The time leading up to New Year's Eve was busy. The meetings and constant movement kept your mind occupied, kept your thoughts away from the chaos of the mission, the change in your relationship with your Lieutenant. You had only been able to spend part of the evenings together before passing out in your room for the night, only been able to exchange the odd glance towards one another in the conference room or corridors.
In the meantime, the samples you had collected were sent to a specialised laboratory - you would be notified in the next week or so of the results. When that happened, you would be working relentlessly until you could make sense of Ivanov's work.
He would not succeed in his mission.
Not even in death.
You wouldn't allow it.
Following Rodeo's death and your subsequent breakdown, you had grudgingly taken the time to sit down with Price after a deep conversation with Sandman. Your Captain's gaze had been understanding as you unloaded your worries onto him, and after a long discussion, you had agreed to start seeing a therapist again. He had already begun the process of reconnecting you with a professional, emphasising the importance of prioritising your mental well-being amidst the challenges of your work.
And you had felt a surge of gratitude at that.
It was mid-afternoon on New Year's Eve when your phone buzzed on the desk beside you. You had fallen asleep in the middle of reading a paper, your cheek pressed against the wood leaving lines and indents across the side of your face, your arm numb from the angle you had fallen asleep at. With a start, you reached for your phone, opening it to see messages from the Task Force's group chat.
What's the 141
Price: Happy New Year's Eve, team!
Price: We're celebrating tonight - there's a bar called Kielletty a few miles past the Finnish border. Who's in?
Soap: Hell yeah!
Gaz: Sounds good.
You: Are the Shadows coming, too?
Price: A few.
You: Yeah, alright. Can I invite Sandman as well?
Price: The more the merrier!
Gaz: Wait, you said the bar's in Finland? Cap, how are we going to order anything?
Price: Was hoping a certain someone would be able to help us out there. Bones?
You: I'm not fluent in Finnish. Should have chosen a Russian bar, sir.
Soap: You're not fluent in Finnish - but you know some?
You: Aye, sure. I can say "Täällä on kylmä" and "Onko sinulla kondomia?"
Gaz: The second one could come in useful. You're coming with us, Bones.
You: Fantastic. Hope you guys like chewing on rubbers, cus that's all I can order.
Ghost: I'm in.
Soap: To chew on rubbers? :)
Ghost: Watch it, Johnny.
Soap: Damn right I'll watch. I'll record it, too.
Ghost: Where are you? We should have a catch-up.
Soap: Suddenly I'm very busy. I'll see you all later!
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I Feel It In My Bones (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader)
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