Betrayal | Ghost x Reader

Right or Wrong

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Alejandro looked back at the rest of us, nodding his head, "Let's go! Vamos," he ordered before booking it toward the stairwell, his gun raised to his chest. Soap bent down, slinging his rifle back over his shoulder before latching his hands around Hassan's wrists, hoisting him upwards. Cold sweats began to pour from body, my eyes never leaving my old Major's form, the way his feet could barely keep up with him as Soap pushed him forward before quickly walking down the stairwell. Ghost's eyes studied me, noticing the way my hands trembled around the stock of my rifle as I held it against my chest, how I took a deep shaky breaths before sprinting after Soap and Alejandro. 

Ghost repeated the same process once I was out of his line of sight, racing down the stairs right behind me. My legs carried my body in long, bounding strides as I took a sharp turn directly out of the broken door leading back out into the courtyard, the ground seeming to rush beneath me. My feet worked agilely, stepping in and out of cartel corpses bleeding out on the stony pathway. The exfil vehicle was parked directly in front of us; a large army green SUV with two rows of seats in the back. Rodolfo was perched out of the driver's side window, waving his hands and calling out to us, "Come on, come on!" 

Soap kept his hands tightly gripped against Hassan's lower arms, quickly walking toward the backside of the vehicle with a scowl on his face. Hassan tried to thrash out of the iron vice he was locked in, yelling out angrily beneath the rough fibre of the burlap bag, "I am a Quds Force Major! You have no right-" he was immediately cut off by Soap slamming him up against the back of the SUV, glaring down at him, "Shut the fuck up," he growled in his ear. My eyes widened at the entire interaction, my feet planted firmly into splintered cobblestone beneath my boots. I wouldn't trust myself to even move an inch, feeling like I was moments away from collapsing to the ground.

With Hassan still pressed up against the backside of the vehicle, Soap let go of him with one hand and swung the door open, shoving Hassan into the car. "You will pay dearly for this," Hassan barked, shaking his shoulders and torso in an attempt to break free once again. Soap rolled his eyes as he pushed Hassan's head down and through the threshold into the SUV, throwing him into the very back row of the seats before hopping in behind him. Alejandro grinned at Rodolfo as he opened up the passenger side door, swinging his body inward. "Justo a tiempo hermano (Right on time brother)," Alejandro stated, glancing over at Rodolfo before slamming his door shut. "No iba a dejar tu trasero atrás (Wasn't just gonna leave your ass behind)," Rodolfo replied with a smirk. 

Ghost began to walk to the other side of the vehicle before turning back to look at me, my face still wide-eyed and pale, not having moved an inch since I got there. He quickly stepped over to where I stood, his tall frame looking down at my face with the smallest bit of compassion in his gaze, hiding behind the harshness of it. "Y/n, we have to go," he beckoned, looking me up and down. My horrified stare met Ghost, my mouth opened to protest, but it was too dry to formulate a coherent sentence. He nodded, looking back at the SUV before returning his attention toward me once again. "You don't have to sit in the bloody middle this time," he grumbled, doing his best to change my mood and make me feel a little bit more comfortable.

Tears prickled my eyes as I nodded my head, that was all I could do, my mind was basically a raging war zone, fighting between two different sides in my head. Right and wrong. Ghost's eyes flitted all over me, "Come on, Y/n," he mumbled, hesitantly reaching his hand out to interlock his fingers around my loosely hanging arm. His touch went unnoticed to my nerve endings, I could barely feel--it if at all. His feet began to make his way back to the side of the car, slowly as to not let me stumble under the weight of my shaking legs. Absentmindedly I began to follow him, the world around me nothing more than an abstract haze.