Nova 141

* Yes, this is a fanfic for Ghost, no I haven't wrote one before so bear with me *

" How long ago has it been since you've touched a female?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

" A long time."

" And you don't think it's just an urge your body wants to satisfy?"

He pulled back slightly, our faces still inches apart. He met my eyes as he said, " I've worked with plenty of women, and none have had a grip on me like you do. I've had the chances, but denied it every time. Ever since I laid eyes on you, all I've wanted was to make sure you were protected. And then when you told me about your past, things changed. It wasn't a want anymore, it was a need. The way I seen Soap comfort you that night, it sent me for a spiral. I didn't like it. I don't even like it when I see the way you and Alejandro interact. It's a feeling I'm not used to."

Nova, originating from the Latin word novus, meaning new. And that's exactly what Nova Vargas' life turned out to be. After being dealt a shitty hand of cards, she went under the wing of Alejandro Vargos, colonel of the Los Vaqueros. Her first ever mission involved bringing up her past traumas, and plenty of heartbreak and PTSD. Her struggles will make her stronger in the end, her fire fed by her past. But, along the way, she meets another broken down soul, and the two start to grow accustomed to eachother, relishing in their pasts.