Ms. Wretched ~ CODxFem Reader

~Chapter 10~

"So, what happened today?" Price took a sip of his coffee after the question.

"We got a massage, our nails done, and facials. I got a haircut."

"Very nice. Not what I meant."

"Oh, we were married!" My eyes squinted from under the mask.

"Thatcher." My eyes returned to their original form. 

"What?" Ghost was staring at me, Gaz turned the TV down so he could hear.

"You know what. Why did Soap almost kill a guy?"

"He didn't almost kill him." I sighed and leaned back on a wall. "He's my ex from high school. He was- well I see now, IS still possessive of me. Looking back now, he was an asshole. He always left me to hang out with his friends from the football team and the cheerleader girls without telling me. Actually at one point at the very end of our relationship, he tried to force himself onto me, but I was stronger than him and left him. But anyway, he was at the place today. And he tried to use the same tactic that worked on me years ago. But I've gotten stronger and resisted him."

"That's not what Soap said."

"What did Soap say?" I gave Soap a side eye and he scooted away.

"He said you looked scared because he trapped you in the chair and was towering over you."

"Yes that happened but once Soap saved me, I stood my ground and shoved him out the door. Now I need to practice. We are flying out tomorrow right?"

"Yes, we will be." Price sighed. "Go. Ghost, go with her. You guys have one last day to get this right." I walked to my room with Ghost right behind me. I walked into my room and threw a chair at the wall, shattering it into splintering pieces. Ghost leaned against the doorframe.

"That kind of day, huh?"

"I'll meet you in the Gym."

"Price wants us to stick together for the rest of the time. We can't be seen alone anymore unless it's time for sleep."

"Hell no. A woman needs her peace."

"Don't care."

"You fucking should." I took a deep breath before removing my boots and putting on my heels. I stomped down the hallway into the gym, got out the speaker, and began to prepare for the dance. Ghost walked in, taking off his sweatshirt, and revealing his compression shirt. He joined me and the dance began. We repeated the dace 5 times before we got it right.

"Y/N-"

"Shut up. Again."

"I think-"

"Again." He sighed.

"No. You need to sit your bloody ass down."

"Don't tell me what to fucking do-"

"YOU'RE FUCKING BLEEDING TO FUCK'S SAKE!" He yelled. I looked down and sure enough, I was bleeding. One of the blisters I had popped during one of the dances.

"Fine." I sat down and just breathed, hanging my head. My foot didn't even hurt. In the moment at least.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing Ghost. You aren't a fucking therapist. Leave me alone."

"At least I had the fucking decency to ask." He sat next to me and drank some water, lifting his mask to bare his chin and mouth. We sat in silence, the sound of breathing filling up the room.

"Do you care or are you asking just to ask?"

"Why the fuck would I ask just to ask?" I just sighed.

"Earlier with my ex, when he towered over me, I felt scared. Small. Like I couldn't do anything. Like I was that little girl back in high school. I hate how I had to be saved. Again." 

"Again?"

"Yeah. Once, he had me go to a party and I had to lie to my dad, saying there was an extracurricular for my military class. I went with him and drank—a lot. The world was spinning and he and his buddies tried to take advantage of me. Luckily, I had a true friend a part of his group who got me out in time before anything happened, had me sober up, and went home."

"What happened to him?"

"Fatal car crash."

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"I'm surprised you can feel emotion." He did a small chuckle, his voice carrying through the air.

"I get that a lot."

"Good to know there is a human under the mask." I nudge him.

"Yeah. For now, though, take a fucking break." He stood up and walked out. I took off the heel and looked at it. It wasn't bad but the smeared blood from the straps made it look bad. He came back with a baby wipe and threw it at my face.

"Wipe yourself and get you're bag packed. We leave tonight so we get there early morning. Price still has to talk to us."

"OK. Thanks." He nodded and left once again. I wiped away the blood and threw away the wipe. I headed to my room and packed a small bag of spare clothes and my necessities. We went to the meeting room. Price looked furious.

"Bad fucking news. You guys were blacklisted."

"What?-"

"Your aliases." He clarified. "They don't quite know your faces but now they need your real names. We can use your first names but your last names will have to be changed."

"Ok."

"And we think Carras will be a good name. Gaz did a random generator and we decided on it."

"Thanks, Gaz," I said. He gave me a thumbs-up. 

"Now, that's all I have. I want all of your luggage at the front doors in 5 minutes. Go." Soap ran out first. All I had to do was grab the bag, dress, and shoe box and take them to the front. And I did so in 2 minutes. I decided to pack new snacks for the ride and make some coffee for Price and Tea for Ghost. I finished as they came out. I put them in those hot flasks and handed it to them.

"Thanks." Price said. Ghost nodded.

"I want some." I threw him a snack I had for him. Gaz shook his head. He will eat it. Later. We got in the van and drove to the takeoff. We were all walking to the military aircraft.

"Guys." We all looked at Price. "We have to arrive fancy." We were going on a private jet. We all got on board and I immediately claimed a window seat near the exit doors. I then hung my dress up. I slumped back down in my seat.

"This seat taken?"

"Not at all." I don't even look up. Ghost sat in front of me.

"Why this seat of all places?"

"Window so I don't get sick. Emergency exit so I don't die. And supposed quiet."

"Fair."

"Why are you here?"

"Soap will talk my ear off. Price will talk to me about tactical things. And Gaz fell out of a helicopter. I don't want to risk it."

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING GHOST?!"Gaz yelled. I tuned them out. I was so tired from the anger and memories.

"I'm going to sleep. Wake me up when we are going down." I say to Ghost. He nods and I curl up in the seat and drifts off to sleep listening to Soap talk to Gaz.