Call of Duty Oneshots

Too Many Beds Trope | Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Arriving at the base, the team stared with disbelief at what was waiting for them.

"Price..." You said casually while rubbing your chin, holding back laughter.

"Not a fucking word." He said with a sigh and shut his eyes, putting his head down.

The so-called base was only two buildings, one medium and the other small while the rest of the base was destroyed.

"Soap, Gaz, clear 'em out." Ghost ordered flatly.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed with you always so cranky Lieutenant.

Standing there, you grew annoyed with waiting and sighed. "Problem?" Ghost asked with an attitude that irritated you beyond belief. "No," you glared with a side eye. "Can you just once not have an attitude?" He snapped with a huffed tone. "I don't have an attitude. I'm surprised you, of all people, don't understand an attitude when you hear one." I rolled my eyes, now with an attitude.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he responded, letting his gun fall to his side as he stepped closer. "it means you always have an attitude!" I said as I turned towards him. "If I do, it's because you do!" he shouted.

"Enough!" Price shouted. He was always the one, besides Soap occasionally, that broke us the countless arguments you and Ghost had.

"I'm tired of the fucking arguing. You two can share the small building and we're not leaving until you two can have a level headed conversation." he demanded as he walked away.

"Strange base." Soap said as he shook his head walking away from the small building. "All clear, sir." he said to Price. "get some sleep, and for the love of God, get the fuck along, you two. Gaz, Soap you're with me." Price barked before walking into the other building.

You rolled your eyes again and turned to the building that would be your personal hell with annoying footsteps behind you. You pushed the door open, growing confused of the sight before you.

You felt Ghost's presence behind you. "What the fuck..." he sighed. "Why are there so many damned beds?!" you shouted. "Better than just one bed..." Ghost said quietly into your ear.

"Don't do that." You say as you rub your shoulder against your ear and step inside. In the small building was a single room and way too many beds for such a small space. Beds lined the walls and there was a single bed that cut through the center, making the shape of an "M".

"Sleep on that side." You say as you point to the left side of the room. "Whatever you say, princess." Ghost said as he leaned his gun against the wall where he was standing.

After freeing your sore body from the gear and supplies you carried all day, you laid out the small blanket over the semi clean bed and plopped down on top of it.

"Place is disgusting." You complained, kicking off your boots. "Just get some sleep." Ghost said with a huffed tone. You rolled your eyes and loosened the tight braided bun from your head. Relief rushed over your scalp as it was finally released from the updo.

There was a quick knock on the door. "What?" Ghost barked, making your eyes roll once more. The door opened and Soap was standing in the doorway smiling. "What is it, Johnny?" Ghost said, resting his elbows on his knees as he sat on the bed.

"You two have to get along before we can leave, huh?" He teased. "Fuck off," you said sourly but there was an echo. A British echo. You and Ghost looked at each before returning your scowls at Soap. "Look at tha'! Already saying the same thing at the same time. We'll be outta here in no time." Soap teased once more.

Before you could respond, something metal hit the wall next to Soap's head and he flinched out of the way. "Go to bed, asshole." Ghost said coldly.

"Did you just throw a mag at me?" Soap asked in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowed at Ghost. "Next time, I'll empty it on you. Go." Ghost demanded.