A Cold Heart Still Beats (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Y/N) [MW2]

New beginnings

The car ride was long and silent to the airport. Staring out the window as rain pattered down on the passing pavement. That strange uneasiness never seemed to fade. No matter how many times you were transferred. The car came to a halt. You glanced sidelong at the driver who turned to you.

"This is your stop, sergeant. There should be a man waiting for you at the heli. His name is John Price. He'll be your commanding captain."

You just nodded and got out. You walked round to the trunk and opened it, taking out your bag. You slung it over your shoulder and walked off, not even sparing your old commander a glance. Your boots patted on the wet ground. You took a deep breath; you rarely got so nervous over nothing.

"C'mon, Y/N. You've done this a million times. Don't be rude. Just try to be friendly."

You ushered to yourself. You came to a stop as a man with a ruggedy bucket hat and a beard approached you. You set down your bag. He stretched out his hand to shake yours.

"Captain John Price. You must be Sergeant Y/N Y/L/N?"

You shook his hand quite firmly. Meeting his icy blue gaze, your expression impossible to read.

"Affirm. Pleasure to meet you, captain sir."

Price let go of your hand and patted your shoulder.

"No need to be so formal. Just Price is fine. Now get in."

He said as he got into the heli. The rotors started up. You grabbed your bag and hopped in, sitting down on the seat closest to the door. You glanced at Price as he got settled into his seat, dozing off. You sighed. This was gonna be interesting.

______________________ Six hours later _______________________

The heli touched down and Price woke up. You grabbed your bag and followed behind him. He led you into the base. It was quite nice.

"This is your room. Get settled in. I'll introduce you to the lads later, yeah?"

"Okay."

You just looked blankly at him until he left. You pushed the door closed and started unpacking your few things. Some clothes, a journal and some basic sanitary stuff. You decided to go take a shower.

You stripped your clothes and stepped into the shower, the water cascading blissfully down your cold and aching body. After washing up, you stepped out, your hair still wet. You changed into a pair of khaki cargo pants and an army green t shirt, tucking it into your pants. You tied your boots and dried your hair.

Just as you sat down to braid your hair, there was a knock on your door. You rolled your eyes.

"I'll be out in a minute!"

You said deadpanned, raising your voice slightly so the person on the other side could hear. You finished braiding your hair and put it in your signature bun. You stood up and approached the door. You opened it. It was Price.

"Y/N. I was hoping to introduce you to the team, yeah?"

"Alright."

You said plainly. You followed behind him until you reached the kitchen. Two other men were there. One had a mowhawk and the other wore a baseball cap. The one with the mowhawk came up to you first, grinning. He shook your hand.

"Name's Soap. Pleasure to meet you."

"Y/N"

You deadpanned. Soap stood back, still grinning. He looked like a kid up to no good. He looked like he could be a pain in the ass. The one with the baseball cap approached you.

"I'm Gaz. Nice to finally meet you, Sergeant Y/N."

He said as he shook your hand. You just gave him a curt nod as he let your hand go.

"Where's Ghost?"

Price asked. As if on cue, a large man entered the room, wearing a skull mask. He was tall. Over six foot. He was built nicely, judging by his stature. His eyes pierced through you, but you stared right back, your stare unwavering. The tension in the room was palpable.

"Who's this?"

Ghost asked, his voice thick with a British accent. He glanced at Price questioningly, clearly not liking the idea of someone new. Deciding to take the lead, you spoke up, approaching him.

"Sergeant Y/N Y/L/N."

You said firmly, your voice still without emotion. Ghost eyed you up and down with scrutinization. He scoffed.

"Bloody hell... You're Y/N? I was expecting more."

He said, his gravelly voice filling the room. You felt a sweet anger filling you. You were never bothered by insults. But the way he looked at you and the way he said it - it hit a nerve. You remained calm, not saying anything. You took a step back, your glare never leaving his. You finally broke away to look at Price.

"When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow. We're meeting there with Mexico's special forces."

Pls don't judge. This is my first book and I'm really trying😭 Anyways lmk what y'all think. Idk if I should stick to the storyline or if I should make up my own stuff. Idk what I'm doing honestly😂😭