Civilian | GHOST X FEM!READER

18 | The Truth Sets You Free.. Right?

(Word Count: 1130)

A/n: I totally didn't take 2 months to finish this chapter. Not at all. Pssssh. You're crazy. Anyways, hope you enjoy. It's mediocre.

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I spent the rest of my night trying to forget the face of that man. But everytime I closed my eyes I saw him.. his tall dark figure looking down onto me. I could feel his harsh grip against my arm again, I could feel the predatory look he'd had in his eyes that night.

Ghost stayed with me for a few hours before he was called away to do something. I decided I no longer wanted to sit here, thinking about that night. I slipped my legs from off the couch and stood up, walking towards the door. I grabbed my jacket and slipped it over my shoulders before I headed outside into the crisp air.

It had been snowing all day, the ground covered with a blanket of sparkling white. Walking through the snow, I heard a crunch with each step. As I made my way towards the tree line, I held my hand against my hip. I kept checking to be sure my knife was there, like I was expecting it to just disappear from my belt. Once I was deep enough into the trees, I slid my knife from the sheath and examined the blade.

I pressed the tip of my finger against the point of the blade, watching my skin concave around it. Soon, a small drop of blood pooled at the top of my knife, my cue to pull it away. I watched the blood trickle down my finger before rubbing my two fingers together, and then wiping the blood off onto my jeans. Holding my knife in a readied position, I began to practice knife tricks. I threw the knife up, flipping it in the air, and catching it. With the same momentum, I slashed in front of my body. I heard a woosh as my blade drove through the air

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I'm not sure how long I was out there, but night had fallen by the time I realized how cold I'd gotten. As I walked through the door, I felt an uncomfortable feeling wash over the room. I looked towards the kitchen, where Soap and Gaz were making dinner for the group. We'd established a system, well more like I had established a system. For as long as we were here; Soap and Gaz and I would alternate making dinner, often times doing so in a small group to make things faster. Ghost was in charge of cleaning up the kitchen and dishes, seeing as though the man refused to cook, and I took care of keeping the house maintained, and presentable.

But today was different. Ghost stood in the corner of the kitchen, arms crossed, speaking in a hushed voice. My brows furrowed, walking towards them with a look of uncertainty.

"Hey guys..?" I questioned, stopping at the island counter, resting my hands against the countertop. Ghost cleared his throat and looked at me with a look, like he'd just been caught in the act of something. He took a step towards me, which resulted in me stepping back.

"Y/n.." His voice was low. "We have.. news."

"What kind of news?" I asked quietly, my eyes traveling to each face in the room. Soap spoke up now, he looked concerned.

"The prisoner he.. well he killed himself while you were out." His voice seemed rushed. I raised my eyebrow.

"Now how did he manage to do that?" I scoffed, leaning against the counter again.

"We think that last night.. while we were all asleep that he'd managed to mess with the shelves until one of the glass bottles fell." He explained. "Gaz went to check this morning and there was a spill, he cleaned up the glass."

"But I must've missed a piece.. about an hour ago we found him with his wrists slashed and the shard of glass in his hand." Gaz spoke up, setting down his spatula. I raised both eyebrows in surprise.

"I found him." Ghost looked at me, his eyes narrowed. "And.. y'know. He mentioned something quite interesting about you." He scoffed, revealing the file he'd been standing in front of, laid on the counter. He picked it up, and threw it down in front of me.

"So I did some digging." His voice sent a chill down my spine as I slid the file towards me, flipping open the folder. Immediately my eyes fell on the big red letters labeling the file CLASSIFIED.

Then.. my eyes fell to a photo of me.. from before I'd worked the office job. Back when I was in basics.

"I don't..? What is this?" I asked, my jaw clenched. I heard Ghost scoff, and Soap clear his throat. Gaz had decided he didn't want any part of what was coming next, and exited the room.

"Does the organization Misthios mean anything to you, Y/n?" Soap said, his tone dropping. He and Ghost exchanged a look. My blood ran cold, and my ears began to ring. I looked down to the file, clenching my jaw.

"Guys.. I-"

"Save it." Ghost said coldly, grabbing the file. "I've already read it all. 25 confirmed kills in 5 years, trained in 3 forms of martial arts, as well as being one hell of a sure shot." He scoffed, passing the file to Soap.

"Ghost.. I'm not.. I didn't." I looked away, shaking my head. I didn't know what to say. I did hide that part of me, I'd had Price leave that chunk out of the file the rest of the team had seen.

"A hired gun, Y/n? Really? You were a fucking mercenary? Killing to get paid?" Ghost voice began to raise, this felt more personal than before.

"Ghost stop it." I spoke up, trying to diffuse the tension. "Please, just let me-"

"Explain?" He cut me off. "You want to keep lying to us? To me!" So that's what this is about. I clenched my fists at my side, trying to not blow up on him like he was doing to me.

"Go ahead! Cats out of the bag anyways? What's stopping you from laying out more lies to cover your tracks?" Even Soap realized this was more than me being a mercenary before all this, he quickly excused himself.

"I didn't have a choice!" I yelled, slamming my hand down onto the counter in frustration. "I never had a fucking choice! It was kill or be killed! I did what I had to do!" I gave Ghost one more look of hurt before taking off to my room, running up the stairs like my life depended on it. Once inside, I slammed my bedroom door behind me, making the paintings on the wall rattle. Not that I cared, they weren't even mine.

I knew I should've killed that guy.