Fallen Angel (A Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Fanfiction)

Chapter 2- Tourist

"State your name," a soldier told me.

"Emma Reeves," I blinked, answering the command for the hundredth time today.

"Your-"

"I think that's enough for today," an interruption came from the doorway.

I tried not to look at Mason and smile, but felt myself look towards him anyways. He had saved me from more briefing, which wasn't exactly fun.

"Yes sir," the soldier picked up a lot of papers and then left the room.

"Coming?" Mason asked me and I got up slowly.

"Where?" I walked to him, rubbing my blue-sleeved arm.

"I'll call it a tour," Mason seemed to smirk.

For once in the week I'd known him, Mason wasn't wearing his glasses. I couldn't help but adore his hazel eyes- a beautiful mixture of green and blue. The narrowing of his eyes made me look away and blush slightly.

"What?" Mason asked.

"Nothing," I gulped and couldn't stop myself from telling the truth. "Honestly, I was adoring the color of your eyes."

Mason smirked. "Come on, I'll show you around."

I followed him through the halls of the so-called "base" I'd been at for a week. It'd been hard for me and I wouldn't stop crying at night, remembering my mother and little brother. Even my dog, Sam, was one I missed. I felt lost where I was with Mason. I wanted to go home, if there was a home.

"Emma?" Mason was standing in front of me and I shook my head, coming out of my thoughts. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," I nodded and blinked, looking down. "I'm just," I paused and breathed out shakily, "I'm just trying to sort out what's been going on. It's hard. I'm sure you don't want to hear complaining and whining, so please continue."

Mason had led me into a smaller room with shelves of clothes. His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head. "I'm sorry for your losses, Emma. Truly, I am. But we have to find something that will help us move on from our losses. I'm trying to help you, Emma."

I felt a small tear slide down my cheek and Mason used his thumb to wipe it away gently. "But when I think of anything to distract me, I think of my family and those that I don't have."

Mason moved his hand from my cheek and I looked up to see him grabbing a shirt from the shelf. I watched as he unfolded it and then looked to me.

"See this shirt?"

"Uh, yes," I blinked, wiping a tear away.

"No matter what happens to this shirt, whether it be stains or rips or pet hair, it will always be the same shirt," Mason was a freaking genius and I couldn't help but smile to the way he was putting things.

"No matter who is wearing this shirt or owning this shirt, it will still be the same shirt," Mason made me smile a little more.

"So you're telling me to be a shirt," I looked at his face, hidden by him holding up the shirt. Walking to him, I lifted the bottom to peek up at his small smirk. "A shirt."

"Sounds weird," Mason dropped the shirt so it was on my shoulders, "but just take my advice."

"Advice was supposed to come out of that?" I smirked and joked, taking the shirt and throwing it into his face.

Within moments of doing that, I turned and ran out of the room. I headed towards two big double doors at the end of the hallway we were on. I went to push them open, but someone pulled me back and made me fall.