Call of Duty Oneshots by zoa!

Bound - Ghost [N]

New Years Eve was a special time of year for everyone on the task force, it was the time to celebrate a year of victory and helping cleanse the world from all the evil within it one step at a time. Every year, the task force 141 held a party to congratulate each other and get ready to fade into a new year, a new chapter of their lives.

This year, the word got passed around that it was going to be themed. With the theme being "dress as your type".

Your cheeks set alight as Soap told you the theme. You didn't have a type, you had an obsession. With the man called Simon Riley, otherwise known as Ghost. Only Soap, your - and his - best friend, knew about your crush on Ghost, but to dress like your type would mean wearing what he wore.

"What do I do? I can't just rock up in a balaclava and a tracksuit, can I?" you complain to Johnny, pacing around your room as he sat on your bed watching.

"What's stopping you? Use the excuse you like masked men."

Your eyebrows raise. He's right.

"Yeah, that's a good excuse!"

"Or just lie about your type-"

"Thank you Johnny!" you dived to him and hugged him with him chuckling and patting your back. "This is gonna be so fun!"

He laughs and stands, shooing you off of him. You watch him walk to the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Mhm, bye!"

He closes the door and you jump in your bed, covering your face with a pillow and scream into it, kicking your legs from excitement.

You can subtly show your crush for Ghost. And even have an excuse! This was amazing!

You rolled onto your back and shut your eyes smiling, imagining Ghost and you together in bed cuddling, only resulting in you dozing off.

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You adjusted the balaclava on your head and made sure your eyes looked good before putting your hood over your head and zipping up your jacket. A tracksuit paired with a balaclava - sneakily displaying Ghost's loungewear without being obvious - made the perfect look for the party.

Walking out of the door as you heard Soap calling your name down the hall, you sprint and punch him on the back as he stopped to look at your outfit.

You stopped to look at Soap's; baggy trousers and a tight shirt, a low v-neck baby tee somehow wrapping around his body, and a purse.

"Where'd you get that purse from?" you teased.

"You know, I could mistake ya for him...except the height."

A dig in the shoulder is what he received as payback as you giggle slightly.

"Be quiet." a laugh leaves both your lips as you walk to the lounge room where the party was held.

You two were the first there, but Price came shortly after in a rather formal feminine outfit, a blouse and skirt. He took on the role really well, which brought a smile to your face.

"Older lovers, hm?" Soap cooed teasingly to the captain.

"You can't talk, Johnny." the man replied, scoffing at Soap's right fit shirt. A roll from the eyes came as retaliation, but nonetheless had a smile on his lips.

The door opened to reveal Gaz coming in next wearing an oversized hoodie and leggings; a simple outfit for a perfect partner. He shrugged as he came in.

"Honestly, I see cute girls wearing this so yeah..." he states, bringing a laugh out of you.

"Awh, it's alright Gaz." you say with a cheeky grin.