Ghost Shorts | Fem!Reader

STRANGERS

"Captain, I'm taking the building to the right."

Within seconds Price's voice laced with static returned his statement through the comms.

"Copy that Ghost, watch yourself son."

Feet crunched the rubble beneath him, watching every step down his scope, not a single movement made without ensuring he was defended against whatever or whoever could be in the shadows. It still made his heart pound, gave him an exhilarating rush that could not be matched by anything else.

The team were spread about the area when extra fire had rained down on the enemy, a very concerning situation considering the highly classified nature of the mission tonight. The resulting communication between members had mimicked fireworks on New Year's Eve, loud and overwhelming.

"Ghost was that you?"

"Gaz, was just about the ask you the same thing mate."

"Wisnae me either."

"Looks like we have company tonight boys."

Price's orders had been clear; do the rounds, find whoever was joining the party. After all, three's a crowd. Stealth was challenging at such a size, but Ghost made up for it in brut force. And whispers around Al Mazrah proclaimed if you saw the skull mask, it was already too late. It was a nice ego boost for his reputation to precede him, to be feared.

The smell of acrid smoke filled his nose. A telltale sign of a freshly discharged weapon. Someone was in here. He flipped his night vision down over his eyes to get a better view of what was around him. Metal cases were scattered around the floor, a closer inspection made the hairs raise on the back of his neck. They were not 141's. And they were not the occupiers. He pointed his rifle threateningly at a figure which rounded the door way, but arms were up, surrendering, showing no intention of harm. Lowering his gun, he watched a gloved index finger press against their mask, his eyes trailing to the wolf badge on the upper part of the raised arm. As the finger curled down, whispered words shifted the material over the strangers lips.

"König's here."

His eyes widened as he slowly came to the realisation. Two long strides and an arm reached out, flipping his night vision back on top of his helmet. The tone was kept hushed as a hand pulled the mask down to reveal a full, familiar face. It was you.

"Long time no see, handsome."

You grinned, but he did not. You could tell by the way his eyes remained completely still. A poker face artfully perfected. Leaning closer, you clicked the button on his radio and spoke into his mic.

"Hello boys."

Voices went crazy in his ears, but no attention was paid. Eyes were locked in an intense stare down, confusion and rage seeping out of him like a poison.He hissed through gritted teeth.

"KorTac?"

You nodded.

"You left us for fuckin' KorTac?!"

A vision of your own neuron's firing was not far from the reach of your eyes as you rolled them back into your skull, unimpressed with how little he knew. But you were impressed by the fact 141 had not known you were coming. A job well done. The company had been tracking them for months to get a leg up on intel, and it had been unsurprisingly easy work. At the end of the day, he was the one who trained you; it had been like reading a book memorised from childhood, still familiar. Predictable. And now, he was throwing all the toys out the pram, leaning over you, full of sheer fury as you looked up at him. The Colonel was going to be pretty pissed off if he witnessed this. Your factions were two sides of the same coin, spiralling round and round, circling the target like sharks, a stand off until one of them got what they wanted first. They were not exactly allies. Ghost put his arm out towards you and in split second defence you blocked his advance with one hand, catching his sleeve with the knife in the other. He recoiled instantly, a look of disgust mixed with shock on his face. Silence settled between the two of you, though fire echoed from far in the distance. Your gaze fell down to the new tear in his shirt, guilt made you tuck your lip under your teeth, biting down. He was not the true enemy here.