Ghost Shorts | Fem!Reader

YOUR BASE WAS COMPROMISED

"Laswell, I need an update on that evac!"

Vocal chords burned as you shouted. Fire was raining down on you from all directions. You'd already told Ghost to fuck off and find Price knowing you needed to evacuate as soon as possible, he was reluctant to leave of course, but he knew you could handle yourself. 

It was the second time they had found you, Makarov's men. One minute you were flicking through paperwork in the med bay, talking to your husband. The next bricks and mortar were flying through the air, ears ringing, Ghost sheilding you from the blast.

You had nothing on you but your med kit which you grabbed and flung over your shoulder as you exited the crumbling room, finding Soap injured by the doorway. Ghost had helped you drag him against the back wall which still stood strong amongst the chaos.

"Soap... Soap... you good?!"

"Aye well, I canna see the light yet."

<Bravo-2-6, evac is east, two clicks out>

Concentration levels were so high his joke simply floated past you. Fingers searching blindly in your kit, looking for something to help bide some time. Everything felt so tight, heavy, so close all of a sudden.

"You're a stupid idiot."

The words spat out more harshly than you had intended as he helped you wrap up his arm tightly, eyes wincing in pain.

"Dinnae have to remind me, eh?"

One last tug and it was secured, the tail tucked in, though blood was already soaking through the fibres. Your cheeks puffed as you sighed, eyes cast up at the night sky illuminated by the ongoing battle around you. God, your side really ached.

"We have to run. Think you can do it?"

He looked at you, he was covered in dust already, ash from the now burning building snowing down upon you, his eyes reddening from the smoke. He nodded.

"Let's fucking go."

You tucked an arm under his and ducked down low. One last breathy exhale through pursed lips and you both ran, keeping perfect pace with one another. The stitch in your side grew, pressing searingly against your rib cage.

A sandy coloured vehicle powered down the road kicking up dirt behind it, with your free hand you flagged it down before you both ducked into the brush.

"GET IN!"

Ghost was leaning out the door which he'd flung open before it even came to a stop, clinging onto the railing attached to the roof angling himself as cover. You shoved Soap up toward him, a gloved hand grabbing his belt and practically throwing him inside the truck. He held out that same gloved hand for you and lifted you effortlessly as the truck instantly began to drive away.

"That was too close."

Words of Ghost's anguish spoken into your ear, his hand squeezing yours. The outline of his wedding band pressed through the material which covered it. You squeezed back, but you still had a job to do.

"Soap... keep those eyes open mate..."

The Scot laughed in response, gripping his arm tightly, keeping pressure on it. You had climbed to the middle, squished between him and Ghost, who looked less cheerful.

"Sergeant..."

His dark eyes had dropped, staring at something. He reached out, only for his glove to pull back coated in blood. The adrenaline wore off in that moment. Gaze slowly looked down. The ache in your side. You felt your face pale, eye widening in panic.

"Simon..."

That deep crimson spilled out with each beat of your heart. There were stars dancing in your vision, you felt light as a feather, floating like the ash.

"Baby... stay with me, STAY WITH M—"

Ghosts voice was there, in your ear, someone dragging your limp body onto their lap, applying pressure to the wound.

And then, it was silent.