Friendly Fire (fem Y/N)

Chapter 4: Sleepover

   "No thunder, we should be good to set up a tent," you called out to Ghost over the loud rainfall drumming the earth. Ghost squinted his eyes as water poured down his face. In a swift movement, he pulled his balaclava up to right above his nose. His jawline was strong, sprinkled with blond stubble, with thin, carved lips. A single scar drew across them, though the details of his face were hard to decipher considering the water flooding down his skin.

   "Got a problem?" Ghost sneered, noticing you studying his face. You felt a rush of annoyance at the snarky comment. He's acting like you've ever seen more of his face than just his eyes before. You huffed indignantly.

   "Not used to seeing you without the mask. You should keep it on more," you responded snarkily. Ghost rolled his eyes.

   "A wet mask is as good as being waterboarded," he replied coldly, digging through the heavy pack you managed to grab off the chopper before the explosion. He fished out a small, folded tent. He popped it up quickly, wasting no time crawling inside. You followed shortly behind him.

   The tent you'd brought was for one person, and since it was designed to be carried on the move, it was about as tall as a crawlspace and as wide as a queen bed. You settled beside Ghost, your shoulder just brushing his. You were relieved to be in shelter, but the loud drumming of the rain on the tent was enough to cause a headache.

   You pulled the pack inside the tent. It hardly fit, but it fit nonetheless. You fished through it for a moment before pulling out a pair of earplugs, the foam ones that expand in your ear. They were made for a prolonged time around louder guns, like LMGs, but it would do for now. You were about to place them in your ears when Ghost's gruff voice mumbled. "We'll be up at sunrise. We don't have a choice but to walk on foot to the base. It's directly northeast of our location." He tossed a compass at you, which bounced off your head.

   "Ow," you groaned, snatching up the compass. You glanced at it for a moment, before sighing and placing it beside you. You put in the earbuds and rolled onto your side, facing the wall of the tent. You felt cramped, but the warmth of Ghost's body provided a bit of comfort to the freezing air. You very much did not like Ghost, however, so his body heat did not mean much. You kept as much distance as you could (about a foot) between the two of you. And Ghost did the same.

   You tried to get comfortable, which was difficult considering you were soaking wet and freezing, and the ground beneath you felt squishy and cold. After a couple of minutes, you heard Ghost's loud snoring begin to fill the tent along with the constant thuds of heavy raindrops hitting the tent. You curled into a ball, trying to warm up. 

   Sleep did not come easy, but it did arrive eventually. You woke to sunlight spilling into the tent. You turned to your side, to see Ghost was gone. You peeked out the entrance of the tent and noticed he was completely gone, a small note resting outside, reading "Gone looking for dry firewood. Stay at the tent." The writing was chicken-scratched and hardly legible; definitely Ghost's. You let out a heavy sigh and returned to the tent. You pulled out your pack, fishing around for any dry clothes. The tent seemed to have taken up the majority of space, the only remaining space occupied by a singular MRE and some flint and steel. 

   This was very unfortunate, considering your clothes were still soaked from the night before. You placed your hand on the holster around your leg- relief shot through you as you felt your pistol. You looked to the distance at the crashed helicopter about half a mile from the tent. Should you check for any surviving supplies, or stay put? You debated this in your head for a couple moments but remembered Ghost's orders. You thought it over and decided to ignore his demand and go looking for anything that could possibly help you.

   You made your way to the helicopter, wet ground squishing unpleasantly under your feet. The clothes clung to your skin, sending shivers up and down your spine as you wrapped your arms around yourself. Your only form of communication with Price was now your smartphone, which had gotten so soaked it wouldn't click on. You and Ghost were in a bad situation. As you continued to go over your options, you reached the helicopter. You were snapped out of your thoughts as you glanced at the trashed metal, honing in on finding any supplies. You cautiously moved around the debris, finding a couple burnt-up MREs and melted water bottles. You felt your heart leap as you spotted an untouched first aid kit, but you sank down when you realized neither you nor Ghost really needed medical attention, minus the gash on your forehead. Couldn't hurt anyways, right? You picked up the kit, eyes running over the debris in search of more supplies.