Betrayal | Ghost x Reader

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After an hour or so of discussing what we knew, going over the finer details and hashing out everything that went wrong, with of course, my fuckup included, we were finally able to get everything out on the table. While I was off running like a dumb ass, Soap and Alejandro found Hassan's things inside of a building, but he had already fled long before we got there. So, at least that wasn't an issue caused by me. Alejandro and Rodolfo assumed that Hassan would still be nearby, lurking around and wrecking more havoc on Las Almas.

A part of me wish Hassan went off the grid, hidden from us and the world, leaving his AQ soldiers behind. But that wasn't like him, I knew for a fact he was out there plotting his next moves. The dream having the burden of Hassan being ridden from our lives quickly crashed and burned when Graves radioed Ghost. "This is Shadow 1, be advised we got a possible hit on Hassan, two klicks North of your position," his stupid Southern accent screamed through the comms. Speaking of which, I still didn't have mine anymore. Honestly, if having no comms meant I didn't have to hear Graves shouting in my ear every second or so, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Alejandro nodded toward Ghost, "That's cartel land. They have a compound there," he quickly added on, grabbing his rifle off the table and slinging it over his shoulder. Ghost stood up from his non-creaking seat and repeated the same process, shoving a new clip in his gun before letting it fall against his back. His eyes fell on me for a moment as he fished through the pocket attached to his vest, pulling out a scuffed up black earpiece. Making his way over to me, he held it out, "These don't break," he grumbled, shoving it into the palm of my hand. How embarrassing is that? It was obvious by the marking of my boots that I tried to smash it up, and here it was, in my palm, unbroken.

"Oh..." I mumbled, looking up at Ghost before shoving it back in my ear. Guess I will be getting my eardrums blown out by Graves. Alejandro glanced over at Rodolfo, eyeing him up and down, "Rudy, you stay here, keep Los Vaqueros on their toes," he ordered, giving him a slight nod afterward. Rodolfo looked almost relieved as he fist bumped Alejandro, "Of course," he grinned, looking between all of us collectively before walking out of the door, "Good luck brothers and sister," he stated before exiting. Alejandro left as well with me, Soap, and Ghost following behind him. 

We walked back out of the large building and toward the SUV once again, the seats were still probably infested and soaked with river water. My clothes had dried up by now, but they were crispy in the worst way possible and crinkled. Nobody else seemed to have this problem, rolling my eyes I grumbled curses to myself. After lots of arguing with Soap and many glares shot his way, I ended up in the fucking middle seat once again. This is my life now I guess, confined to the worst seat for the rest of my days. You would think a military vehicle would have better seats, bigger seats, but nope. I'd even go far as saying they're worse than airplane seats which says a lot. 

When we began to drive off, the biggest shock to the system ever reverberated in my ears, temporarily making me go deaf, "You boys... and girl ready to roll up on Hassan with some fire in the sky?" Graves barked, the Southernness of his American accent ringing around my head. I already don't like him. Why the hell did he say "girl" like that. His "soldiers" are just a bunch of PMC's, so he can just go ahead and shut the fuck up. Soap grinned from next to me, glancing over at Alejandro before nodding his head, "Let's wrap the fucker up Graves," he replied back, confidence oozing from his tone. 

My eyebrows furrowed as my gaze darted up to the empty fucking seat next to Alejandro, "Wait, what," I scoffed out, glaring over at Soap, "You couldn't have sat in the fucking front?" I muttered, glaring at him harshly with my lips pulled to the side. With a smirk he looked down at me and shrugged, "You could've always sat up there," he responded, amusement dancing in his eyes. A smile tugged on my lips as I looked up at Alejandro, seconds away from asking if he could just pull over the car real quick. Ghost noticed this and growled to himself, "Don't even think about it," he grumbled in my ear. After shooting him my meanest stare, I sat back in my seat with a huff, crossing my arms over my chest.