him some room.

"I'm so sorry." I said to him. Once the words left my mouth, a loud snort came from my brother Johnny. I glanced over at him with a hard glare only to see that Captain Price was also trying to cover up his own laugh.

"Don't worry about it." Ghost said in a surprisingly quiet voice

"Did you sleep well, moony?" Johnny asked me with a mocking tone

"Don't make me come over there, soap." I stated firmly

"Oh, nickname usage, I'm really in trouble now." Johnny snickered. I slid down my chair and kicked his boot as hard as I could.

"Hey!" He called out in annoyance while moving his feet out of my reach

"Don't make me turn this car around!" Gaz called from the driver's seat

"Sorry mum." Johnny said with a roll of his eyes. I couldn't help but laugh slightly at his joke, even though I was still mad at him.

I absentmindedly crossed my arms over my chest, but felt confusion wash over me immediately when I felt something on my upper arm. The sleeve of my shirt felt hardened compared to the rest of it. I looked down with furrowed brows only to see what looked like dried blood. At first, I worried that it was mine, considering that it was the same arm I had been shot in before, but I felt around for any other injuries and couldn't feel anything.

I went to roll up my sleeve to check my wound when my eyes spotted something on Ghost's arm. There was dried blood on the sleeve of his shirt as well. Upon further inspection there appeared to be a hole in the sleeve of his jacket.

"Ghost, were you shot?" I asked as I glanced between his arm and his masked face

Ghost stayed silent for a moment before he spoke up hesitantly. "It's just a graze. I'm fine."

"You let me lean on a bullet wound. You should have said something." I argued worriedly

"It didn't hurt, it's alright." Ghost tried to brush me off again.

I sighed and looked at Johnny and Price, hoping for some backup from them. Maybe he would listen to his teammates. Price pulled something out of his pack and wordlessly tossed it in my direction. I caught it and looked down at the smaller bag, it appeared to be a medkit.

"C'mon, Price. I'm fine." Ghost grumbled at his Captain

"Better safe than sorry, mate." Price shrugged

I unzipped the first aid kit and looked through it, grabbing the supplies that I might need. I picked up an antiseptic wipe first and looked up at Ghost. He was staring at me with a blank look in his eyes as I held the pack.

"Ghost." I stated firmly, gesturing to his wound with my hand.

The man signed and unzipped his jacket. He pulled it down just enough for me to gain access to the wound. Luckily it didn't look too bad, but it was red and irritated from his clothing and possibly me. The thought made me frown slightly as I began to clean the wound of any blood and dirt. Ghost didn't even flinch as I gently worked on his arm.