Specter's Redemption |Ghost x Reader|

Her Orders

The atmosphere inside the plane grew increasingly tense as the engines hummed in the background. (Y/n)'s eyes, dark and brooding, seemed to carry a weight of their own, reflecting the battles fought and scars endured. Gaz's gaze fell upon her uncovered eye, the scars tracing a jagged path over her once vibrant and captivating gaze. A shiver coursed through his spine, a sudden realization of how intimidating and hauntingly powerful she appeared, especially in her current state.

Silence enveloped the cabin as (y/n) remained fixated on the wall ahead, her focus on sharpening her knives with methodical precision. The metallic scrape of the blade against the whetstone filled the air, a chilling accompaniment to the palpable tension surrounding her. It was as if honing her weapons mirrored her inner turmoil, the relentless pursuit of perfection amidst the chaos that consumed her.

Amidst the somber atmosphere, Price took a deep breath, his voice steady as he attempted to shift the focus to the mission that awaited them in Urzikstan. He began to brief Gaz and (y/n), outlining their objectives and the importance of their rendezvous with Farah and her forces. The mention of Alex's involvement caused (y/n) to briefly halt her knife-sharpening ritual, her grip tightening around the blade as her mind involuntarily conjured memories of her brother.

She knew that Alex would be disappointed to witness her current state. The weight of her own pain overshadowed any concern for his judgment. She had drifted into a realm of darkness, where vulnerability and emotional turmoil gnawed at the frayed edges of her being. The thought of disappointing Alex served as bittersweet.

Sensing the need to address the underlying tension, Gaz turned his gaze towards (y/n). "Hey, (y/n)," he began cautiously, his voice filled with genuine concern. "You've been quiet. Is everything alright?"

The question hung in the air momentarily, and (y/n)'s eyes snapped towards Gaz, brimming with frustration and anger. Her response was sharp and laced with aggression, mirroring the demeanor of Ghost that she had adopted, "I'm fine, Sergeant."

Gaz felt a pang of regret as (y/n)'s response lashed out, her words reminding him of the distance that had inadvertently formed between them. He understood that her sharpness was a shield, a defense mechanism she had adopted to navigate her inner battles. He silently withdrew, giving her the space she seemed to crave, knowing that sometimes the wounds ran too deep for immediate healing.

The silence that enveloped the plane only amplified the weight of (y/n)'s introspection. She remained wide awake, refusing to succumb to the beckoning embrace of sleep.

As the plane soared through the night sky, (y/n) allowed the weight of her past to dissipate, replaced by a newfound sense of purpose and determination.

Price's call had been deliberate. He had reached out to (y/n) for a reason she couldn't ignore.

Ghost had pushed her away, urging them to maintain their distance. Though undeniable and powerful, their connection could not take precedence over the greater cause they fought for. (y/n) had a different set of orders, ones that she could not lose sight of.

This was not the moment for romantic entanglements or the pursuit of personal gratification. Lives hung in the balance, and (y/n) had a duty to fulfill. The memories of Ghost's touch, his words, and the shared moments they had experienced would be relegated to a distant place within her heart, temporarily locked away to be revisited at a time when the world was less uncertain.