Avoidance || Ghost/Soap x reader mini fic

Part. 9

You could feel the color of your skin fade away when the pit in your stomach grew bigger. You couldn't believe the words that slipped out Soap's mouth.

"Johnny? What the fuck are you talking about?" You suddenly spewed out just as Graves was about to part his lips to interject. Your brows were furrowed, and your mouth was still slightly agape. You were trying everything in your power to try and piece it together. Why would he do it? What did he think Graves was going to talk about?

"If you'd just let me explain-" Soap tried to reason taking a step forward towards you but Ghost quickly took a neighboring step closer to you but not enough to intervene with Soap. He knew his boundaries around you but was now beyond hesitant with his trust for Soap in that very moment.

"You don't get to explain bloody shit to her—" Ghost started but Soap cut him off rather quickly, his tone sounding revolted.

"And YOU don't get to tell me jack shit, Simon. You are just as much as a piece of shit as I look like right now." Soap barked back, snapping his head from Simon to avert his attention towards you.

"Well ain't this a jolly shit show." Graves chimed in, letting a chuckle escape his stupid lips.

"You shut the fuck up." Soap shot back which caused Graves to throw his hands up in surrender to shut his mouth, bringing them to hold onto his vest while he walked in circles.

"Did you forget how pale you became when Price said this son of a bitch was alive and breathing the same air you did. How fucked up you were for the rest of the day? Are we just ignoring that?" You scoffed in disbelief. "How are you willingly going to talk to him?"

"Please just let me explain." Soap pleaded taking another step closer in which you took another step backwards keeping the distance between the two of you.

"Alright sweetheart, you wanna know why I reached out to him huh? Well unfortunately we have a similar threat and although it makes my nuts burn to join up with y'all, my shadows and I cannot go at this alone." Graves spoke, approaching the three of you, a smug look on his face.

"So you reached out and asked to talk civilly? After you tried to get him killed on numerous occasions?"

"In which I apologized for-"

"And that's supposed to just magically make all that go away?"

"What? N-"

"Get the fuck out of here, we don't want to work with you. Over my dead body." You spat.

"No, wait now come on please" Soap interjected, stepping into your view to break your angered gaze from Graves. "I know this looks wrong, okay? But you need to just trust me on this. Please?"

"I'm trying to, Soap. I really fucking am but I just— what the fuck?" You answered him, the exhale that followed suit was evidently shaken.

"Does Price know of this?" Ghost finally chimed in after a good while of listening in.

"No he doesn't." Soap responded without a second glance towards his direction, keeping his eyes on you.

"Well ain't that peachy" Ghost scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"So are we gonna wrap this pity party up soon or what?" Graves asked, involving himself once more but this time a more irritated tone.

"If you don't shut your stupid fucking mouth, i will gut you from the inside out." You hissed, pushing your way past Soap and basically lunging yourself towards Graves but Ghost quickly grabbed your arm. "Simon, Don't." You warned him, whipping your body around to yank your arm from his grasp.

It wasn't until the three of you heard a small yet loud metallic click echo near all three of your ears.