So You Still Don't Believe in Ghosts?

The Way it All Began

I was just 18 when I first encountered the legends themselves. The Ghosts. For two years I'd been training and engaging in missions alongside my fellow privates within the British SAS squad, travelling abroad and taking out the biggest threats before they became known to the world with my entire team unaware that I was merely 16 when I joined. It was no secret that I was the top of my class. My captain made sure of that, always picking on me for demonstrations and answers. They had no idea how much I hated being the centre of attention, which was why the moment that the Ghosts came was both the best and worst moment of my life so far.

"FALL IN LINE!" Our Corporal Captain shouted to us as we completed our laps around the field. We all lined up against the mud track we'd all made after weeks of our feet battering the grass covering the floor.
"I assumed that after a weekend off you'd all be slacking," he began with a disgusted voice but it soon turned into delight.
"You all proved me wrong. Good work-"
"Persephone Blackwater." A familiar voice boomed from the steps behind us.
'Its Sephy.' I thought to myself but didn't even think about saying that aloud. None of us dared to turn around to match the voice to the face. That would only earn ourselves a weeks worth of exercise in just 10 minutes.
"Sergeant. What can I do for you?" Corporal Dean questioned but got cut off by Sergeant Hardy.
"I wasn't talking to you, Dean. Persephone Blackwater, turn."
'It's still Sephy.' I thought again and with that I looked up to my Dean with fear in my eyes and turned to face Hardy.
"Yes sir." I spoke with a not-so-confident voice. Hardy turned around and began to walk away, signalling for me to follow. I jogged towards him, walking just behind as we'd been taught.
"We need you to repeat your combat test." Hardy stated, not expecting an answer.
"May I ask why?" I asked and instantly regretted it, wincing and ready for a bollocking. He glared at me from the corner of his eye but continued.
"That information is classified. For now." I breathed a sigh of relief and we walked into the open firing range. I made my way to gun selection and picked up a UMP-45 and a Five Seven pistol, leaving the knives for the second stage of testing. Placing myself within a booth I readied myself.
"Pull!" Hardy shouted and the targets flew up one by one. I drained my mag of bullets, placing each one straight in the centre of the head. As the mag to my primary gun ran dry I pulled out my pistol, doing the same as I'd done with my first. Headshot after headshot I completed the firing range perfectly.
"Good. Now the knifing range." Hardy said monotonously. This had always been my favourite. The feel of a knife leaving my hand and planting itself in the head of a test dummy just made me...ecstatic.
"You know what to do." Hardy stated and made his way to the knifing range. Something was off about him. Every few seconds he would raise his head up to the viewing station and then scribble something down on his clipboard. He was softer too. Less disciplinary.
"Whenever your ready." He said. I picked up just three knives and sauntered over to the dummies. The one to my left began moving forward on it's tracks, so I loosely grabbed one knife by the hilt and threw it, embedding the blade right between the eyes. I repeated this action to the one on the right and as the one right in front of me moved forward I threw the knife in the air, catching it by the blade, turning 180 degrees in throwing it so it landed straight in the middle of it's throat. Quiet discussion sounded behind me followed by some clapping. I waltzed back towards Sergeant Hardy and awaited my report.
"Persephone Blackwater." He started.
"It's Sephy." I butted in and winced.
"95%. Almost 100%, you should be proud." I went to say something but he stopped me.
"However. It would seem your help is no longer needed here." His eyes were filled with sorrow but had subtle hints of something else. Honour? Pride? What was it?
"I don't understand." It felt off. Why would he make me prove myself and then dismiss me like that? It was then that two tall and rather muscular men in masks came forward.
"Persephone, these are two members of the Ghosts. They have requested for you and you alone." I widened my eyes and let my mouth drop open.
"THE Ghosts? I'm not following...why me?" I questioned, confused.
"Sergeant Hardy could we talk to Private Blackwater alone please?" The taller Ghost asked politely. Hardy nodded and exited the room, most likely going to the viewing station to watch. The taller Ghost put a hand on my shoulder.
"You've got skills, kid." His voice was deep and rough but had a sense of kindness to it. He took off his mask to reveal a hard looking face, his head covered in a murky green bandana. He winked at me and gave me a friendly grin as the shorter, more lean Ghost removed his mask and began to speak.
"And to answer your question, accuracy and timing ranging from 90 to 97%, the top of your class in all areas minus technology, set to be Corporal by the time you're 19-"
"But I'm 20." I stuttered as I realised they'd uncovered the secret of my age.
"Your superiors may be oblivious but we most certainly aren't. Your age doesn't make any difference to us though, so calm down." We all laughed a little before it all became serious again. The taller one looked me in the eye.
"Miss Blackwater, how would you feel if we asked you to be a Ghost?" He asked. My breath caught in my throat and my hands shook uncontrollably.
"But I, there's no way I'm worthy of a place in the Ghosts." I looked at my feet but the lean one lifted my chin to look at him.
"We flew all the way from America just to recruit you. You're an amazing soldier, Miss Blackwater. We want to help you put those skills to work where they're most needed." He said and smiled with genuine kindness. I nodded.
"I suppose I can't quite deny the offer now really can I." I smiled and laughed. "It would be an honour."
"Perfect, I'm glad you'll be working with us Miss-"
"Sephy. Call me Sephy." I grinned and stuck out my hand towards the taller one. He took it and shook my hand firmly.
"Rorke." I released his hand and offered it to the other who happily took it.
"Elias. Elias Walker." They turned around and we began to walk away. Sergeant Hardy stood by the door and smiled. I walked over to him and went to offer my hand when he pulled me into a hug.
"Good luck Sephy. Myself and your team will miss you and your never ending happiness." I smiled and felt the tears well up in my eyes.
"Thank you Sergeant, I'll forever be grateful for you help. Let my team know I love them and I'll miss them." I replied and we separated.
"Of course. And please, call me Mark. I'm not longer your superior." He patted my shoulder and smiled. "Now go show them what you're made of." And with that I left and began my new life as a myth. A legend. A Ghost.

So hi again!! I thought it would be an idea to do a Call of Duty Fanfiction because why not. For all those that do read this book, I am literally so grateful, thank you so much!! If you want this to continue then like always give it a vote of a comment. Later on in the story I may need some characters to add in so keep an eye out for that!
Laurel over and out ☺️x