I Feel It In My Bones (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader)

I Can See You

Pain rocketed up your leg, burning, blinding.

You opened your eyes, fighting against your heavy eyelids, to see the familiar scene. To see the dust and the rubble, the spilled blood and guts, the chaos and disaster.

But something was different.

It was silent.

No screaming, no crying, no explosions.

You reached forward, hands grabbing for purchase on a piece of wood. It had been shattered, the bottom portion of it burrowed in the ground, the top part dark and charred. Splinters pierced through the palms of your hands, scratching, itching. You pulled yourself forward, grunting, stomach dragging across the debris.

You couldn't hear them, but you knew they were there.

You had to save them.

You dragged your bruised and broken body along the ground, ears ringing and sight flickering as the pain overwhelmed you. Droplets of rain spat down from the sky, landing around you in an off-beat rhythm.

That's when you saw it, lying beside your outstretched hand, an anomaly in your memories.

A broken cigar.

That hadn't been there before.

You raised your head, scanning your close surroundings. Your eyes locked on an unusual shape a few feet away. You blinked, clumsily trying to rub the dust and dirt out of them, and hauled your screaming body until you reached the strange form.

Except it wasn't a single object. As you drew nearer, horror replaced the pain and nausea overwhelming your senses.

Four bodies lay, piled upon each other in a heap, limbs sticking out at impossible angles. Rain mixed with streams of blood that ran like a downstream river, cascading across the limp forms, dripping beside your shaking hands.

With a gasping breath, you tugged at a silver chain hanging from one of the bodies. It snapped away easier than you had anticipated, falling into your sticky palms, the letters mixing in your blurry sight.

Captain John Price.

No, no, no.

Adrenaline, or perhaps sheer panic, surged you forwards. You grappled with the fabric peeling off of the bodies, the military uniform you were too familiar with, desperately seeking for confirmation that your worst fears really weren't coming true once more.

Acid and vomit burned at your throat as you were proved wrong.

Soap's lifeless, blue eyes stared back at you.

Gaz's jaw hung at a stomach-curling angle.

Price's neck was snapped, all too similar to the way your former Captain's was.

And Ghost... his face was blank.

No eyes.

No nose.

No mouth.

Nothing.

You screamed.

You bolted upright in bed, a strangled noise coming from your throat, as though the scream in your sleep had tried to break into reality. Your racing heart felt as though it would burst from your chest, and your trembling hands clutched the sheets under you, grounding yourself back to reality, desperately telling yourself that you had only been dreaming.