Ghost x Male!Reader!

Ghost x Male!Reader Part 3!

WARNINGS: It's Call of Duty, it's literally the military. That's all.

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Price had a map up on the board, explaining where everyone will be and what everyones instructions were.

On the helicopter ride to France, Ghost sat across from Wrath. He couldn't help but stare at the boy. His leg bouncing up and down. His neck gaiter hanging loosely around his neck as of right now. Wrath was looking at the floor of the heli. Ghost could tell the boy was anxious.

They all got to the base in a small town neighboring Marseille. They all went to the tents. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Wrath sharing a tent.

It was late in the night. All were jet lagged and Price told them all to get some shut eye for the mission.

Soap and Gaz flopped on their makeshift cots and fell asleep right away. Ghost was laying in his, looking at the ceiling of the tent. It had never been easy to sleep. He found himself looking over at the boy on the other side of the tent and saw he was also awake, staring at the ceiling as well.

"You should sleep. Got a big day tomorrow." Ghost said. He wasn't worried about waking the other two, they were heavy sleepers.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping yourself?" Wrath asked, looking over at the skull masked man.

"Being in this profession for so long makes it hard to sleep without being on edge."

Wrath huffed a laugh. "Tell me about it."

"Your nervous. Arent you?" Ghost asked.

"Is it that easy to notice?"

"For me."

Wrath looked at the ceiling for a long time. "Me and Jack have a history. An ugly history. I just want him gone."

Ghost understood it. He'd been through a rough time himself. They didn't know what they were all getting into, but with Wrath there, they atleast have an idea. "Get some sleep, it'll be ok."

"Right. Night, lieutenant." Wrath turned to face his back towards Ghost, closing his eyes to get some sleep. Only to have his nightmares start haunting him again.

That day they were all prepared. The soldiers were prepped and ready. Night started to fall on the small town.

Wrath in his usual gear, his neck gaiter over his nose and helmet on helping him blend into the darkness of the night. And M4 rifle slung infront of him.

"Ready?" Price asked him.

"As much as I'll ever be." He replied. Him and Ghost were on one team with a few soldiers. Price and Gaz on another and Soap on another.

The plan was to watch through the scopes till Soaps team cleared the way into the warehouse. Then Wrath and Ghost would go in, looking for any evidence. Price and Gaz would have eyes on them from a building not far away.

"Bravo 0-7, this is Bravo 0-6. How copy?" Prices voice came on the comms.

"We're in position." Ghost said.

"Bravo 7-1, how copy?"

"Ready to roll." Soap said.

"Lets get this done." Price said.

Wrath laid on his stomach on a mountain nearby, looking through the scope. He looked at the entrance of the warehouse. Two soldiers clad in gear and weapons were standing at the entrance. Rifles in hand. He watched Soaps team wipe the two out and stand on guard.