Specter's Redemption |Ghost x Reader|

Base Confessions

Upon reaching the base, (Y/n) faced an even greater challenge: effectively communicating the complex plan to Price. (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a surge of impatience bubbling within her. She had no desire to explain every minute detail to him. While she understood the necessity of briefing Price, her mind was consumed with one burning question: where had he stumbled upon this hidden stronghold? The base, once a sanctuary for the shadows in their nascent stages, whispered secrets of bygone eras, its very walls echoing with the remnants of ancient battles and clandestine dealings.

As Soap maneuvered the truck towards the hangar, veering away from the convoy, a sense of anticipation hung thick in the air. Rudy and Alejandro's stifled laughter reverberated through the cabin, their amusement shrouded in mystery. It was as if they shared a clandestine understanding, a secret that danced on the edge of (Y/n) 's awareness. Catching Soap's knowing glance in the rearview mirror, (Y/n) couldn't help but arch an eyebrow in response, her curiosity piqued.

The smirk exchanged between Soap and the two men only deepened the curiosity, leaving (Y/n) to puzzle over their shared joke. With a bemused shake of her head, (Y/n) cast a skeptical glance towards Rudy and Alejandro, silently chiding their cryptic behavior.

As the hangar loomed into view, the tension in the truck reached its zenith. Price and Gaz awaited their arrival, their stoic figures a beacon of familiarity amidst the uncertainty. With a final glance exchanged between (Y/n) and her comrades, Soap brought the truck to a halt, the anticipation palpable as they prepared to unveil the secrets hidden within the hangar's confines.

"Captain," (Y/n) greeted Price with a nod, her muscles tensing and then relaxing as she stretched, the tension of the journey finally beginning to ebb away.

"Specter. Men." Price's acknowledgment of (Y/n) before the others didn't go unnoticed.

As Alejandro briefed Price on the plan, (Y/n) couldn't help but admire the seamless coordination between the team members. With a shared understanding of their roles, they quickly dispersed to tackle the tasks at hand, leaving (Y/n) and Price alone in the cavernous expanse of the hangar.

The weight of Price's gratitude hung in the air as they walked side by side, the echoes of their footsteps punctuating the silence.

"It's not a big deal. Just doing my duty," (Y/n) replied with a casual shrug, though her expression softened with a hint of warmth. "I'm gonna look around a bit. I'm feeling nostalgic."

As Price strode off to assist with loading the trucks, (Y/n) found herself enveloped in a moment of solitude amidst the familiar surroundings of the base. The tranquility of the area, undisturbed by the chaos of Las Almas, offered a fleeting sense of calm amidst the storm of conflict raging beyond its borders.

Surveying the base, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a surge of nostalgia wash over her. Despite the passage of time, the essence of the place remained unchanged, a testament to its resilience amidst the tumultuous tide of war.

A glimmer of hope flickered within (Y/n) as she recalled the aircraft she had once piloted from this very hangar. With a sense of anticipation tingling in her veins, she ventured deeper into the base, her footsteps echoing against the cavernous walls.

The thought of taking to the skies once more ignited a spark of excitement within (Y/n). The boundless expanse of the sky called to her with an irresistible allure. For (Y/n), the cockpit was not just a means of transportation, but a sanctuary where she felt most alive, where the constraints of gravity melted away and she soared free.

Upon entering the hangars, (Y/n) couldn't help but notice the solitary figure of an F-16 standing proudly amidst the emptiness. The sleek contours of the aircraft beckoned to her, a silent reminder of countless missions and memories etched into its metallic frame.