Betrayal | Ghost x Reader

One on One

Word count: 4k

Gaz scoffs, glaring at me from the left side of Price, "she's not one of us," he bitterly snarled, with a profound tone of animosity in his voice. There was a look of pure hatred in his eyes, his facial expressions were hardened, with furrowed eyebrows and a clenched jaw. My eyes shifted from the Captain, and fixated on Gaz, narrowing my eyelids down at him. He was pissing me the hell off. 

Price sighed, there was a small look of annoyance spread across his features as he pursed his lips into a thin tight line, he clearly didn't like people questioning his authority, or snide and unnecessary comments. "Maybe not yet," he quickly added, "she will of course need to prove herself first." I decided to just keep my mouth shut, I wouldn't be able to control my words if I dared to speak.

The Captain walked toward my direction before standing behind me, he pulled a knife from his thigh holster and carefully cut the zip ties binding my wrists behind my back, the sound of the plastic being sliced into 2 pieces was like music to my ears. As my wrists were released I flexed them, relieved to have the restraints removed after being bound for what felt like an eternity. 

I brought my wrists into my eye line and examined them. They were swollen, black and blue bruises littered where the zip ties had been placed, and there was an indent of where they once were, with speckles of blood in the small valley's. "Thank you," I muttered to Price as I used one of my hands to massage a wrist, repeating the same motion to the other one. 

Price didn't say anything in return, he faced the group once more after stepping to the right side of me. I focused my attention on him and I positioned my body to face him, still mindlessly massaging my wrists. I could see Gaz still glaring at me in my peripherals before Price cleared his throat, and he moved his gaze over to him. 

"Ghost and Soap, you will be heading to Las Almas where you both will link up with Mexican Special Forces," he paused for a moment before continuing, glancing over at me for a second, "Y/n will be joining you, if her intel his correct, she will aid in the capture of Hassan for an interrogation." I looked over at Soap, his face remained stoic, but his eyes spoke a thousand words, I could tell he wasn't happy about the fact I was joining him and Ghost.

"Yes sir," was all Soap managed to say, it was clear he wanted to protest, but he knew better than to talk back. I could feel Ghost's eyes on me, it took everything in my being not to look at him, I wasn't in the mood to meet his piercing gaze. Price looked over at Ghost, who finally brought his attention away from me. He gave a slight nod at the Captain, and relaxed further back into his seat. "Graves and his shadow company PMC's will assist in Las Almas," he continued, "you three leave in a couple of days," he looked at each of us individually, before letting his gaze rest on Ghost, "Ghost, you will take Y/n out training before then, help her improve where she's lacking."

He let out a low grumble, muttering something inaudible to himself before nodding, "might need more than a couple days," he scoffed as he looked me up and down, turning away afterwards. 

I shot him a dirty look, my lips curled into a snarl, "if anyone needs training, it's you and your fucking attitude," I growled. He turned to face me again and narrowed his eyes, "watch your bloody mouth," he sneered. My jaw tightened as I clenched and unclenched my fists. It was taking all my will power not to show him just how much of a psycho bitch I was. 

"That's enough," Price warned, looking between the both of us. "You all are dismissed, Y/n hang back."

Gaz dryly chucked, "good bloody luck," he muttered as he stood up and left the room, giving a slight nod to Price as he exited. Soap followed, making his way to the door, shooting me deadly stares the entire time before he moved out of view. Ghost silently trailed behind them, making his way through the doorframe and leaving it cracked open behind him, not bothering to look at me once, still grumbling words I couldn't decipher. The sound of their heavy boots walking away slowly faded into silence, alongside Soap and Gaz's hushed chatter. My blood was boiling.