Call of Duty Oneshots

Porch Light | Simon 'Ghost' Riley

You trekked through the rain and mud for hours.

No lights to a city, porch light or small diner off the side of the road to suddenly give you relief of the hours of escaping the hell you succumbed over the last few years.

Oscar. Your captor who you thought to once be the love of your life... now your personal demon who tormented and tortured you anytime he deemed necessary.

It was freezing. Your nearly blue lips trembled as you hugged your chest but it gave no relief to the unforgiving cold front that seemed to appear from nowhere.

Your hair stuck to your face, and though it annoyed you, you gave up trying to keep it away since the breeze was just as bad as the rain.

You stumbled over a branch, lost in thought, scraping your hands over the pebble and stick filled mud. Your pants now covered in mud, you tried to clean your hands but it was pointless.

The night sky flashed with lightning, the loud thunder soon following making your shoulders flinch but you shook it off quickly as you finally spotted the small house you knew would be your only hope.

But there it was. A small light in the far distance. You picked up the pace, your boots squishing through the mud as it seemed to get deeper the closer you got.

As you approached, the light turned into a porch light you knew all too well. You knew there was nothing for miles around so finding this seemed ironic, maybe even fate, but you'd do anything to escape the rain.

Walking up the few steps of the small porch that was attached to a small house, anxiety grew in your chest. You hesitate, your fist hovering over the wooden door but you force yourself to knock.

You waited, anxiety taking over, you almost turned away. Maybe he's not home. As you turn, you hear a lock click and the door hinges squeak as the door opened. When you turn back, you're met with a familiar mask.

Ghost

You shivered more, the rain and panic mixing as you stated into the eyes of who could've been a savior but you ran away with Oscar instead.

"If you leave, don't come back." were the last words he spoke to you before you made the brainwashed decision all those years ago.

"I-I" you tried but emotions rose in your throat. You calmed your chaotic lungs for a moment to actually speak. "I didn't have anywhere else to go..."

His dark eyes softened, and he moved towards you, his hands going to your face, "Did he hurt you?" he asked.

Your lip trembled as the many memories of the hell Oscar brought to you flashed into your mind. Tears mixed with the rain on your cheeks. His bare finger wiped them away before they had the chance to grace your lips. "Get in the car." He said as he reached for a pair of keys to his left, his eyes focused on yours without breaking his intense gaze.

You hesitate as you know that gaze. The look of pure rage. The look he'd never given you but because of you.

He walked past you, casually stepping down the steps to the truck that was parked on the side of his small house. "Ghost," You tried. He didn't slow his pace. "I asked you not to call me that." He said calmly despite the rage that radiated off of him. Your chest fluttered but you brushed it away as you caught up to him. "Simon, please, don't." You begged. You knew what Simon was capable of and as much as Oscar deserved whatever Simon had decided for him, you didn't want this. At least not tonight.

He reached for the passenger door, "Get in," he demanded gently. Looking down at you with a soft yet crazed look. "Just don't kill him." You say as you stepped into the truck, knowing trying to talk him down was pointless. "Can't promise that, dove." He said before shutting the door.