Soap's Sister (Ghost love story)

Anger, confusion, and more anger

I slept for most of the ride home. When we landed I stirred and I felt someone gently tap me

'Little pea, we are here. Let's get you to medical' I opened my eyes and saw Soap in front of me. My arm was hurting bad, it was the first thing I had noticed when I woke up. Reluctantly I stood up and followed him absentmindedly. Following him down the hall, my brain still not computing properly.

'Paige Mactavish. Shot in the upper left arm. She patched it up on the way home. Bullet is out.' I heard Soap say. They took me in the back room, the medic took a look at it. It only needed a couple of stitches. They numbed the area and stitched it up gave me pain meds which helped the pain. I had to come back in next week so they could check on the healing process. Soap had gone by this time so I headed back to my dorm. I took off my gear and stepped into the shower welcoming the warmth on my body. I was sore. I washed myself head to toe the best of my abilities with my arm. I had taken off the bandage to stop it from getting wet. I washed my hair with one hand as it hurt to raise my other arm. I finally felt clean enough to get out and get into comfortable clothes. I brushed my hair, and left it to air dry knowing it would dry frizzy and messy but I was so exhausted I didn't care. I drifted off into a deep sleep before I knew it.

Ghost's POV

Soap had taken Paige off to the medical wing and I went to the interrogation rooms to find Price or Gaz. I saw Price pacing up and down the hall way.

'Captain' I nodded towards him. 'Anything on the target?'

'She isn't speaking. Not even looking in our eyes. Makarov has trained her well.' Price said shaking his head. Just then we heard the door open and Soap walked in.

'How is she?' Price asked Soap.

'She will be fine by the looks of it just a couple of stitches' I filled Soap in on what Price had told me. We walked down to the holding cell she was in. Her head was down as she sat in the room with handcuffs on. She raised her head slowly making eye contact with us and smirked when she saw Soap.

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He took a step back with an expression I could not read. He then suddenly took off down the hall. Running to the dorms. Price and I shared confused looks as we took off after him. He stopped in front of Paige's room. Soap started banging on her door shouting for her to open up and eventually a very confused Paige had emerged. Her hair was a mess showing she had obviously been asleep. She wore shorts, socks and a baggy shirt. A look that suited her well.

'What?' She questioned Soap. He made eye contact with her. Me and Price still none the wiser about what was happening.

'Amelia Johnson.' He said matter of factly.

'What about her Soap. Don't be a dick.' I saw as it obviously hit a soft spot in her heart.

'It's her. She is in the interrogation room.'

'Soap what the fuck are you on about. What kind of sick joke is this?' Her voice growing louder with each syllable. 'She is dead. I carried her. I went to her funeral' She looked at me and Price for answers but we just shrugged our shoulders.

'Bunny.' Soap said with all seriousness. I watched as her face dropped. A wave of shock, anger, confusion, betrayal and fear every human emotion running over her face. She took off. Running not caring how she looked and that it was inappropriate to wear that outfit around the base. We followed. Yet more fucking running and I still have no idea what was going on. She stood in front of the targets room. Looking her not blinking. Her eyes showed her breaking inside.

'What the fuck.' She broke the silence and the target raised her head.

'I was wondering when you would find me. Hello Paige.' The target said smiling at her. Not a greeting one though. It was sadistic.

'You died.'

'Well actually I didn't. As I am here.' The target laughed. Paige turned to me and Price. A look in her eyes that I couldn't place.

'Part of my team. Killed in action. My best friend.' She paused looking back. 'Amelia Johnson.'

My eyes flicking between Paige and the target making the connection from what Paige had told me a while ago. Paige turned back to Amelia.

'YOU DIED. I CRIED AT YOUR FUNERAL. I WAS THERE!' Paige suddenly shouted.

'Well I suppose you did do that. Here I am though. Come on Paige don't be mad. My old friend. My best friend' when Amelia said that I saw Paige take a step back her face showing her obvious heartbreak.

'Fuck off with that. You are with Makarov. You stopped being my friend the moment I saw you. You are nothing.' With that Paige walked out. Price and I went to follow her but Soap stopped us and just looked at us before he pulled us into a private room.

'Care to explain what is going on Soap' Price said sitting down.

'Amelia Johnson. Paige and her were each others family when Paige was with her old squad. They were practically glued at the hip. On a mission Amelia was killed. It broke Paige for a long time. She nearly quit the force.' Soap paused. 'I knew it was Amelia the moment I laid eyes on her. Amelia obviously faked her death for some unknown reason and joined Makarov'

'And what did you mean by bunny?' Price pressed on.

'That's just something me and Paige say to each other to show we are serious about something which is why Paige suddenly believed me.'

'Obviously it is too soon but this could be good for us. Paige has connections to her.' I spoke up Price stopped me before I could carry on.

'Ghost for once stop thinking about the 141 and think about how serious of a situation this is. How dangerous this is. Paige looked like she was a ticking time bomb just now. Can you try and find some sort of empathy.' Price and Soap walked out leaving me to think. I knew it was selfish and it wasn't the right time to bring it up but I knew I was right. I left the room and went to find Paige.

Authors Note:

Oooo a twist. Hopefully you guys enjoyed this. I know the story seems fast paced don't worry about that as I have plans ;)

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