I'm just better. || Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

You may NOT come in (3)

 I had taken a shower before I went to bed that night (at 4 AM). I woke up around 8 AM to get changed and do my daily morning routine.

I was dressed in something similar to yesterday; a tank top and baggy pants with endless pockets. I had, clipped on, a tight bag that wrapped around my waist, and another thigh bag a bit lower that desperately held onto my other leg. I also had a simple black vest over my tank-top with many different pockets that held weapons, ammo, objects, etc.. It's just what I wore.

Pulling on some combat boots, I turned to the door, snatching up a notebook that I routinely wrote in every morning and pen. As I walked down the hall, I poked into Prices office.

"Captain?" I hum, seeing him hunched over a bowl of frosted flakes and staring into a computer screen. His eyes darted up to me.

"Yes, what can I do for you Sage?" He asked, taking another mouthful.

"The files that I had issued on everyone, why is there barely anything about Ghost?"

He paused for a moment, finishing a swallow.

"The only way we got him to join the task force was having us sign a form that stated we gave out his information to no one, so he would stay secretive. Given, he gave us all his information up from, to specific people and as each member learnt about him over time, none of his information is to be in a system or whatnot." He explained.

"I can understand that." I hum, thinking. "Is he really your best?"

"Indeed he is. He is definitely one of the best members of the entire army." Price nodded, proudly.

"Hm. Okay." I replied, stepping back out into the hall, leaving him alone again. "I'm just better, huh?" I mumble to myself. 

As I made it out to the main room where people were busy yapping and eating, Soap jumped up at the sight of me.

"Sage! Good morning! How about you join us, yeah??" He urged again. I shot hm the same look I've been giving him every time he asked me.

"You know I'm just gonna keep asking you. Pleaseee? Just this once." Soap added, tugging on my vest. 

I sighed, glancing around the room and thinking what I needed to do today. I had to finish up on files, brawl with Ghost - and pick him apart -, workout, prepare, and get more details on the mission, to fill every crack and cranny of that need-to-know urge. Finally, my shoulders sunk a bit.

"15 minutes." I growl, allowing him to take me to their table. I won't lie, I always did feel a bit on edge surrounded by bulky men. Not my fault, just how I took it. That's why I always made sure I was stronger, or smarter, so I could reassure myself. Though the annoying nervous tick didn't fade easily. 

I glanced around the table to see Konig, Gaz, Keegan... and Ghosts eyes all pinned on me. Soap began rambling out questions to me, and I heard Keegan cut in, with a few words from Gaz, but Konig and Ghost stayed quiet. Konig shifted into his own world, though he would try to take some stolen glances at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention. Ghost sat on a seat one across and to the side of me, just staring.

"What's your actual name?" Keegan cut in through the chitter, eyeing me.

"None of your business." I mutter.

"Are you prepared for the mission? We're like the best out of the best when it comes to really hard missions like these, and even this one troubles us." Gaz questioned, his voice low and cold.

"Far more prepared than you think."

"So, wait. I've heard of you. Your like this ultimate weapon of the military? Like, last person to turn to sorta thing?" Soap asked, curiously.

I shrugged. "I'm just good with really hard missions." I mutter, glancing around the room slightly.

I looked back around the table blankly, my eyes wandering from each person and thinking back to their files. I locked eyes with Ghost for a split second, until Keegan opened his mouth again.

"How are you gonna help us then? You stronger or faster? Got more experience? Some military prodigy?" The questions flew from his mouth like an interrogation as I sat up a bit, narrowing my eyes.

"You'll see when you see." I hissed out, a bit agitated now. He stared right back at me before shrugging and going back to his meal.

I pursed my lips a bit, wanting to leave the table and get back to what I was doing. As Gaz and Keegan rambled to each other, Soap intervening a bit, my eyes drew back to the cold ones that were burning through my skull.

I glared right at Ghost as he studied my entire being, as if reading me like an open book. I quickly shut that down, snapping the so-called 'book' closed by pushing up and off the table, stepping back and grabbing my other notebook and pen. 

Patting Soap roughly on the shoulder, I stepped back.

"Alright. Bye." I said through clamped teeth. With a turn on my heels, I left for the hall once more. Once I made it to my room, I clicked the door shut and flopped back on my bed,  staring straight up at the ceiling. With a heaved sigh, I rolled over, my arm flopping over my chest, curled inwards to my body and laying there for a moment.

I didn't get many chances to relax like this, but sometimes when I needed it, I allowed myself to just rest. 

You know those moments where you just lay there for a while and kinda are zoned out? I think that's what I'm doing. It's not like I'm tired. Or maybe I am? I dunno. I just know I enjoy this and that's all I really want right now.

BANG BAN-!! ... Knock... Knock...??

I picked my head up at the indecisive knocking, my brows furrowing. Slowly rising up from my bed, I walked to the door and cracked it open before they could knock one more time. Behind the door stood Konig.

"Um- Sorry to bother you, but I noticed you didn't eat anything so I brought you some Kartoffelpuffers.. It's like a hashbrown but pancake-d." He explained, fidgety. It was odd to see such a big, bulky guy - the tallest guy here - so nervous and anxious. Like, serious, his name even meant King.

"Um. Thank you...?" I hummed out, cracking the door a bit more open, taking the food from his hands carefully. 

"Your welcome." His voice was slightly higher than the other guys here, and he had a sharp, crisp German accent tinged on his words.

We both stood there for a moment, awkwardly, until he continued.

"Do you mind if I come in?"

I glanced around the mess of my room, some things in piles that I had planned to sort out but got sidetracked from. 

"Uh. Yes. Bye." I moved to shut the door but noticed him quickly wedge his boot between the frame and door.

My gaze tracked back over to him as I stared at him through the sock on his head, covering his face (its a balaclava but I'm in a bitchy mood).

"...Please?"

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A/N; y'all, if there are writing errors, I BEG OF YOU, comment and lmk <33