𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍: A COD Fanfiction

Notes on Your Window Sill

The next morning eventually came. You slowly sat up in bed, still tired from the previous night. You got up from your bed and walked over to the window sill, checking to see if the note you had written the night before was still there. As you approached the window, you noticed that your piece of paper was gone, but a new one appeared over night. 

You took it, closed your window, and went to read it on your bed. It said,

It doesn't matter who I am.

You thought to yourself for a moment. The simple sentence immediately set off alarm bells in your head. Whoever was leaving the notes clearly didn't want you to know who they were, and that made you more concerned about them.

You grabbed a pen and another small piece of paper to respond.

Why are you stalking me?

You folded the paper up and put it back on your window sill. You decide to try and deal with the situation on your own, not wanting to concern anyone with your new stalker. The thought of the mysterious stalker spying on you from somewhere weighed heavily on your mind as you prepared to go outside to train. You knew that if whoever was stalking you wanted hurt or kill you, they would've already done it already, so you figured it was safe enough to go outside for a while.

The guys watch you from inside the base as you train, all of them taking notice of how hard you were training. Despite how hard you were training, you didn't seem particularly tired and had much more stamina than usual. Your mind was on the mysterious stalker watching you, causing you to train slightly harder than normal. It was obvious to the guys that you weren't happy.

Keegan and Soap especially, continued to watch as you continued training, both of them exchanging worried glances as they saw how hard you were working. They knew that something was bothering you, they just didn't know what it was yet.

Soap was the first to speak up, his voice loud enough for the others to hear. "She's unusually worked up today."

Keegan nods in agreement. "Yeah, she's training harder than normal. Something's up."

"You think she's got a reason for it?" Soap asked.

"Not sure, man... she seems bothered by something." Keegan replied.

"She hasn't talked to anyone today either, right?"

Keegan nods in response, not looking away from you as you train.

Soap notices this and raises an eyebrow. "She's been avoiding us. This isn't like her at all."

"You think she's upset with us or something?" Logan came in the conversation slightly concerned.

"Might be." Soap responded. "-But I doubt it. She's normally pretty open with us, this is new..."

Some of them decided to discuss this with Ghost, hoping that he would have an idea. The two of them walked into the main room, spotting Ghost sitting on the couch, currently reading a book. He looks up from the book as Keegan and Logan enter the room, noticing the concerned looks on their faces.

"What's going on?" Ghost asked.

"Noticed that the kid is being weird..." Keegan replied scratching his head awkwardly.

"She hasn't talked to or been around any of us the whole day." Logan butt in.

Ghost set down the book and looked at both of them, a frown on his face as he realized you were acting out of the ordinary.

"And she's been training like crazy too, hasn't stopped."

"Even we're worried about her."

"Has she told either of you anything that could explain this?" Ghost sighed.