"What are you made of?" a Ghost x reader fanfic.

Some wounds aren't easy to fix.

As Y/N and the team disappeared further into the base, Kana and Jax exchanged a knowing glance. They understood the weight of their concerns, the protective instincts that fueled their unease. Despite their reservations, they knew they had to trust Y/N's judgment, but that didn't mean they would let their guard down.

As Y/N and the 141 team stepped into the base, they immediately noticed the stark contrast to their own well-maintained headquarters. The walls were worn, with faded paint peeling in places, and the atmosphere lacked the air of professionalism they were accustomed to. It was evident that this base had seen better days.

Soap, Gaz, König, Ghost, and Y/N walked in a tight formation, their steps purposeful and their expressions focused. The team's reputation preceded them, and the trainees within the base couldn't help but stare as they passed by. Whispers filled the air, hushed conversations fueled by awe and intimidation. The trainees clearly recognized the caliber of the group before them.

Y/N's gaze briefly met the eyes of a trainee, who quickly averted their gaze, clearly intimidated by the presence of the highly skilled team. It was a reminder of the weight they carried, the expectations that came with being a part of 141.

Ghost's icy demeanor remained intact, his piercing gaze scanning the surroundings. He was accustomed to being an enigmatic figure, a source of awe and fear for those who crossed paths with him. The whispers and stares didn't faze him - he was focused on the mission at hand.

Soap, Gaz, and König maintained their professionalism, their posture and expressions reflecting their years of experience. They were well aware of the effect their presence had on others, and their priority was to complete the objective efficiently and effectively.

Y/N, though feeling the weight of the trainees' gazes, remained composed. This was a new environment for her, but she had trained hard to earn her place among the team. Her determination burned within her, driving her forward despite the unfamiliar surroundings.

As the team made their way through the base, the whispers and stares followed them. It was a constant reminder that they were not just ordinary soldiers, but a force to be reckoned with.

As the 141 team entered the room, the soft sound of papers shuffling filled the air. Shasta, her black hair neatly tied in a bun and her striking blue eyes adorned with glasses, sat behind the desk, engrossed in paperwork. A smile slowly spread across her face as she looked up and recognized Ghost.

"Ghost, it's good to see you again," Shasta greeted warmly, her voice laced with genuine delight. "And who do we have here?" she asked, her eyes shifting to Y/N.

Ghost stepped forward, a sense of pride emanating from him. "Shasta, this is Y/N. She's one of the most promising trainees we've had," he introduced, his voice carrying a note of admiration. "And now she's officially part of the team."

Shasta's eyes widened with recognition and a twinkle of appreciation. "Ah, Y/N! I remember you," she exclaimed, a mix of joy and pride evident in her tone. "You excelled in your basic training. It's wonderful to see your hard work paying off."

Y/N's cheeks flushed with a mixture of gratitude and humility. It was an unexpected acknowledgment, and she felt a surge of validation knowing that her efforts had been noticed by someone as respected as Shasta.

"Thank you, Shasta," Y/N replied, her voice filled with gratitude. "I'm honored to be part of this team and ready to contribute."

Shasta's smile widened, her admiration for Y/N evident. "I have no doubt you'll make a valuable addition, Y/N. Your dedication and skill are remarkable."

As the conversation continued, Shasta gracefully transitioned into her role of assistance, gathering the necessary files and documents. In her heart, she was filled with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that the trainee she had observed and admired had found herself in the esteemed ranks of the 141 team. It was a testament to Y/N's hard work and determination, and Shasta was grateful to have played a small part in guiding her towards this path.