Something Better (Ghost x Reader x Soap)

Apart of the Team

You sit on the couch in the break room of the base, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, bored out of your ever loving mind.

You had been working non-stop the past week, planning, gathering intel, reading debriefs, writing reports, you name it you were doing it. Unfortunately for you, Laswell had taken notice of your workaholic attitude. Why were you working so hard? Well, your nightmares had begun to come back, along with memories you didn't want to deal with. So, you kept every second of your day occupied, making sure you would collapse into bed at night exhausted. It's like they say, an idle mind is the devil's workshop.

Laswell gently reminded you that you needed to take a break. When you refused, she all but threw your ass out of the intel room, relieving you of your duties for the weekend.

"You can come back Monday at 8. Until then, I better not see your ass in here, understand L/N?" She said, a slight glare in her eyes. You reluctantly agreed. What else could you do?

At first, you tried to work out at the gym. But you felt the eyes of the soldiers on the base burning into the back of your head as you limped over to one of the machines. You quickly decided to do something else. Then you tried to read, but 1. You had no interesting books, and 2. It didn't stop your thoughts from overwhelming the words you tried to read. Then, you tried to write something, a hobby your nurse from the hospital suggested you pick up. But, once again, it didn't stop your thoughts from surging up like a storm.

So here you were, sitting on this old couch, going insane with boredom.

You groaned and leaned your head back. Your phone wasn't helping much. You could feel the memories begin to claw their way to the front of your mind.

"Oh, Hey there, L/N! Good te see ye!" You heard a voice say. Your head snaps upwards and you look to the entrance of the break room. Soap was standing there, giving you a grin. He was dressed casually, in a black t-shirt and jeans. Right, You thought. The General gave the team the week off.

"Oh, Sergeant. Nice to see you too." You say, returning the smile.

He waved a hand. "Ach, told ye ta call me Soap, L/N." He walks over to you and sits at the opposite end of the couch, giving you plenty of space. "What're ye doin' here? Thought ye never stopped workin'." That earned him a dry chuckle.

Soap had seen you around the base the past few days, but all you could spare him was a smile and a wave. You never had the time to talk.

"Ahh, Laswell's relieved me of my duties for the weekend. She's making me take a break." You say, going back to mindlessly scrolling through your phone.

Soap lets out a sound of acknowledgement and sits there, observing you. You don't notice it, as you're preoccupied with your phone. He notices your tired expression, how you were fidgeting with the edge of your coat. You were unknowingly bouncing your leg as well. You were antsy, anxious, and trying to distract yourself from something. Soap thinks for a moment.

"...Ye know, me an' the others are goin' to the bar tonite. Ye should join us! It'd give ye somethin' ta do, aye?" He said hopefully, scratching the back of his neck. You turned and looked at him.

You thought for a moment. You didn't really know the team all that well. You had only really spoken to them during the first mission, along with the occasionally passing 'hello'. You weren't sure if you wanted to get to know them better. You weren't too fond of getting to know anyone nowadays. You've spent enough time with other task forces to get an idea of what people thought of you. They'd just pity you. You opened your mouth to politely decline, but then you saw Soap's hopeful eyes.