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definitelynotstable · 8 months

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Camomile pt. 13 [Ghost x gn!Reader]

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10, pt. 11, pt. 12, pt. 13, pt. 14

AN: Here's an extra chapter because I have a busy few days ahead – it's a bit of a filler before more action but at least you have something to look forward to!

Synopsis: Closely follows the “Cartel Protection” mission from mw2 (reboot). Rights to the game developers <;3 Word count: 1.2k Warnings: canon divergence, canon typical violence, guns, wounds, swearing etc Ghost x gn!Reader (Callsign: Rags)

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The so called “break” lasted 48hrs. Though, all things considered, it could’ve been worse. Laswell kept you, Ghost and Soap stationed in the foreign base a few klicks north of Al Mazrah while awaiting the intel Price and Gaz had been sent after.

The mission was lingering in the back of your mind. The face of the young marine, Red, slumped dead in the wreckage of the heli; the taunting voice of Makarov and anxiety surrounding the missiles all mixed together in horrible ways – swirling inside your dreams.

A hand brushes your forehead and you wake up, sweaty and shaky on a threadbare couch. Your lashes stick together as you blink awake and Ghost comes into view. He’s sitting on the couch, causing quite a dip in the middle, and rests a hand on your forehead. You brush it away, suddenly realising just how sweaty you are.

“Don’t, I’m all sweaty and gross.” You grumble, muscles aching as you push yourself up.

“Fever?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at you as though he can scan you with them like a thermometer. “Your shoulder could be infected.”

“Nah, just need a shower.” You stretch your arms above you before bring them down and cracking your neck. He watches you carefully, looking for any sign of pain.

Finally he sighs, “No time for that, Laswell just called.”

He lifts himself from the couch and suddenly you realise he’s in full uniform, vest strapped and ready. You feel like you’re slacking in your standard issue tee and cargo pants.

“When do we leave?”

“As soon as you’re ready.”

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“Hassan was taken back into cartel protection in Las Alamos. Mexican special forces confirmed. Hassan is moving something sizeable towards the US.”

“Fuckin’ missiles,” Soap murmurs angrily to your left.

Laswell nods, continuing. “We don’t know how many and we don’t know the targets.”

“To find out, we need to capture Hassan and bring him in for interrogation,” Shepherd’s gravelly voice cuts in, “We’re sending you three with the Mexican Special Forces in country along with all the man power they need.”

“We can’t start a war in Mexico,” you blurt out and Soap elbow you. “With all due respect, General.” You hastily correct yourself.

“Certainly not.“ He drawls back, unimpressed and Ghost casts you a warning look. “I’ve tasked Philip Graves and his Shadow Company PMCs to assist. Their rules of engagement can help us cut some red tape and get this done.”

The call ends and you turn to your lieutenant.

“PMCs?” You’ve got a funny feeling about this. “Are we sure that’s a good idea?”

Soap nods in agreement. “They must be desperate.”

“We’ve got our orders.” Ghost responds immediately, thumbs hooked at the top of his vest. “You heard the General, let’s get this done.”

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It’s early morning when you touch down in Las Alamas, the whine of the plane still loud as you follow Soap down the lowered ramp.

“Alejandro!” Soap calls out, arm outstretched towards the man who comes to greet you. He’s tall with dark hair and golden skin.

“Sergeant MacTavish.” He greets, shaking the offered hand.

“Call me Soap.”

He nods, gaze shifting to Ghost. “Lieutenant, Laswell says they call you Ghost.”

“Actually, I believe he prefers to be called –“

–“That’ll do.” Ghost barks, cutting off the Sergeant who shuts his mouth immediately, a cheeky glint in his eye.

“And I’m Rags.” You say, stepping forwards to shake the mans hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

Alejandro looks between the three of you for a moment before stepping back with a nod. “Welcome to the ‘City of Souls.’”

“I’ve never been to Mexico,” Soap says, stepping in line with the Colonel.

“Me either.” You pipe up, matching pace with Ghost as you cross the tarmac towards a convoy of trucks.

Alejandro flicks you a glance, “This isn’t México, this is Las Almas.”

“Shepherd’s contractors are inbound to reinforce.” Ghost cuts in, never one for small talk. “They’re bringing hardware, they’ll need room.”

“My base is your base.”

“Good.” Ghost replies firmly, “now, where’s Hassan?”

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According to intel the cartel safehouse Hassan is being kept is not ten klicks from the Mexican Special Forces base. You load into the trucks, squished between Soap and Ghost in the back, where Alejandro introduces his second in command, a man called Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra. He greets you in Spanish before the vehicle rumbles to life and your driving through the streets.

Though it’s early, the streets are busy and cluttered. Children run about and men walk the streets armed with assault rifles. You grip your own weapon tighter as a white truck speeds past; four men, armed and masked, sit in the back.

“Hey –” Alejandro turns in his seat, palm raised, noticing the way all three of you have tensed up in the back, –“tranquilo. Easy – that’s normal here.”

You raise an eyebrow, not feeling any safer.

“Guns on the street is jurisdiction of the Police.”

“And where are the police?” Ghost implores with a tilt of his head.

Alejandro turns back to the front, clicking his teeth. “Well, Las Almas has a very serious problem.” He glances at you through the rearview mirror, “there are few here to uphold the law. And many of those who resist corruption …”

He trails off.

“Disappear.” You finish for him, under your breath.

He nods.

“What about the military?”

Alejandro flicks his gaze to Soap in the mirror. “Well, because we are well trained, soldiers are recruited by the narcos.”

“Why not you?” Ghost questions roughly, eyes hard and suspicious. You watch him carefully but his eyes are locked on the Colonel in the front seat.

Alejandro narrows his eyes with a smile and a tilt of his head. He’d expected that question.

“We grew up here,” he answers, nodding at Rodolfo who nods back, hands firm on the steering wheel. “They call us Los Vaqueros – cowboys.” He turns to watch the street through the window, wistful. “We love this place and we will die fighting for it.”

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The rest of the ride is mostly silent though Alejandro explains the deep roots the cartel has within the city, pointing out the murals of ‘El Sin Nombre’ and an alleyway where bodies have been covered in cartel cloths to mark territory.

Intel has placed Hassan at a small village across the river which runs parallel to the city and the sun is higher in the sky when the convoy arrives, picking up dust as the vehicles come to a rolling stop. The area is rocky and buildings lie within a scarce spattering of trees.

You pile out of the truck, following Soap and Alejandro as they rally the men.

“Where are they holding Hassan?” You ask, gun locked and loaded.

Alejandro turns to the three of you, “White two-story building, back of town.”

That’s all you need to know.

“All Victors standby,” Alejandro says, gripping the radio on his tactical vest, “3, 2, 1 – execute, execute!”

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AN 2.0: I know these recent chapters may have been a bit soulless and I'm sorry! Uni is really busy atm and I'm studying law so I should probably be putting more effort into that than writing fanfiction but yolo. I thought I'd let you in on my big plan!

Basically I'm gonna turn this fic into a story with an OC fic because I really struggle to add personality to y/n or reader characters. BUT that'll be on AO3 – this tumblr fic will still be ongoing. Consider this a first draft! Anyway, if that interests you please let me know – it's always good to gauge interest before embarking on something like that.

Love you loads and cheers for all your support so far – it's been years since i've written fanfics or been apart of the fanfic community as a writer and I feel the love.

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the-pan-ace-writings · 1 year

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Cartel Protection

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A/n

im not gunna lie guys this one took me way longer than i thought it was going too, so im hoping ill be able to post at least weekly on Sundays. hopefully more than once a week

also!! Im not going to embarrass myself or others with attempting to translate Spanish and i think for coherency and comprehension i am just going to stick to italicized typing to indicate Spanish

Thank you!

They found themselves alone on yet another airstrip. The chaos of the last mission washed away in cold base showers, and was forgotten over a basic meal with the remainder of their team. They had gotten orders that just Ghost with Soap and Badger were going off to Mexico to meet up with the Mexican special forces on another tip off that Hassan was there.

It was a relatively smooth ride in a cargo transport to Las Almas, and passed in as much silence as Soap could manage when he hadn't sprawled himself out on several of the wall seats to sleep.

They landed in the early hour of the morning, the sun was barely rising casting a golden hue upon the new airstrip as they walked down the ramp to meet a rather stoic looking man. As they stepped out of the hull of the plane Soap was first to acknowledge the man as the Commander of the Special forces that they are linking up with.

“Alejandro!”

“Sergeant MacTavish” his voice was deep, and gravelly, he seemed less stoic as he was speaking, he reached for Soap's hand in a shake. Soap met it with a mild smile as Ghost and Badger finished getting all the way down the ramp and joined them.

“Call me Soap, That's Badger” he nodded over his shoulder towards Badger who just nodded politely at the Colonel. Alejandro nodded and turned towards Ghost

“Lieutenant, Laswell says they call you Ghost”

“Actually, I believes he prefers to be --” Ghost turned sharply to Soap and interrupted him

“That’ll do.” Badger watched Soap’s face pinch up as he was foiled in his joke, he bumped his shoulder into Soaps as consolation before turning his attention back to Alejandro,

“Welcome to the City of Souls' ' He turned on his heel and started walking to the first truck in a small caravan on the airstrip.

“I've never been to Mexico” Soap took the lead following the colonel,

“This isn't México,” Alejandro raised his arms to gesture around them, highlighting the mountains lit up in gold and the slow moving clouds, a small smile graced his lips when he spoke again “This is Las Almas” it was home to him, that much was obvious to Badger.

“Shepherd's contractors are inbound for reinforcements. They’re bringing hardware, they'll need room.” and there is Ghost, always straight to the point.

“My base is your base.” Alejandro responded simply

“Good. Now, where’s Hassan?” Badger was a straightforward person but seemed to constantly be getting whiplash from the manner that Ghost spoke to people, he understood pleasantry always had their time and place, but maybe meeting an Ally for the first time was the time to use them regardless of how urgent their mission might be.

He was surprised that Alejandro took it in stride though instead of seeming off put by it,

“Cartel Safe-house, ten clicks from here.” they reached the truck, “get in.”

Ghost climbed in as Soap and Badger went to the other side, Soap stood dumbly for a second clearly trying to avoid the middle, Badger rolled his eyes and pushed him forward.

“Get in chatty Cathy, ain't got all day” Soap looked taken a back before another more rougher push got him going,

“Shut yer pus, im goin” He swatted at him as he climbed in and settled down with a huff, once Badger was in Soap seemed to purposely take up as much of his room as possible, Badger supposed it was only fair.

“C’mon, let's move!” Alejandro shouted to the rest of the caravan before climbing into his seat of the truck, he waves a head over to the driver, “This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.”

Rodolfo smiled and leaned over to Alejandro just slightly, a look of false concern crossed his face as he spoke to Alejandro, “I’m afraid of Ghosts” Alejandro snorts and swipes at his shoulder before pointing to the road for him to start moving, he turned over his shoulder and looked at the men piled into the back.

“You know Spanish?” Ghost just looked away, and Soap shook his head lightly and muttered a no, Badger raised his hands and made a so-so gesture and then looked up into the rearview mirror to catch Rodolfos gaze.

“Enough” Alejandro smiles at that before turning to Soap.

“You will”

The sun had fully risen by the time they made it to the colorful city of Las Almas, Badger was enraptured by the colors of the buildings and the vibrancy of the people. The city was bustling for the early hours of the day, the streets were lined with cars and people chatted in door frames and in shops. A white truck passed them in the opposite direction with four men in the back of it.

Badger hadn't realized how much Soap had pushed into his space till he felt rather than heard Soap call it out, and he had to grab his arm to keep him from going for his weapon. He saw Ghost tense as well and tossed him a look before Alejandro turned around looking annoyed.

“Hey- tranquilo. Easy-- that's normal here.” he waved his hands as he spoke “Guns on the street is the jurisdiction of the police.”

“Where are the police?” Ghost spoke up this time

“Well, Las almas has a very serious problem, there are few here to uphold the law. And many of those who resist corruption disappear.”

“What about the military?” the tone that Soap spoke in unsettled Badger, these guys were supposed to be allies, interrogating them seemed like the wrong move.

“Well, because we are well trained, soldiers are recruited by the narcos” he spoke off handley as if he hadn't noticed the change in tone and instead looked at them through the mirror again

"Why not you?” Ghost just barely avoided interrupting Alejandro, Badger tightened the forgotten grip on Soap before looking down at where he had grabbed his arm previously, Soap seemed to not have noticed that his grip lingered, Badger frowned slightly and tucked his hands back to himself and turned to look out the window again, watching the street go past.

He saw Alejandro lean back over towards Rodolfo and shrug his shoulders

“We grew up here, they call us Los Vaqueros” he smiled at Rodolfo again but turned to look back at Badger when he spoke up,

“Cowboys?”

“Si, Cowboys, we love this place. And we will die fighting for it.” That familiar warmth was back in his voice from the airstrip, Rodolfo seemed to share the same sentiment,

They drove past a street vendor at the corner of the street, it was a quaint little cart decorated with colorful cloth banners, Badger couldn't see what was being sold but did see the little family speaking with the vendor. He also saw the two armed men just a few steps away from the family. It was a stark contrast. Badger grunted when he felt almost the full weight of Soap pushing against him yet again as he tried to look out the window, Badger just looked over at Ghost with mild annoyance, he just rolled his eyes at him.

Soap started to lean back as they drove further away from them,

“Kids, guns and balloons. That's a new one.'' Again with the confronting tone, Badger elbowed him back into his place in the middle and swatted away a retaliatory hand and gave Soap a stern look.

“Narcos use generosity to win over the people” Alejandro was watching ahead as the traffic started to slow as it became backed up.

“Even the children?” Soap questioned.

“Especially the children.” It was Rodolfo that spoke this time, a slight glare reaching them from the mirror again, Soap had the decency to look a little sheepish. It was clear he was getting annoyed at the interrogation that Soap was putting up.

The traffic reached a standstill and they were stopped next to a taped off alleyway that had a truck and two bodies on the ground behind it covered by sheets that were covered in scrawling writing. Badger was mildly thankful that it was on the other side of the truck and extra thankful that Soap seemed to have enough common sense to not pull the same shit with Ghost, and instead just sits up more to look out the window without pressing into Ghost.

“What's on those sheets?”

“Nacromantras” Alejandro looked upset from the sight of the scene and it was reflected in his voice.

“Cartel Cloths” Rodolfo clarified for them “Messages from El Sin Nombre. Warning, marking territory.” The caravan started moving again, Alejandro shook his head in disgust

“Our streets are laced with death,” he said it like a curse before pointedly looking away from the scene.

“Who is Sin Nombre?” the misspoken name sounded rough from Ghost

“El Sin Nombre,” Alejandro corrects him, “the Nameless, the leader of the Las Almas Cartel”

“Where can we find him?” Soap spoke but then seemed distracted by a rather large mural that they started to drive by. It was painted on a three story house. It had what was clearly a symbol for the Las Almas Cartel painted directly in the middle surrounded by vibrate roses, motifs of the Madonna and guns, a banner was painted just below the symbol EL SIN NOMBRE filled the banner and just below that was likely more of the naromantras from the sheet but it passed to fast for Badger to be sure.

Alejandro was also caught by the mural, “ You can't, no one knows who he is. But he is everywhere and this a challenge” He turned back to Rodolfo and chuckled “But Los Vaqueros like Challenges” Rodolfo nodded back to Alejandro before he looked back through the mirror again looking back at Ghost specifically.

“With your mask, you'll fit in well here, Ghost” Badger stifled a smile as he watched Ghost slowly turn his attention to Rodolfo in the mirror, his eyes were like ice and he just stared. Rodolfo's smile faltered as he caught Soap making a “don't do that” hand motion

“Hey easy” Alejandro tried to comfort before being distracted by an upcoming checkpoint, “Checkpoint, Its the Army, turn right, we’ll go around”

Soap pursed his lips in confusion before leaning forward to question as the took the turn down a narrower road,

“Why?”

“Some troops are in the pocket of El Sin Nombre, like I told you. He is Everywhere” Alejandro looked frustrated, leaning back to speak to them “cartel is hiding Hassan in the Village across the river, let's hope he's still there”

The road they took turned into something that could barely be called a road, mostly just packed dirt from frequent use. They remained in silence for a while, badger was messing with his comm unit, pinning the ear piece into place and then started to mess with the inputs on the unit. He looked up and started to ask for the right input so their comms would all be linked but Alejandro had caught on to what he was doing and without having to ask to read off the correct codes to join their systems.

Badger fixed Soaps comms to the right settings as well and watched over as Ghost adjusted his.

They parked just outside of the village, Soap Ghost and Alejandro stepped out first and went to grab kits from the back of the truck, Badger was stepping down out of the truck when Rodolfo spoke to him, he was adjusting his comms unit as well.

“I would’ve thought someone with the name Badger would be asking all the questions”

Badger looked back at him a little sheepish, he had noticed how much all of Soap's questions had bothered both of them, and while Rodolfo was better at hiding it than Alejandro it was still evident even if Soap hadn't noticed. Or cared.

“Badger for a different reason,” He looked over at him before he collected is own kit “sorry to disappoint” Rodolfo just patted his shoulder before heading over to Alejandro, who had just called for all the team leaders to circle up on him.

“Where are they holding Hassan?” Soap joined them in the circle with Ghost right behind him.

“White two story building, back of town” Alejandro fist bumps Rodolfo before pointing off towards a gate that seemed to lead into the town, and with a wave of his hand Alejandro leads them off towards the town, as Rodolfo takes his team off a different way.

They gather around the gate, Alejandro has bracketed himself to breach the door and coordinates over the comms with Rodolfo's team.

This town lacked the colors that Las Almas had; the buildings were all browns, whites and oranges, they all seemed beaten down and in disrepair. It also lacked the people that las almas had, there wasn't just less people here there was no people here and it left the town eerily quiet

“Where are the civilians?’ Soap spoke up as he walked past a window that was broken peeping his head inside as they passed

“Gone, Cartel took over people left, it's a hideout now”

“Good place to keep Hassan then”

They approached another black gate and could hear the cartel men clamoring around as they started to notice the breach into the town, this gate was left partially open. Ghost pushed it further open and Alejandro went guns blazing through the gate with Soap and Badger behind on his heels.

There was a brick building to their right as they burst through the gate and a white building down at the end of the slope little more than a hovel. Cartelmen used them for cover trying to avoid the hellstorm that was Alejandro's team. It was easy to clear them, they wore little for protection and seemed to only have rudimentary grasp on their weapons. Alejandro ordered a push forward. The man called Rodriguez moved with them as they pushed further into the town and into an ally.

Badger crossed the ally fast and took cover behind the white building, Soap cleared the final man from inside as they moved. More firing from further up the ally. Three more cartelmen dropped from their fire. He called another push up and made a break for a set of cement stairs and just barely took cover fast enough to be missed by incoming fire that broke up the brick wall behind him into pebbles.

Alejandro was pinned down behind the stairs unable to make anything other than blind return fire, Soap had pushed past Badger and peaked from the corner of the building into the alley way, took aim and downed the final cartelman. He called clear

"Secure this house, then we go for Hassan” Alejandro ordered as he got up from his spot behind the stairs, he pointed to the orange brick house that ended the alley in a dead end.

“Cartel will move him fast.” Ghost protested as he also came out from his cover behind an abandoned cupboard against the wall behind them, he had taken rearguard with Rodriguez,

“Then we move faster” Alejandro moved up to the teal door of the house, crouched low waiting to enter as soon as the door was breached. Badger moved to the door and waited for his signal to break it down.

The door almost shattered as he kicked it down, it was much thinner than he expected so he almost tipped into the room had Ghost not pulled back on his vest roughly settling him back on two solid feet before He Soap and Alejandro burst into the house, clearing it as they went. Badger and Rodriguez held rear guard until Clear was called again.

They joined them in the house, which was low ceilinged, dark and now littered with dead men, a great sight to be in a forgotten child bedroom.

“What happened to the families here?” Badger asked as he entered the kitchen area

“The cartels bring violence, so they leave '' he was short with his answer, gruff it was clear the lack of control he had on the cartels upset him greatly. “Lets go, get ready to move”

Soap takes the lead to the door in the kitchen that goes to the outside, Soap made a show of using the deadbolt to unlock the door, tossing a ”see its simple” look to Badger as he started to open the door, Alejandro’s hand pushed the door shut, and pointed out the window “Stand By. Victor-2 this 1-1, Deploy smoke. We’re moving external”

“Copy, smoke out” Rudy called back over the comms and the plunging of smoke canisters could be heard as they struck the ground and slowly filing the atmosphere with cover

Soap broke the silence that had comfortably fallen as they took the second to prepare for rushing the next house.

“Where’s your Family? Alejandro?” Badger snapped his attention to him, eyes slightly wide and a grimace set in place. The man simply didn't think before he spoke. He flicked his eyes over to Ghost where he stood watch at a window. Ghost didn't seem to care about Soaps dumbassery and just rolled his eyes when Badger looked over.

Alejandro took a deep breath before he spoke.

“I keep that a secret, hermano, to protect them.” it came out stern but not angry much to Badger's surprise. He watched as Soap opened his mouth to speak again, but was thankfully cut off by Ghost.

“We have concealment”

“Let's Move, on me Soap” Alejandro clasped Soap on the shoulder, removing the hand he had blocking the door. The moment it was open Alejandro took off towards the large two story house just across the courtyard.

The door was broken into with ease and the first floor was cleared too easily, there was an unsettling lack of resistance for a house that was supposed to contain Hassan. It set Badger on edge.

“Clear! No Hassan!” Alejandro calls out as he moves towards the stairs,

“Second deck” Ghost orders as he makes his way up towards the loft, the rest of the team in tow. It was also cleared in seconds. Alejandro cursed as it became obvious they missed Hassan.

The house was littered with dead men and weapons, it also was strewn with dolls and other toys, a kids bike was broken on the floor in the kitchen, the bedrooms had been decorated in accordance to those that had previously lived here, those that had clearly left the house in a hurry as boxes that had likely been hastily packed laid turned over just about everywhere you looked.

When Badger made it back up to the loft, Ghost was looking through files on the desk, Alejandro Soap and Rodriguez were discussing Hassan and the intel that they operated on. Badger went to the big bay windows and found a photo of the family that had lived here toppled over, he had bent down to pick it up when movement up on the roads caught his eye.

A Caravan was rolling into the village, and fast. They were tearing up the roads and kicking dirt into the air behind them. Badger sat back up quickly, the speed of the action grabbed the attention of the others, he was about to speak when Rodolfos voice broke over the comms.

“Commander! Army is rolling in!” Fucking hell this was going to be bad.

“Shit”

Ghost looked up from the paperwork on the desk to Badger, “What is it?”

Alejandro answered for him. “The Army”

Soap joined him at the window to look out to the ever closing Mexican Army Transport. He looked confused.

“We’ve got reinforcements”

“Negative.” Alejandro sounded grim. “0-3, fall back, fall back”

“Copy that”

Ghost caught on quick and stepped away from the desk and took up a spot couched in front of one the bay windows. “What’re we doing?”

“Covering my men,” Alejandro waved up to Rodriguez to block the entrance of the loft, dragging a shelf over to the door, and pushing the couch against that. “Once they’re clear, we fall back”

Soap was taken aback “You want us to engage the fucking Mexican Army?!” He had stepped close enough to Badger that he grabbed him and pulled him down so that he wasn't standing dumbly in front of the large windows and nearly growled at him.

“Didn't you hear a single thing he said in the truck Soap? That not the fuckin army thats the cartel payroll.” He roughly pushed him back as he let go and went back to leveling off the trucks in his scope. Soap flushed red, and a dumb ‘oh’ dropped from his lips before he managed to remember himself and join them in targeting the caravan.

“Hold your fire, we dig in until my men are clear”

“Multiple vehicles, troops transport, light armor” Ghost calls out

“Hold fire, let them get close”

One of the trucks launched a large smoke canister, blocking them from seeing when and where the caravan stopped, but they saw troops emerge from the smoke with shields and take aim at the house. They have mere seconds to turn away from the windows before they're rained upon by glass shards as the windows are shot out above them. Alejandro called for weapons free.

The room thundered with fire, and it made moving for any extra cover nearly impossible. The few shots he was able to get in after getting up from his low crouch seemed to do nothing.

“They’re Armoured,” Soap shouted in annoyance.

“Target the helmets, they're weak”

“They’re using shields” Ghost shouted over the clamour as a well, it was clear that they were doing little to minimize the amount of combatants against them, the simply had to pull the fire away from Rodolfos squad and hope they could last long enough. Badger watched as shards of wood ripped away from the walls from the incoming fire, and cursed. It was quite a bind. They started falling back from the windows and just sought cover.

“Commander, we're clear!” oh thank the light, they can start moving from this deathtrap.

“copy ! rally at the safehouse!” Alejandro orders before turning to them “lets get the hell out of here!” He popped up from his spot in the corner and made for a shuttered window, tossed it open and hoped down and slid off the roof onto the ground and took off like a bat out of hell to a path that led down the ridge. Rodriguez followed with the same grace, then Soap. Badger rather fell from the window than slid but still took off the same as Ghost reached the ground and followed.

“Down the hill! We’ll lose them in the mountains!” Alejandro shouted over his shoulder as they raced to catch up with him. “Fan out and stay close”

It was like everyone just had the ability to melt into the forest with how quick he seemed to lose everyone and he hoped that he didn't get lost. Shots fired down from above tossing up small handfuls of dirt as high velocity rounds stuck the earth by their feet rather than them.

The army had caught up. They jumped off a steep boulder and rolled behind cover, turned and returned the fire. Rodriguez went down with a shout. He was nearby. Badger looked around and saw him face down a few paces away, He ran over to him and looked him over.

“You're fine, let's get you up boyo” Badger pulled him up against the boulder they now shared as the rest of the team was trying to clear the army. Rodriguez groaned in protest of moving. “It hit your back plate, it'll bruise” Rodriguez nodded and tried to calm his breathing for a moment. The firing came to a sudden stop and they were hauling ass again, Badger tried to stay with Rodriguez to give him extra cover, he was slowly lagging behind.

“You know these trails?” Soap called out to Alejandro as he took the lead,

“Very well, but do does the army”

“Cant hold off the Army. We need extraction”

“Rodriguez! Call for extraction!” Alejandro ordered, they stayed closer this time as they dropped down the hillside, more than once Badger crashed down off rock faces compared to the grace and Alejandro and Ghost demonstrated.

“Contact!”

Fire rained from above again as they tried to find over, Badger pulled them behind a larger rock again and took up fire as Rodriguez crouched low, tucking himself into the cover between Badger and the rock, fiddling with his coms trying desperately to reach Rodolfo.

“Control, victor 1 request immediate extraction at Soul River Bridge, How to copy?” he was shouting into the comms.

The fire stopped again and badger pulled him up and kept him in front of him as they ran again down the hill, he continued to shout into the comms with no response

“Rodriguez where are we with comms?”

“Mountains blocking out comms!” Rodriguez called back.

“Your man got the call out?” Ghost questioned as they slid down a slope a bit further

“Let's hope so” Alejandro laughed a little,

“What's the plan then?” Soap jumped down a boulder next to where Badger and Rodriguez were moving and he joined them.

“There is a bridge at the river. Extraction will be there.” Alejandro explained to them as he looked for a specific path to lead them down.

They reached a steep drop, Badger threw himself down it and rolled out of his fall in front of a tree when it exploded with an RPG. the force of it shattered the tree throwing shards of wood back at Badger, a shard struck him before he could cover. He was bleeding from the hairline, with a curse he stood back up and continued forward wiping roughly at his forehead.

“Anyone hit?” Alejandro called out from cover as he was firing up the ridgeline, everyone called out a negative from where they stood firing hoping desperately that the onslaught of men would end. Eventually it did.

They seemed to be running out of places to run as the clift side seemed to come nearer, Alejandro stopped abruptly at the edge and looked back towards them,

“We have to jump here” Soap reached the ledge and looked over it down to something unseen by Badger.

“Can we even make that?” Badger paled slightly at the comment of the unseen ledge and looked over to Soap and then back to Alejandro

“Are you serious?” It took a lot to keep the nervousness from his voice, it was one thing to jump from a plane and another to jump from good solid ground. If a parachute failed when jumping it was just a rush that ended quickly, who knows if he misses if the fall will kill him.

“Do or Die hermano” Alejandro tossed over his shoulder as he jumped, Badger made it up to the ledge to watch him fall down and slide across a very far and very thin outcropping from the clift, and watch him pop up and jump to an even further outcropping that rounded around the cliff face.

Soap followed bravely and executed flawlessly, Rodrigues followed with the confidence of someone who's done it a million times. Badger steeled himself and took a step back to give himself momentum for when he jumped down,

He hit solidly and slid down the rough ground of the slope, and just barely managed to get his feet back under him for the second platform, of which he rolled onto and slapped softly into the stone wall. He heard Soap make a small sound of surprise when the other two on the platform let out a small snicker at his less than graceful execution.

Ghost perusal just seemed to appear silently and unbothered as he crouched down, weapon in and and scanned the tree lines for snipers.

“Where to, Alejandro?” Soap asked from his watch position.

“Soap push forwards, Rodriguez keep trying on the comms, the rest of you watch for snipers” Badger settled down in front of Rodriguez’s position and turned outwards towards the tree line mirroring Ghost who was a few paces away from him. “Soap, use that ledge there will be a way up the mountain”

Soap disappeared out of sight with a grunt as he presumably jumped to whatever ledge that Alejandro pointed out. Badger could hear Rodriguez speaking into the comms again as he and Ghost looked for the tell tale gleam of a scope or barrel in the sunlight.

“Got anything?” Badger questioned over to Ghost who just grunted a negative in response.

“They’re out there, believe me”

“control , this is victor-1, do you read me?” Rodriguez sounded desperate as he looked back up to where he knew the Army was, the action made him look incredibly young and it struck something in Badger. He's quickly distracted though as Soap calls that he's found a way up the mountain, as they are just finishing getting up the steep cliff face Ghost spots a Helicopter with a curse.

“Get to a firing position. We’ll take them by surprise” Alejandro confirms the heli sighting and helps direct them back into cover.

“Which way is the bridge?” Ghost asks as he pulls himself up last from the final ledge, following them closely.

“Straight ahead. Past the helo” he paused a moment in thought “they'll try to cut us off”

“Grand” the sarcastic excitement sounded wrong coming from Badger “then I guess we’re goin through them”

It was almost like he called for them to appear with how fast the Army dropped down from an up ahead ridge and immediately took to firing upon them. But they made it easy for them to return fire. The sun was to their advantage, casting their hiding spots into deep shadows and lit the ridge and boulders they took to walking on in bright golden light that simply begged for them to shoot the brains out of anyone who stepped too far forwards.

The inched their way up in the shadows creeping closer and closer to the remaining army troops that had been smart enough to attempt to find cover, even if it wasn't successful. Ghost shot the last man on the ridge and called clear. It was a right mess on the boulders that they had to climb to get to the bridge.

They pushed up the hill and Alejandro called out that the bridge wasn't too far; they entered the top of the hill. It was gorgeous up there, and had they not been running for their lives from the Mexican Army Badger would have stopped to just absorb the landscape. It was towering mountains and the sun hit just right to light up a thin waterfall that casted a shimmer around it.

Alejandro warned them about hidden shooters.

“There's the bridge”

“No visual on extraction” a curse ripped from Rodriguez that Badger didn't know but knew it as colorful from the bits he understood, he watched him take a calming breath though turn towards Ghost.

“Comms didn't get through” Badger clasped him on the shoulders and gave him what he hoped was a comforting look.

“We’ll radio when we get down there” Alejandro waved them forwards and dropped an extremely steep drop off, and while Alejandro took it with grace even Soap had tripped up his landing and Badger downright slammed into the ground yet again. They took off down even more narrow outcroppings than last time, Alejandro taking the lead with Soap following, Badger kept Rodriguez in front of him and per usual Ghost took up rear guard.

They were quite literally shuffling along and outcropping no wider than a boot, when shots started above their heads. Bits of rock broke off from the walls from missed shots

"Sniper! Move!” Ghost shouted as they all tried to go as fast as they could without slipping off the cliff, they had almost made it to a larger outcropping when another round of shots fired.

A shot ripped through Rodriguez's thigh, and he shouted and tipped forwards reaching out behind him, Badger surged forwards to try to grab him, but he slipped as another shot just barely missed him. Just for a moment he had Rodriguez in his grip before he fell too far forwards tumbling into the valley.

“Rodriguez!” Alejandro shouted mournfully, and Badger was gasping as he was pulled further back onto the narrow outcropping, a hand laced into his vest at his shoulder. Ghost hurried him forwards keeping a tight grip on his vest.

Badger didn't hear the return fire from Alejandro but he nearly felt the rumble of Ghost's voice as he praised “Bloody good shot, mate!”

They all looked upwards as they heard the Army catching up to them again, their orders to follow them down the cliff side sent dread through Badger.

“Army's still on our trail” Soap urged them to move, Alejandro looked down the cliff side remorsefully before steeling himself and then turned to take the lead again. Ghost let go of Badger as they looked off again.

They slid to a stop at the end of an outcropping a bit further down the cliff face, it was a deadend.

“You led us to a deadend mate,” Ghost complained, looking pointedly at Alejandro.

“We jump from here, don't lose your weapon” Alejandro basically gave the last order while in the air, there was absolutely no hesitation before jumped off the clift, it was a solid moment before he splashed into the water. Badger took a nervous gulp.

Soap brave as ever followed quickly with a little whoop of excitement, he too splashed safely into the water.

Badger stepped forwards and hesitated a moment before looking backwards towards the ridge that he knew soon would be full of soldiers shooting down at them again. His eyes flicked to Ghost who surprisingly didn't roll them or slide off his gaze.

“Your turn sergeant” it was missing the usual roughness that typically accompanied Ghost. Badger swallowed again before nodding and turning forwards again, pointedly avoiding looking down.

“Fucking hell” He jumped. And he damn near forgot to hold his breath until moments before he crashed into the water. Vaguely he thinks he hears ghost land in the water shortly after him.

When Badger resurfaces he tries his best to minimize the gasping he is doing, he barely manages to call back that he's okay when Alejandro asks.

“Move down river to the bridge, use the rocks for cover” they start down the river drifting from rock to rock and mostly travel under the water in an attempt to remain hidden from the banks. Alejandro attempted to reach Rodolfo on the comms. “All stations, this is victor-1 how to copy?”

Finally a voice crackled over the radio in response to them.

“dow-1! Do you- say again,-o you’tre---?” It was an American voice.

“Radio is picking up something! Soap sounded elated and looked back excitedly to Badger and Ghost. His smile dropped a little when he looked at Badger, eyes flicking towards his forehead.

Ghost made a sound of approval “sounds American” he commented and was promptly cut off again by enemy fire.

Badger couldn't say he had the most experience fighting in water and had to admit it was adversely affecting his ability to be effective in combat. He swam to a rock that was jutting out of the water and clung to it to steady his hand on his weapon, that miraculously wasn't lost when he crashed into the water, and fired upon the right bank noting that more trucks were rolling in behind the current line of soldiers.

“Vehicles on the bridge” Badger called out and continued to swim up river as the bank was cleared,

“They're not ours” another curse spilled from Soap's lips as he checked his ammunition, they're all low.

The river shallows out the closer they get to the bridge and thankfully more boulders were available for cover as they rose from the water.

“We have to hold here and get extraction” Alejandro started firing upon the vehicles on the bridge, it was doing alarmingly little.

“We can't do shite against that armor!” Soap complains as he continues to fire upon the vehicles trying to target helmets again, when the voice that crackled through before returned

“This is Shadow-1! Engaging the bridge north of your position. Danger close!”

“Who the hell is that?” Alejandro shouted the question over his shoulder as he continued his fire.

“Commander Graves, Shadow company, they're with us” Ghost responded as they all took the welcomed reprieve that was watching the Army be blown to bits and at the bridge collapsing with them on it. Ghost jumped onto the comms to confirm the hit with Graves, “Shadow-1, Bravo 0-7! Good shots! Fire for effect!”

“All stations, no enemy movement detected. You're clear” Badger let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, “Good to see you boys''

“Likewise, mate,” Ghost replied and motioned for them to follow Alejandro to the left bank of the river and onto dry land and towards the bridge. Thankfully there was one ruck left behind. “Graves, we located a vehicle for exfil”

“Roger that. Be advised, we got a possible hit on Hassan, two clicks north of your position”

“That's cartel land, they have a compound there” They reached the truck and dumped some of their wet gear into the bed of the truck, Alejandro hopped into the driver's seat and Ghost filed into the front passenger,

“You boys, good to roll up Hassan with some fire from the sky?”

“Lets wrap this fucker up, Graves” Soap sounded full of confidence for someone whos missed Hassan twice and was chased down a mountain, Badger couldn't say that he shared the confidence,

“Solid copy. We are pushing to the target directly. Shadow-1 out”

Badger pushed himself firmly into the back seat and closed his eyes, trying to ground himself and take account of his body. He was tired from the mad dash down the cliff and his forehead was starting to really hurt as the adrenaline started slipping from him on the drive,

He felt Soap lean closer to him and he turned his head rather roughly to give him a mild glare, really not feeling up to his shenanigans at the moment. He was surprised to see that he had gauze in hand and a small first aid kit sitting between them, he looked startled at Badger not expecting the hostility. Badger looked at him confused before Soap gestured to his forehead, and Badger remembered the tree exploding, and reached his hand to the cut on his forehead, fingers coming away red. What he thought was water dripping from his hair was actually mixed with blood and covered a good portion of his face. He must have looked deadly if the worried look he caught from Soap was anything to go off of.

He looked down at Soap sheepishly and let him take his head in his hands, Soap dabbed at his face carefully, occasionally gripping his chin and moving him about so that he could reach everywhere. Badger felt his face heat up and closed his eyes to avoid looking at Soap as he worked, who had drawn his lip between his teeth unconsciously.

It wasn't long until he cleaned up his face, applied a small amount of antiseptic, he cooed at Badger when he had flinched not expecting the sting, and applied small wound closure strips to the gash across his forehead.

Badger thanked him quietly when his hands left his face, and he leaned back into his seat. He looked into the rearview mirror and caught Ghost staring back at him. He flushed again and closed his eyes trying to catch the little bit of rest before they were tossed back into the frying pan.

He tried not to dwell on the feeling of warm hands now absent on his face.

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Easing Tensions*

Task Force and Shadow Company were able to capture Hassan. While interrogation didn’t go as planned tensions are high and so are emotions. Finally Ghost and Allison are able to have alone time. With tensions and alone time what could that lead them into?

Warnings: Violence, blood, swearing, and SMUT. (If you squint hard enough there might be angst)

It was sundown by the time we met up with Graves, we sat in the humvee for a moment waiting until Graves got there. Ghost and I stood outside while Soap and Alejandro were in the car with Hassan. It was a pretty night out despite the reason why we were out. The stars were shining above us with the howling coyotes made it all so real.

“Coyotes are more active tonight.” I said looking towards the sound of a howl.

Ghost hummed in agreement, nodded, and watched around there as well. He was completely still ever since we stood out here, when he suggested both of us to watch out for Graves while the other two stayed. I looked over at him and he was still staring ahead. Ghost wasn’t a man of many words but Him calling me princess earlier was still running through my head. Wanting to ask all the questions. I shifted a bit thinking about what else he could say or even do.

“Lights coming in at 3 o clock.” He said pointing towards the direction. I followed his arm and saw car lights.

“Graves?” I asked putting my hand on my side arm.

“Let’s find out,” Ghost put his hand on his radio. “Shadow 1, status?”

“Coming up on the destination now.” He responded. “Get Hassan ready, we are plugging Laswell and Shepard in.”

“Solid copy,” He looked down at me. “You ready?”

We stood there for a moment staring again. I could feel the warmth but I nodded and walked towards the humvee. I opened it and looked at Soap, who nodded. I grabbed Hassan’s bicep and pulled him out. “Almost time to sing Major.” I sarcastically said walking him in front, as Graves’ team pulled up making a half circle with the cars. The lights of them turned on.

“I’m not telling you anything, especially with you present, woman.” He replied as I made him kneel.

Soap and Alejandro came next to me and scoffed. I looked up to see Ghost setting up the computer with Graves, who then looked over at me. Graves motioned me to come over, I looked at Soap who nodded again. “Trust pickle prick won’t be going anywhere.” He stated pushing Hassan a bit, who grunted and said something under his breath. Soap then took off the sack on his head giving it to Alejandro.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled, walking towards Graves. “Everything okay?” I asked.

Graves nodded. “Just haven’t met you yet,” putting a hand on my shoulder. I could feel Ghost snap his head up for a moment. “You were great out there. Glad you are on our side.”

“Thank you.” I side glanced at his hand which he kept there still.

“What I need you to do, Lieutenant, stand by me while we get this little,” He paused, looking over at Hassan. “Conversation going.”

He half smiled at me and patted my shoulder. “Sure thing.”

He nodded once looking at Ghost and nodded again. “Let’s get this started.” He bent to get Shepard and Laswell in.

I glanced up at Ghost who was glaring at Graves before looking over at me. I shrugged before walking over towards where Graves wanted me to be. “Y’all have a clear picture?”

“Crystal.” Shepard quickly said.

“All set.” Laswell soon after.

Graves then came next to me, I shuffled over looking down at Hassan. “Alright we are live folks.” Graves announced looking at me then down to Hassan.

Hassan looked at me. “Do you know Arabic?” I shook my head. “Farsi?”

“No.” I said again. He just chuckled and looked down then back up at me.

“Of course not, then I’ll speak in your bastardized medieval English because you are all uneducated street dogs.” He smirked looking around at that point.

Graves made a tsk sound before looking down at him. “Ah see, we’re getting off to a bad start here, Hassan.”

“You are talking to a Quds Force Officer.” Hassan said sitting up more straight.

“You are a commander of a terrorist organization.” I said looking him dead in the face.

Hassan just smirked and looked at me as well. “I can say the same to you ma’am.”

“What’s your target, Major?” Graves said, snapping both him and I’s stare off.

“What was your target when you sent the missiles to my land.” Hassan snapped back.

I could feel Graves' irritation getting up. “Oh well, wild guess,” He bobbed his head to the side a couple of times before looking back down. “To mail your ass.”

“So insolent and foul-mouthed. You will learn to respect me when your nation sees fire.” He murmured but loud enough to have us hear it.

I stepped a little closer. “You are connected to the cartel Major.”

Graves followed. “And if you disappeared. No one would know where to look for the fucking stain.”

Hassan just laughed a bit before looking over at me. “I have no doubt you’ll have pleasure in torturing me.”

I licked my upper teeth before stepping back and chuckled a bit, folding my arms in front of my chest. “Who’d you get American missiles from?” Soap asked standing on the side of Hassan and I.

“I don’t care where they are from,” Shepard’s voice rang through the computer. “I wanna know where they are going.”

Graves turned away from everyone and I looked up at Ghost who was looking at me. This guy won’t crack soon enough. Ghost looked down at a phone toying with it. I looked over at Graves, that’s when we heard the coyotes again. “Take a look around Hassan,” He walked back and leaned down to his face. “Now you can either be part of the food chain or you can start talking.”

“I’m a hostage here.” Hassan quipped. “This is illegal.”

“You’re a prisoner of war.” Alejandro said having a hand on his shoulder.

Hassan moved his head towards Alejandro. “Iran isn’t in war with Mexico. I’ve broken no laws,” he looked at Graves and Ghost then at me. “These men and their commanders are the law breakers.”

Soap shifted a bit. “You and your General Ghorbrani broke every..”

Hassan lifted himself up. “DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME!” He yelled before Alejandro pushed him down. “You excited him and you will pay for your crimes.” He said not yelling anymore but stern. “Only god can help you now.” He looked up at me then to the kneeled Graves.

“I want this bastard to be locked up or looking up at the goddamn grass.” Shepard sternly stated through the computer.

Laswell responded. “General killing Hassan is an act of war. Keeping him is illegal. Right now, he is too hot to hold.”

“Tell me Laswell you have something actionable.” He said more calmly.

“Working on it.”

Graves stood up and walked over to the computer, he started to whisper to them. I probably could have heard what he was saying but too irritated and looking down at Hassan. He just looked up at me and smiled. I rolled my eyes. I watched as Soap walked over next to Graves. “He’s right here. You can’t be serious.” Soap said.

“I’m afraid I am, son.” Shepard said.

Hassan was still smiling at me. “It’s illegal.” He whispered to me.

I shook my head and looked at Alejandro who handed me the bag. “Now take him back and let him go.” Shepard said, i looked over at Ghost who nodded. I bagged his head and Alejandro lifted him up.

“Up. Asshole. Come on.” Alejandro said pushing him towards Ghost who was walking towards us then putting Hassan’s phone in his pocket.

Ghost walked up to me and we both walked to the car. “Fox,” I looked over to watch Alejandro stuff Hassan in the back and Graves going in that car. “Have your team go back to base. Alejandro and I have it from here.” He ordered watching me to make sure I got it.

“Solid copy. Safe travels.” I said back looking at Rodolfo and Soap. He nodded at me and started the car.

I turned to Ghost, who had the back door open. He gestured for me to get in. I slid in the back seat with Ghost right beside me. As we all settled I felt Ghosts knee against mine. I looked down and side glanced to see if Ghost was looking or anything but he was looking ahead.

Oh man. Even the small amount of touch had mw already heated up.

………………………………………………………………

When we were able to get through the gate, I got out of the hunvee. “Alright so let me get this straight,” Soap said, closing the door and heading forwards to the barracks. “You can not even hint on why you were in Russia.”

“Soap.” I warned getting on my last nerve. All the way there he was begging to know. Usually I would spill the tea but this mission was highly classified.

Ghost walked next to me. “Soap she already told ya she can’t talk about it. Now shut it.”

Soap rolled his eyes. “Fine, one day though.”

“One day,” I smiled looking around my surroundings. I took note of each possible entry and exit. I always did just in case of emergencies and inflitations from the enemy. In new bases is usually and obvious why I would.

“I can show you to your barrack, Fox.” I turned to see Rodolfo smiling at me.

He was such an innocent soul. He didn’t deserve to be here. Honestly none of us should be but here we are. Dressed in our uniforms and outfits fighting a war that shouldn’t even be considered in this world. I sighed smiling, “That would be nice.”

I faced both Ghost and Soap. “See you bright and early.”

Ghost nodded, walking away and Soap smiled. “Nice to have you back, Fox.”

I smiled back and nodded. “Thanks Soap.” I turned and walked with Rodolfo.

“What other languages do you know?” He asked while walking past some soldiers.

“I only know American Sign, Russian and Spanish. My main language is English.” I explained as we started into a building.

“Wow that’s pretty good,” We both walked past some rooms. “Where did you learn them from?”

“Eh my dad was deaf so that came since I was a child but my mom wasn’t so we spoke English with her,” I started to say. “Spanish I learned during basic training and Russian I was bored in middle and high school.”

He nodded and stopped in front of the door. “That’s amazing Hermana, you have to teach me some signs. It could be useful for different scenarios.”

I nodded and smiled. “This it?”

“Si,” He said, handing me a key. “It’s small but Alejandro wanted me to give you a room to yourself. He wanted all Task Force members to. Since you all are guests.”

“Gracias, I appreciate it very much.” I said smiling once more.

“Anytime. Buenas noches.” He said smiling then walked away.

“Buenas noches.” I said quietly, I sighed and opened the door. Once it was opened, there was a twin size bed laying on a metal frame, there was a toolbox that only would fit gear and a small desk. On the other side was a small bathroom which only has a toilet and sink. It wasn’t bad. I have stayed in much smaller rooms and having a private bathe area was nice.

I walked all the way to take off my vest first. Leaving me with my black tshirt on, then took off my utility belt and laid it on the desk. I looked at my dog tags around my neck and fiddled with one before slipping it off and setting it next to my belt. I then took off my boots, my jeans and placing them nicely and my t-shirt as well. I looked in the box and found my leftover clothes from Russia already inside, toiletry needs, and some jerky. I smiled, “Fucking Nikolai.” I whispered, grabbing the sweats and shirt.

Feeling completely satisfied I grabbed my knife and walked over to the bed. I placed the knife under my pillow just in case of an intruder. I lifted the small sheet and laid down. I let out a long sigh before falling asleep.

I heard a knock at my door making me flinch awake and grab my knife. I looked up with the light under the doorway shining in and someone’s shadow. I stood up with the knife and walked to the door, I unlocked and opened it slowly.

My eyes widened. “Ghost?”

He looked down at me (since he was basically a foot taller.) He didn’t say nothing at first. I watched him closely. “You scared the living hell out of me.” I joked walking more into my room leaving the door open. Basically inviting him in.

He got the hint and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “What do you want?” I asked, sitting on the bed looking at him.

Ghost stood there for a moment. Thinking? Maybe not thinking? I couldn’t tell just because his eyes were completely dead set in mine. Gears were turning behind them. I wanted to yell at him for leaving me lay dry. Not speaking let alone look at me, now here he is at…0300?!

“I don’t know why I am here.” He broke my train of thought.

What did he just say? I gave him a questioning glare. “What?” It came out venomous, like he just told me the most idiotic horrible thing in the world.

Ghost still stood there. “You mean you woke me up at 0300 just to come tell me that,” I asked making sure irritation was laced in. He was about to say something until I stood up. “After not seeing me for 5 months basically for you to say that AND to call me princess. Fuck! you basically haven’t really spoken to me since our heated make out session. Let ALONE look at me,” He stood there frozen I looked at him straight in the eye. “What was it huh? What made you had fucking poof gone that night? Didn’t drink enough? Didn’t want to go through a be…”

“Don’t even go there.” He said talking over me.

“Don’t even…Don’t even go there? What else would you want me to think it as? You left and didn’t even make a fucking joke the next day.” I yelled throwing my hands up. “Fuck Ghost like I just…”

Next thing I knew he had both of his hands on my waist and pushing me against the wall. His chest was pining mine. “Just shut up for a moment will ya,” I looked into his eyes. He placed his hand in my cheek then down my neck right where my pulse was. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to move. Just his hands were making my skin on fire. “Your breathing has slowed and your pulse is beating faster.”

“I am angry.” I was angry not as horny now. Anory? No don’t let him oh…he started to trace my neck down to the middle of my breast, stomach.

He lowly chuckled. “Mhm, how about now?”

I bit back a moan when he stopped at my hip bone. “Y-yes.” I could feel myself getting wet. Fuck. He hasn’t even touched me.

I never stopped looking at him in the eyes. “Right,” He played with the rim of my sweatpants. “You want me to stop?”

I glared. “Not if you ninja out on me.”

Ghost shook his head. “Oh no love I plan on taking care of you tonight.”

Before I knew it his hand was already on my cunt. He slipped a finger to my clit making slow tight circles. I gasped from the touch before spreading my legs a bit further. He grunted before sighing. “Fuck this wet already?”

I whimpered and started to grind on his hand, wanting more friction. He went closer to my ear. I could hear his breathing, huskier, heavier, even more delightful. He started to speed up his hand with his other hand he was holding me up. He squeezed my hip before traveling up under my shirt. “Let’s get rid of this ya?”

His hand left my pants and took a step back while watching me scurry for my shirt to be off. “No,” He said making me stop in my tracks. “Slowly.”

I started to blush before ever so slowly taking my shirt off. Ghost having his mask still on even brought more thrill not knowing what he was reacting to the show I was putting on. I decided to also slowly take off my pants and underwear.

His eyes went wide for a moment before watching me walk out of my pants and underwear standing naked before him. He hummed while walking towards me, he placed one of his hands on my breast. I hissed from the movement has his other hand traced down to my thigh. “So willing, so eager,” He draped my leg around his hip and squeezed my breast. I let out a soft moan and but my lip. “Don’t hold back princess. I want to hear all the sounds you make.”

“Yes sir.” I whispered putting my arms around his neck and looked at his eyes.

God I can’t remember when his eyes didn’t give me chills. They were so beautiful to me. But now. Fuck now they were even more beautiful, lust blown into them, half lidded. It made me even more wet. Ghost growled a bit. “Fuck I like the sound of that.” He felt him taking off his gloves before going to my cunt.

This time he put one of his fingers in me, my mouth dropped open as he pumped his finger in and out. He kept looking into my eyes as he started to go faster. I gripped the back of his mask. I have seen his fingers pull triggers, gripped knives, and snap necks but this god I could only picture what it looks like now. “Can you take another?” He grunted pumping faster.

I nodded desperately. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” His hand slowed down.

I whimpered and glared at him. “Yes sir.”

He chuckled before putting another finger in and slamming. I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut. His thumb played with my clit while his fingers pumped in and out. “That’s my girl.”

The moans came louder as he hint that sweet sponge spot. “Don’t stop! Fuck!” I screamed as I felt my blood get feel like I was going on fire.

I leaned more into the wall as I felt his finger curl and hitting that same spot over and over. I opened my eyes and watch Ghost watching me, he leaned down to place his head against the wall while driving his fingers harder into me. “Come on I can feel you almost there,” His mask facing the side of your face. “Cum for me love.” He whispered.

I squeezed my eyes shut and swore to god I saw stars. My back arching off the wall, Ghost bodying kept me straight against the wall without me falling down. When I was coming down from my hig, he slowly took his fingers out then put them in front of me. “Suck them.”

I looked at him for a moment before putting mg mouth over his fingers. Having my tongue lap around them, I watched his pupils blown out and letting out a long groan. I tasted what I tasted like, his fingers soaked with it. I sucked all the way until there was a pop from my lips leaving his fingers. “Fuck Allison.” He whispered before walking backwards.

I looked down at the tent now fully formed. “Your turn.” I said placing my hands on his chest before walking him backwards to the bed.

He sat down and I got on my knees pushing his legs apart. He grabbed my hair and gently pulled to look up at him. “I’m suppose to take care of you.” He said, I knew that he did, from he sounded. But at the same time, from how strained his cock was. He had to have some release.

“Tonight,” I said rubbing his thighs. “Let’s just take care of each other.”

He let out a small sigh before unbuckling his jeans. He took off some of his utilities and placed them on the side. I sat on my heels and waited so eagerly for him to push his pants and boxers down. I tried to create friction, to at least calm myself, closing my eyes to focus. He let out a chuckle. “Seeing you on your knees like that is so bloody beautiful.”

I opened my eyes to see him. Fuck. He is beautiful. How he was staring at me made my stomach flutter but I felt intimidated. For the first time in a long time. I looked at his cock, I hid the feeling I felt when seeing it. It was a good size, bigger than anyone I have been with. I felt myself lick my lips. I stared back up at him as I went to lick the base of his cock. He jolt a bit before leaning back. He let out a long groan and then intertwined his fingers and hand into my hair.

I licked until I got to the tip then looking straight into his eyes I lapped my tongue around it and put the tip in my mouth slowly sucking on it. I did it a few times before I felt his hand tighten before grunting out. “Don’t fucking tease.”

I groaned at that making him shiver. I slowly let my jaw loosen and starting taking him more in. He was big for sure, which already made me feel sore but how he tasted was amazing. I couldn’t fit all of him so I used the rest of his cock into my hand. I heard him groan and I stared at him again his head was back. I started to bob up and use my hand as well.

I did that for a while before he bucked up making me make a gag sound. “Fuck just like that,” I started going faster putting slight pressure with my hand. He bucked up again making me gag then groan. He gripped my hair. “Fuck you look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth.”

I closed my eyes and shoved more of him down my throat. I felt my nostrils burn as I tried to breathe and tears started to swell up. He groaned as I went all the way to the tip before going back down. As I picked up the pace again I felt his legs twitch and his hand gripping oh so stronger. “When I cum,” He breathes out before groaning again. “I-Fuck..want you to swallow,” I watched as his eyes rolled for a moment before looking down at me. “All of it.”

I nodded as felt his cock twitch. I watched as Ghost rolled his eyes again and his head went back before he let out the most beautiful sigh. I made sure I was half up his cock so I could swallow his cum. He twitched as he finished muscles tense and gripping my hair, I groaned after I swallowed every bit of him.

I felt his body relaxed, letting go of my hair, as he leaned on his forearms. His breathing was ragged and fast. I sucked until I was at the tip giving it one more lick as it fell on his stomach. He let out a groaned hiss watching me as I did so making sure I milked his orgasm. I sat back on my heels gasping for air.

Proud was on my chest. The Ghost THE Ghost was right here in my room a mess from what I did. I stood up going to grab my clothes. I heard him rustling as I put my clothes on. When I turned he was already standing. His breathing was almost back to normal.

We looked at each other. It was a long silence. Fuck. Is this going to be awkward? Are we not going to be able to fight? Oh my god what does this even mean? “I didn’t mean to leave that night.” He whispered.

I froze, my eyes becoming wide. He was looking away. “It doesn’t matter Ghost, it was in the past.”

He didn’t move for a moment before giving a quick nod. He walked up to me and placed his forehead on mine. “Get some good sleep Fox.”

I leaned my forehead on his a bit more, to show I acknowledged. “You too Simon.” I whispered, he looked into my eyes and nodded again before walking out of my room. I stood there for a while before laying down on the bed, getting the best sleep that I ever had.

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Camomile pt. 16 [Ghost x gn!Reader]

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10, pt. 11, pt. 12, pt. 13, pt. 14, pt. 15, pt. 16

AN: Sorry updates have slowed! Uni has be so busy and I'm starting a new job tomorrow! Missed you all though x

Synopsis: Closely follows the “El Sin Nombre” mission from mw2 (reboot). Rights to the game developers <;3 Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: canon divergence, canon typical violence, guns, wounds, swearing, brief sa etc Ghost x gn!Reader (Callsign: Rags)

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You’re still in the kitchen with Ghost when he gets the call. It’s Price. Laswell’s been taken hostage and Shepherd is refusing to help. Price reassures him that both he and Gaz have it under control; they’re meeting up with allies in Urzikstan to intercept Laswell’s captors before they can move her across the border.

It takes days before you hear back from the Captain and you, Soap and Ghost all take a collective sigh of relief when Laswell appears on the video call next to Price. She’s a little roughed up but safe and sound nonetheless. The woman gives you all a smile and accepts the short stream of well wishes from you and Soap before launching into the intel.

“The missiles were never in Spain.” She says, voice firm and eyes like steel. “The guidance systems were.”

You turn to Soap and Ghost. The lieutenant has a blank expression but Soap’s frown matches yours.

“Guidance systems?” The scot inquires, leaning more into the view of the webcam.

“Where did they get those?” You add. That was not cheap hardware nor was it easy to acquire.

“Russians.”

“Where are they now?” Ghost finally speaks, voice like gravel – low and severe.

“They’re on the missiles.” Laswell replies, “And besides Hassan, there’s only one person who knows how to find them.”

✧˚ · .

Of course someone dubbed “The Nameless” was their only lead on the missiles. El Sin Nombre was a plague on Las Almas; Alejandro and his men had been hunting them for years to no avail. Though they had a significant amount of intel, they’d never had the authority to utilise the kind of resources the taskforce and Shadows brought to the table.

Till now.

“La casa de Sin Nombre?” Soap asked in spanish as he viewed the sprawling villa below you through a scope.

He was adamant on learning the language and you sent him an encouraging grin as he passed you the scope. The nights in Las Almas were warm and clear but the breeze brought a chill as it whipped around the group.

“No.” Alejandro replied, “One of his Lugartenientes.”

“A cartel Lieutenant?” Soap guesses and Alejandro claps his shoulder with a nod.

“You’re learning.”

“I coulda guessed that.” You mumble as you adjust the scope and Soap digs you in the ribs with a scoff.

You pass the scope to Graves as Alejandro steps forwards.

“My sources tell me all the VIPs in Las Almas will be there tonight.” He grips his vest, turning from the villa to look at you all. “Some are invited, others are, umm…”

“Volun-told?” Graves offers snidely, stowing away the scope.

“Yes.”

“What’s the meet about?”

“Us.” Alejandro replies, rocking on his feet. “Las Almas is burning and they want to know who lit the fire.”

“Sin Nombre will be there, yeah?” Ghost asks, his blunt Manchester accent a stark contrast from Alejandro’s melodic pronunciation and Graves’ drawl.

“No guarantees,” Alejandro says, looking to Ghost who stands at the very back, “but this is our best shot.”

“Then we take it.” Graves says, stepping closer, “I’ve got enough Shadows here to take over the whole damn country.”

You frown and flash your eyes in Ghosts direction. He meets your gaze briefly, acknowledging your caution towards the PMC leader before flicking back up to Alejandro.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t.”

Graves laughs, “I’m just sayin’ – one house shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Don’t we need Sin Nombre alive?” You say, raising a brow at Graves. “We can’t just raze the place to the ground – though I know that’s your preferred style.”

The American eyes you for a moment, lip curling like he’s got you all figured out. You glare back.

“Well.” He replies, gaze shifting from you to the others. “Then we need to meet him.”

Soap tilts his head. “How?”

“One of us …” You say, and Graves nods.

“Give ‘em what they want. Intel.”

You cross your arms, plan clicking into place. “They want to know who is here, right?” You look at Alejandro beside you for confirmation and he nods.

“Ok.” You continue. “So let’s tell them.”

“In person?”

You nod. “Exactly.”

“Get one of us inside, find the boss –” Graves flexes his fist and pushes it into his palm – “roll him up.”

“I’ll do it.” Soap volunteers immediately, a determined look on his face, and you go to open your mouth but Alejandro beats you to it.

“You go in there, and they’ll kill you, hermano.”

“It’s true,” you say turning to Soap, “it’s to suspicious. We need someone less …conspicuous.”

“Like who?” Soap asks.

“Like you.” Graves states from behind you and you look up in surprise.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea –“ Alejandro starts but Graves cuts him off.

“They’ll never suspect a woman to two time ‘em.” He says clicking his tongue. “Think about it – women are the weaker sex –“

Four eyes fix a glare at him and he raises his palms in defence.

–“I’m not saying’ that, but she’ll be underestimated. Their guard’ll be down.”

“No.” Ghost finally says but you’re too busy studying the American to notice. Though you don’t trust Graves, the man has a point.

“He’s right.” You say, tearing your gaze from the PMC leader to meet the rest of the men. “It has to be me.”

“No it doesn’t.” Ghost growl from where he stands opposite you, arms folded tightly across his broad chest.

“It makes the most sense, LT.” You argue and turn to the man to your right, “Back me up here, Alejandro.”

The man you’re referring to bites his lip and shakes his head with a sigh. “She’s right, hermano.”

“We came here to stop a missile,” you say, bolstered by his support. “This may be our only way. I’ll trade intel for a meet with Sin Nombre.”

Soap nods from beside you, “And if he’s there, we pounce.”

“You make it in, you’ll need eyes and ears.” Alejandro says and Soap nods, agreeing.

“I’ll go.” Ghost says immediately and you frown.

“You’ll stick out like a sore thumb.”

“I’ll go.” Alejandro says instead, “I’m sorry, hermano, she’s right. Your pronunciation will get you nowhere.”

You watch as Ghost clenches his jaw but you can tell he agrees. “Then I’ll take overwatch while Shadow circles the target in a helo.”

“Roger that.” Graves says with a nod before ripping off his patch and passing it to you. “They are going to want proof – show ‘em this.”

✧˚ · .

You’re dropped off a klick away from the villa and make your way through the shadows, avoiding the headlights of cars as they pass. It’s imperative you make it to the gate before being detected – any further out and it’s likely you’ll be shot on sight.

You’ve got no comms or vest and feel naked without them but trust your lieutenant has your back as you duck behind a blue Volvo P1800 and into the light. Two men stand, masked and armed at the gate and yell out in spanish as you approach, shooting a warning shot at the cobbled drive in front of you. You flinch and take a step back, arms raised as the other man rushes forward and digs the butt of his rifle into the back of your knee. The stones bite through your cargos and into your knees as they meet the ground with a harsh thud.

“¿Quién eres? ¿Cual es tu propósito?”

“No hablo español.” You reply, as the cool barrel of a rifle is pressed to your forehead. “I’m here to see El Sin Nombre.”

The men look at each other, guns still raises and laugh.

“Mujer estúpida.” The one holding the gun to your head scoffs. “Even we do not see Sin Nombre.”

You glare up at them through your lashes, heart racing. “I’m military. I have intel.’

They look at each other and speak rapid spanish before the one behind you raises a hand to his ear, radioing in. A voice crackles through and he nods.

“It’s your lucky day, chica.” He spits, wrenching your arm behind you and hauling you to your feet. “We’ll have to play another time.”

They roughy palm you down and one of them gives your butt a playful squeeze. You snarl and flinch away but hands grip your shoulders and a sack is thrust over your head. You’re shoved forward and almost trip, the men laugh and press you onwards, conversing between themselves in spanish.

No going back now.

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