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the-vixen · 8 months

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 13 PART 14 -------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

This takes place throughout the events of ghost protocol. There will be a change in the story and the events of the mission impossible 2 and 3. Ethan and Julia never got married, a certain amount of information will be changed that will be revealed in the story.

"Y/n you weren't the reason I went to rankov! you were in a coma!"

"What?"

You looked at him in shock, that wasn't possible. You were never in a coma and you never have been. You were just in the infirmary for a day and that was it. Even if you were, it wouldn't erase your fuck up and why Ethan really went to prison. The secretary would've told you. It would've been reflected in your record.

Ethan took another step towards you. "You risked your life to protect the asset...they bombed the warehouse in order to kill two birds with one stone.." he began explaining. "You risked your life but the explosion knocked you out cold...you were unresponsive and bleeding when I found you...and.." he took a breath, "the asset was working with them. She had the IMF fooled and she was ready to have her men kill you.....I....I couldn't let that happen." he watched you.

You stayed quiet, confusion overtaking your features as you desperately tried to recall any semblance of the events Ethan's recounted.

"You were in the infirmary for two months...unconscious....the medics said you were lucky to be alive and recommend benching you...so I told the secretary to bench you." he confessed.

You looked at him and stepped back.

Ethan told him to bench you?

why?

Your silent question went answered by him, "I told him to make something up that you wouldn't fight against....he decided to pull you from IMF and put you on probation....and I signed off on it.." Ethan continued.

Your emotions cycloned within you.

Confusion, frustration, guilt, betrayal.

Ethan got you pulled from the IMF.

Ethan encouraged it.

why?

Because you got hurt?

Because a fucking doctor recommended it?

"I was gonna be your handler but Julia got abducted..." he watched you. "but her kidnappers weren't after Julia....they were after you."

What the fuck?

You watched Ethan, "why....why would they be after me..?"

He took a breath and answered, hesitant, "they assumed we were together. They knew your name and profile...but not face. they abducted Julia thinking she was you and wanted to use you against me for something that happened before Ukraine....and I knew that once they realize Julia's not you...theyd kill her and come after you..." he explained.

"why does it matter? you shouldve let them and gotten Julia back---you shouldve bargained--"

"--I couldn't let another person hurt you." he cut you off.

Waves of shock kept moving over you as each piece of the puzzle was revealed.

"Those Serbians..." you began.

"..They were mercenaries out to get you...I took them down and went to rankov to find out about Hendricks and the person who knew about you."

You closed your eyes, "and Julia?"

"Julia....she..she knew. before she was taken she knew how I really felt and she told me that it was best if we separated. I wanted her to live her life without any ties back to me so I asked Luther to help me build a new life for her." Ethan watched you.

"how you really felt?" you asked then, each piece of information bringing new questions to the table.

"How I felt about you." Ethan took a step towards you and cupped your cheek.

You looked at him hesitantly, unsure of where this was going, "how....how do you feel about me Ethan..?" you whispered, electricity running through you as soon as he touched your cheek.

"Im...Im fucking crazy about you y/n..." he confessed, your heart stopping at his words. "I knew from the day I met you that you'd be death of me. I knew from the time in Ukraine I loved you and I would do anything to keep you safe. I knew after seeing you in the infirmary I cannot and I dont want to exist in a world where you aren't alive...." his other hand came up to your waist.

"All I could think about in Rankov was how much I missed you and I needed you. I needed to hear you, to see you, to listen to you taunt me and nag me and do all the crazy shit with me. to watch your hair fall into your face and to listen to you rant about the latest thing you've learned and to sparr with you and watch that cocky smile appear on your face whenever you win. You've been with me through everything and you know me better than I know myself and It killed me to be away from you. To not know how you were doing and handling the probation. I knew it would hurt you but I needed to keep you safe because I couldn't see you in that state again..I knew it had to be that way in order to ensure your safety.....when you showed up with Jane I couldn't believe it and all I could think about was how much more beautiful you got since the last time I saw you and how much danger you could be because of this mission...."

"ive just wanted to kiss you since I first saw you but I had to make sure that this mission wouldn't hurt you..I hated playing into your doubts and fears of yourself and your intuition y/n...I had to work in the moment but there's never been a second where I truly doubted you. id trust you with my life..I always will..I just wasn't ready to play with yours..." Ethan looked into your eyes.

You struggled for words, emotional and mesmerized by everything hes said. You felt angry at him but to an extent if the roles were reversed you would've done the same. amongst all the waves in your mind, you asked, "the kiss...in Mumbai..."

Ethan's thumb caressed your cheek, looking over the details of your face. "I could've tested my hunch another way..but I just...it was so hard...I told myself that if It confirms or denies my hunch it'd be worth it but I had to kiss you...it felt like everything ive been doing was worth it...I would've kissed you in Dubai but I had to protect your feelings...I didnt want to overstep my grounds...." his mouth traced your lips. "but then you looked like that in that dress and you moaned when I kissed you and your lips suddenly became so fucking addicting...."

You bit your lower lip, eyes falling half lidded as your mind flashed back to the kiss. So full passion, so full of unsaid confessions. a new addition to the secret language you shared with Ethan.

"Fuck..." he muttered, watching your action. "this is a challenge isn't it?"

You hummed, your hand sliding up his chest and going to rest on the back of his neck.

"y/n.." he warned, "you've always been a fox, yknow that?" he muttered under his breath.

"What do you mean...Ethan..?" you looked up at him. "im just...letting myself go too....its not been easy without you....I hated it.." you admitted.

Ethan met your gaze, before moving forward to capture your lips in his own.

Just like Mumbai, a fire ignited in your chest as you kissed him back eagerly, pulling him to you as if he didnt immediately press you against him. Your lips moved in tandem with his, releasing every emotion and unsaid confession against each other. You stumbled back as he kissed you deeper, falling onto your bed and pulling him with you.

Ethan, ever efficient, didnt break the kiss, moving his hands over your body and tangling his fingers into your hair, kissing you passionately.

You broke apart for air, watching him move ontop of you and kiss your neck, "Ethan.." you called softly, cupping his cheek. He looked at you and turned his head to kiss your palm. "dont leave...please..regardless if you think I might be in danger...even if I am...let me handle it..ill be fine.." you requested softly.

You knew this would disrupt the moment, but before you both went any further you need to make sure he knew.

"Please. I want to be with you..we're team..I want us to stay that way too.." you spoke.

Ethan closed his eyes briefly, "okay..okay...I promise to protect you.." he whispered, kissing your lips.

You kissed him back, content.

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That's it for this series! thank you for reading this far. The story doesn't end here for these two though; follow them through the events of Rogue Nation and see what further secrets Y/n has hidden away ..

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the-vixen · 8 months

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 12 PART 13 PART 14 -------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

You sighed as you dumped your old bandages, after replacing them with a fresh one. According to Jane you lost a good amount of blood by the time you went to go help brandt; killing wistrom in the process.

She was upset by your disobedience, you could've stayed and covered Benji in the time she went to provide backup to Brandt.

You were a little bit out of it by then, but Brandt got you help in time.

Now you were in Seattle.

Ethan took a lot of damage while stopping Hendricks, as usual in Ethan Hunt fashion, he drove a car off a ramp and let it drop 100 meters to the ground. He was in the hospital for a couple of weeks before being discharged.

The IMF was back in the process of being reinstated, most of the work had already been done, just yours and Benji's evaluation, Brandt's position and Jane's ranking left in processing.

Ethan had met up with Luther, catching up with him after his time away and updating him on what happened during the mission. You missed Luther, but you haven't spoken to him lately either.

Of course, only Ethan would blurt out "mission accomplished" while aborting a nuclear warhead.

He had requested the rest of the team to meet him there, you didnt go.

Not that it mattered, you've been listening to everything Ethan's been saying by bugging his table.

Classy.

But you couldn't bring yourself to see Ethan again, not anymore now that he had no reason to stick around with you either. You didnt see him when he was at the hospital but you did send little tidbits to keep him entertained under an anonymous identity.

You knew that Ethan knew it was you, the two of you used to play games like this and follow a language that only the two of you could speak.

You just also knew you didnt have the courage to meet him face to face again after the kiss. Even more so if Jane told him you got hurt again cause of Wistrom.

You listened to the bug, hearing how Ethan expressed his gratefulness that the team functioned well, and how he was glad that they ended up together. A bitter part of you felt like he wouldn't have been so positive and vocal about the mission going well if you were there.

Maybe.

But you knew Ethan was kind. He probably wouldn't do that.

"y/n's not coming huh?" the sound of your name from his mouth making you stop.

"no...havent heard much from her.." Jane shook her head.

You swallowed and closed your eyes, continuing to listen as Ethan explained to Brandt that Julia didnt die, he just faked her death for her safety...for her protection. But as to why he went to prison, he just told him that he had his own reasons. He had to protect someone he cared about.

Listening to Ethan reassure and reconcile with Brandt, putting the man at ease after the years of guilt hes faced, made you wonder again.

Why not you?

Why didnt he do the same for you?

You wanted to kill that wounded part of you.

That pathetic part of you that's probably metamorphosed your platonic feelings for Ethan into feelings of love.

"Are you ever gonna see me again?" Ethan's voice came through, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked at your laptop.

"its impressive...bugging the table I would be on...bugging my hospital bed...bugging my apartment..." he spoke. "although I would've preferred to see your face. catch up." he spoke through to you.

You bit your lip, a slight flare of confusion and frustration at his tone and statements. It feels like hes playing with you...just not in the way youre used to.

You waited by your laptop, waiting for anything else to be said.

At the stretch of silence, you disconnected the bug, getting ready to pack your stuff up.

You weren't sure where'd you go, but you were not needed here. You only followed Ethan to Seattle to make sure hes okay.

After packing your stuff, you heard the apartment door unlock.

On alert, you grabbed your gun and headed for the door, suspicious at the presence of an intruder. Carefully, you walked out, your gun up and pointed in the direction of your attention.

"move and I shoot." you turned to the front door, finding Ethan standing there with his hands in his hoodie pockets.

Unexpected but unsurprised, you lowered your gun, "picked the lock?"

"yep."

"Already knew where I was?"

"yep."

"Here to scold me some more?" You looked at him.

Ethan shook his head and smiled softly, locking the door again behind him. You watched him in apprehension, putting the gun away.

"what do you want Ethan?" you looked at him before walking into your room.

He trailed behind you, "to talk. face to face preferably. it makes the conversation more interesting watching your reactions." he said.

A smile quirked up your lips before you shoved it back down. It wasn't fair. He doesn't get to do that. You turned around, maintaining a poker face as you looked at him, "so talk."

"Im sorry. About how I treated you during the mission.." He began.

You crossed your arms, "that doesn't cut it Ethan...you..you can't just..undermine me and treat me like a kid and then go and enact your hunches on me. Im not a sidekick for you to use and dispose." You sat down on your bed.

Ethan's gaze analyzed you, before he took a step forward. "I had to make sure you were safe."

You shook your head, "if I wasn't safe the secretary wouldn't have put me on the mission--"

"--not that kind of safe." he interrupted. "your safety. I had to make sure your safety was---"

"--it still doesn't matter! I know I make mistakes but that can't be a reason for you to treat me so shittily. if it's a personal reason because I got you sent to prison then say that. be transparent. dont say shit like my safety mattered and then go and tell me you'd much prefer that I was out of the team completely!" you stood back up, upset.

Ethan watched you, "you weren't the reason I went to Rankov Y/n.." he said, making you scoff as your emotions bubbled up. "dont give me that bs Ethan...I know. the secretary all but confirmed it. You went to prison after rescuing Julia cause of the Ukraine mission fuck up and the Serbians that followed you to Moscow. you took the punishment because you were responsible for keeping me in line and I didnt listen to you and got the asset killed. it was my fault and youre upset about it so youve been unable to trust me and that's why you've been treating me like shit--"

"Y/n you weren't the reason I went to rankov! you were in a coma!" Ethan snapped.

"What?"

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 11 PART 12 PART 13 -------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

You barely paid Brij Nath any attention as your mind shifted between listening in on comms and thinking about Ethan and his stupid stupid hunch.

Throughout the time you've known him, Ethan has had a lot of 'hunches'.

And usually, they've very accurate.

Hence why he trusts these hunches.

And why you did too.

But the fact that he decided to kiss you deeply just for show, and then leave you there with zero explanation of his actions, stung deeply.

Very deeply.

You were sure Ethan had his suspicions of your feelings towards him. The time in the shack in Dubai didnt leave you being subtle for any reason.

Regardless whether he knew your feelings or not, the whole act felt a little sinful.

You paused your thought process when you felt Brij Nath's hand on your lower back, pulling you against him as he led you down the hallway of his collection of art, spewing something about, "exposing one's deepest desires"

You smiled at Brij Nath, feigning interest in what hes saying.

"what the hell is that?"

"what the hell is what?" Ethan responded.

"its downloaded a virus from the satellite." benji responded

There was a pause.

"Hendricks is killing the server....before we can kill the satellite." Ethan spoke.

Benji's voice became urgent. "Hendricks is reprogramming the satellite hes gonna have launch capability in five minutes!"

You swallowed before taking Brij Nath's hand, a sweet smile gracing your features as you spoke softly. "I would...like to go somewhere private with you..sir.."

Brij Nath's grin widened, "of course...my dear.." he led you down to a private bedroom.

You took a minute to look at your surroundings, keeping the innocent and wistful look on your face as you scanned the room.

"Venus, we gotta move. Get that code." Jane said.

"its beautiful.." you turned to Brij nath. He moved closer to you, "only the finest...with no..interruptions.." he touched your chin eagerly.

You blinked at him, smiling. "Good." you whispered, grabbing him and flipping him onto the bed, putting him in a headlock.

He groaned and squirmed under your grip, "what---"

"try to move and you will never speak again. the override sequence to the relay station. say it." you demanded.

He panted, squirming.

You tightened your grip, "say it!" you demanded.

Brij Nath took a breath, trying to breathe. "46....82.....93..." he groaned

You waited for a second, keeping your hold on the man.

"the system's crashed! we're too late!" benji spoke.

You heard Ethan reply, "no no no hes revealed himself---Benji can you pinpoint Hendricks location?"

"Hendricks is signaling out of a state run TV station 6.7 miles from here." he answered

"Send me the coordinates. Good work Bradnt--get the hell out of there. Jane, Rendevouz with benji and brandt. Y/n-- tie it off with Nath and meet me at the rally point." Ethan ordered.

You grabbed the sedative from your thigh, moving brij nath and pushing it into his neck. "go to sleep." you muttered in Hindi before letting him go.

You moved down back to the party, before heading out the exit.

You headed for the car, finding Ethan starting it up. You got in as the two of you sped out of the valet.

Benji checked in with you and Ethan as you began to take off your dress, grabbing the bag from the backseat.

"How long before Hendricks can launch a missile?" Ethan asked, speeding up as he looked at the gps on the windshield.

"Less than 30 seconds!"

Ethan pressed his lips together and swiped the gps away. "I need another route. Y/n." he looked you as you took off your dress and left yourself in your kevlar.

You looked at the road, "There's a left up. ahead. turn left and then take the alley that'll come on the right." you said.

Ethan looked at you before turning his focus ahead, speeding up.

As you and Ethan sped through the streets and alley, you heard Benji speak again. "Hendricks just started the launch sequence."

"how much time till missiles are flying?" you asked as you changed.

"Three minutes!"

You looked around as Ethan drove and swerve around, "we're three and a half minutes out.." you looked at him.

He watched you as you put on your shirt, looking back to the road. "We'll make it. we always do." he muttered.

You kept directing him through the streets; and as you both tried to get to the TV station on time.

As you and Ethan stopped because of people on the road, Benji's voice came in again.

"guys..we're too late.."

"what?"

"the missiles in the air." he spoke, defeated.

You swallowed as you and Ethan exchanged looks. You could see him formulating another plan in his mind. He refused to give up.

He immediately sped up as soon as the crosswalk cleared. "There has to be a way to abort the warhead." he muttered.

You thought for a minute, "the launch device. there should be some form of contingency on it.." you suggested. "if there is a way it'll be on it."

"We need that case." Ethan finished.

As you got to the station, you spotted Hendricks and wistrom standing outside.

"get Hendricks!" you told him before you ran after Wistrom.

You followed him back into the server room, taking out your gun. You searched for him carefully before spotting him at the processor. You shot at him, making him hide and stop tearing the wires.

As you searched for him, he snuck up on you and stabbed you with a shard of broken glass. Wistrom tried to snatch your gun, making you struggle as you fought back with a shard through your torso. You managed to kick him away and shoot at him.

As you did so, he ducked and ran. You tried to chase after him but stopped when you heard people coming into the room. You swore, panting as you pulled the shard out and bent down, taking cover.

Jane, Benji and Brandt made their way into the room, relieving you as you stood back up, grunting. "Wistrom's on the run. go." you told them, leaning against the processor.

Jane went to you as Brandt followed your instructions. "youre injured." Jane pressed her fingers against your wound. "Im fine...benji...get the relay fixed...." you told him before the power went out.

benji took a breath, informing brandt to get the power back on. Jane looked at you, "we have to get you out of here." she held you up as blood soaked your shirt and dripped down. "no..no cover benji incase wistrom comes back." you pulled away and stumbled onto to the floor.

"y/n!" she went to you, "cmon..youll be okay...Ethan--" she spoke into comms before you grabbed her wrist.

"No."

"no?"

"Dont tell Ethan. im fine. I'll be fine. just cover benji. I'll handle it." you said as she helped you stand back up.

"Y/n."

"I'll be okay. Just Dont tell Ethan."

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 -------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

Ethan watched you carefully as you moved across the floor.

Brij Nath jerked as you bumped into him, dropping his phone. "Oh my....im so sorry.." You blinked and lowered yourself to pick up the phone, flashing your cleavage to him; before you stood back up.

"its quite alright.." He blinked and put on a smile when he looked over your face.

Your eyes widened in wonderstruck as you looked at him, he saw the blush on your cheeks and noted the edible glitter on your plush lower lip. He looked over your body as you shyly handed him his phone back.

"I dont think ive seen you here before...are you new?" he inquired, pocketing the phone. You blinked sheepishly, "i..yes...my..colleague bought me here...it's so beautiful here.." you smiled sweetly.

His grin grew wider as he looked at you, "and your colleague is..." his eyes scanned the party, before spotting Ethan watching you. Ethan looked away quickly, "is that him?" Brij Nath asked.

You curiously looked at Ethan, "yes...but..well...I was hoping to talk to you...this is your home isn't it?" you turned back to Brij Nath.

He looked at you, taken a back. "yes..welcome to my home dear.." he put his hands together and bowed.

You looked away, shy, "oh..um....I dont--..thank you..this place is beautiful and im just...wow.." you feigned awestruck. You felt his fingers touch your chin and turn your head towards him.

At the touch, your mind instantly transported you back to the moment with Ethan. You heard Ethan yell not comms, 'jump'. Brandt's scream came through before coming to a dead silence.

Your breath hitched and facade dropped, making you step back, unsure what happened following the quick succession of events.

He looked at you in confusion, "is something wrong?" he watched you. You swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "no-nothing....im just a bit..thirsty.." you exposed a nervous smile.

Brij Nath must've taken it as some sort of compliment, smirking. "I know just to what to get you my dear...stay put or I'll loose you." he sang and walked off.

You took a breath to gather yourself, confused. "what just happened?" you pretended to fix your earring as you checked your comm.

"did you jump?" You heard Ethan ask Brandt, ignoring your question.

Brandt heaved, "was I not suppose to jump?! cause I jumped!"

"copy." Ethan said before looking in your direction.

"Nath's not at the bar." Jane informed, making you curse under your breath.

Comms were silent before you looked around, before felt your wrist grabbed and pulled into a strong body.

You were about to break the man's hand till you saw it was Ethan, looking down intently at you.

You noticed the look in his eyes as he moved closer.

You took a step back.

His hand came up to cradle your jaw.

"Jupiter what--"

"im playing a hunch." trust me his eyes said

Your mouth parted in confusion before you felt a soft warmth on them.

Ethan kissed you.

Ethan kissed you and you gasped, feeling one arm move around your waist and press you against him quickly.

Your eyes fluttered closed as a quiet moan escape you, kissing Ethan back as your hands moved onto his chest.

His lips were warm, a hint of peppermint and sugar from the sweet from earlier lingering on the edges of his mouth. You kissed him back eagerly, drinking in his taste and the feeling of him and his hands on you.

How long did you want this?

How unlikely this is,

The mere prospect of Ethan kissing you never even crossed your mind.

You figured that if you were to ever kiss him, it'd be because of your rash decision and then he'd reject you.

Ethan deepened the kiss, feeling your hands grip his blazer as you pushed up against him and tried to keep up. Fuck, if only he did this when you both had the time to take it further.

He was desperately trying to focus on the fact that this needs to end soon; his hunch about brij Nath didnt come from nowhere; but he hasn't stopped thinking about your lips since Dubai, and your lipstick and the doe-y, wistful, wonderstruck look you put on for Brij Nath didnt help matters.

With great deal of effort, he pulled away from you harshly and walked off.

You swayed a bit to catch yourself, your mind foggy as a lovestruck look covered your face. Your eyes blinked a few times to adjust your vision as your parted plush lips heaved in air.

What the hell just happened?

Ethan hunt kissed you.

You touched your lower lip faintly, the sensation of the kiss still there as you leaned against a pillar.

In a minute, a waiter approached you with your ringing phone. Still panting and awestruck, you picked up. "hello?"

"passion looks beautiful on you." Brij Nath said.

You blinked a couple of times to focus your senses.

"although I wouldn't have just left you like that. Not when you had such a wonderful look on your face." he said.

Oh right.

Ethan Hunt gave you a mind-blowing kiss and just tossed you aside; in the name of his 'hunch'

Which did work.

But it doesn't help the shitty feeling that grew in your chest.

"You wouldn't have?" you softened your voice for him.

"no my dear...especially not with a beauty like you." he said.

Ethan moved up to the second level, listening through your comms. He clenched his jaw as Brij Nath continued.

"hes too cold for you. not your type. not at all your type." Brij Nath went on.

You looked around for him as he spoke.

"me? im hot. like all Indian men, im very hot." he said, "And I can keep you warm."

"how will you do that if I can't find you?" You asked through the phone.

"You will. and then you'll get a special reward. Id show you my collection of art." he coaxed.

You searched for Brij Nath, "I can't wait." you feigned excitement.

Ethan sighed, bringing your attention back to im. "hes at your eight o'clock." he muttered.

You looked around before spotting him, smiling. "found you, handsome."

"that.. you did." he took your hand and kissed your knuckles again. "shall we?"

"we shall." you smiled and moved closer to him as you followed him away from the party.

Ethan rubbed his face, closing his eyes.

He knew he had a world Saving mission to finish.

But god.

What he wouldn't give just to kiss you again.

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 9 PART 10 PART 11

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When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

A part of you believed that in another life you would've fallen for Jane.

You helped her slip into her dress, watching how it highlighted her body. Her lined eyes made her look sultry and mysterious; expressive and elegant as she slipped on her jewelry. Her gear and kevlar was secured under her dress, blending in easily and nicely.

"Thanks..what about you?" Jane turned to look at you as you zipped her up.

"ill handle it..I wanna make sure you guys are ready first.." you said quietly as you grabbed her heels. Jane stopped you, taking them from your hands. "I can do all this myself...so can the rest of the boys." she said softly.

You didnt respond, watching her gaze soften as she watched you. "You're a part of this team...yknow that right?" her rhetorical question and reassurance falling flat to your ears.

She's pitying you.

Maybe Ethan told her something about you.

Maybe she finally noticed the shit way Ethan's been treating you throughout this mission.

You stayed silent, giving her a small smile. You knew her intentions were good, but you didnt want to disrespect her by what you actually thought of that statement. You pulled away and left to the other room, grabbing your dress from the hanger.

You were already in your kevlar undersuit, so it would've taken you less than a few minutes to dress up. You took off your shirt and pants and pulled on your thigh garters and holsters. While Jane's dress was a beautiful shade of blue with unique work you're sure Ethan acquired from a designer---considering how he managed to show up with an expensive jet, new gear and a BMW super car---it wouldn't have been a surprise.

Your dress was black with gold accents, with detached sheer black lace sleeves and a necklace cut similar to janes to emphasize your assets. The gold accents followed the lines of your body, curving and highlighting your torso and hips. A small smile came to your face as you held it up as you put it on. The skirt was flowy and silky, a scandalous slit riding up for easy access to the sedative.

You moved your hair to one shoulder and held the dress against your chest as one hand reached for the zipper behind. You took a breath and closed your eyes, your fingers barely missing the low zipper than went down to your lower back.

The sudden sensation of cool fingers brushing over yours made you jolt. You turned to see Ethan in his suit standing behind you, his tie undone and blazer off. You looked at him in surprise before he gave you gentle look, a silent permission to assist.

You bit your lip and nodded once, turning your head forward as you held the dress against your chest and kept your hair away from the zipper. You felt Ethan's gaze burning into your back as he slowly slid the zipper up.

It closed snug against your body, pushing up your décolletage. Ethan moved his gaze with his knuckles as they moved from your zipper to your bare shoulders, the coldness of them making you shiver. "Thanks.." you muttered, going to grab a clip and pins to keep your hair up.

Ethan took your wrist, pulling your hand away. You looked at him confusion, watching him running his fingers through your hair and settle it for you. "Looks better like this.." he muttered, your hair settling against your shoulders and back.

You watched him, his hold on your wrist giving him access to your pulse point. Two fingers unconsciously moved over the point, he watched you carefully.

Ethan could feel what his touch was doing to you, and you didnt care.

Not anymore.

Nothing was ever gonna happen and in the long run if left unchecked your feelings will be nothing more than a distraction.

Or worse.

Ethan's gaze moved to your lips again, a slight hitch in his breath before he swallowed.

"lipstick." he muttered

"what?"

"lipstick. you used to wear it." he recalled

You pulled away, spell broken. "yeah. thanks for reminding me." you turned your back to him and went to your supply bag.

Ethan closed his eyes briefly, the feeling of the beat of your pulse still phantom in hand. He didnt say anything, deciding to walk out.

-----

Jane and brandt had entered the party together, giving them a head start on Brij Nath as Ethan and you drove up to the valet.

You didnt miss the approving look you received from Ethan when you stepped out of the car, Hair down and styled with earrings and makeup to compliment your dress. His hand rested on the small of your back as he guided you through the party.

People passed by you and smiled as you and Ethan moved through the party, pretending to mingle. Ethan leaned against a pillar as Brandt and Jane detached and walked off, "Comm check?" Ethan muttered.

Brandt passed by you, "Saturn's got you five by five Jupiter." He told Ethan.

"Neptune in position." Jane said as she moved to the buffet.

"Venus copy." You muttered.

"pluto too." Benji chimed. "why do I have to be pluto? its not even a planet anymore."

"I think Uranus is still available." Brandt said

"Haha it's funny cause you said anus! real mature." Benji scoffed.

You watched Jane as she circled the room to catch Brij Nath's attention. His eyes immediately latched onto her figure, watching her as she headed for the Bar. As you and Ethan watched, another man came up to Jane, chatting her up; as soon as he touched her, she took his hand and twisted it, slamming his head on the bar.

You swore and looked back as Brij Nath looked at her, reacting before looking away, resuming his conversation. "he thinks she's unavalaible." you told Ethan.

Jane shooed the man away, irritated. "Venus..you try." she muttered, "im not in the mood for this shit." she ordered a bourbon.

"copy." you took a deep breath, looking around for ideas.

After a minute, Ethan saw you ruffling your hair before pinching your cheeks bit. Before he could question, you grabbed one of the party sweets and move your thumb over the edible glitter, dabbing it on your lower lip before shoving the treat into Ethan's hand and walking off.

A waiter came and provided Brij Nath a phone, to which his attention was turned to the object, giving you the perfect opportunity to strike.

Ethan watched in confusion, "what are you doing y/n?" he muttered to himself.

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 8 PART 9 PART 10

-------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

"You've been to Mumbai right?"

You turned your head away from the sea and looked to see Ethan standing there, looking out as he leaned against the railing similarly as you did.

You watched him, "you're talking to me now?" you asked, before looking back out to the water. You fiddled with the rings decorating your fingers, trying to keep a steady expression.

Ethan looked at you before taking a breath. "I went to look for a new alternative." he began, "Hendricks needs a tactical satellite to use the codes..." he spoke quietly as he looked around, "the only one he'd get outside of russia, is one in Mumbai...and the only way to disable the satellite before Hendricks uses it, is through a certain multi media billionaire..." he said.

You were quiet, considering his words. "so?"

"I need someone who knows the city...knows how to get through to him." he looked at you.

"You and I both know you can get that kind of information without my assistance." you spoke carefully.

"Y/n."

You didnt turn to him, watching the waters.

"Y/n look at me." he took your arm and turned you gently.

You looked up at him as he stood close to you, his other hand cupping your other arm. Your skin lit up as he touched you, his thumb tracing the edge of the bandage on your arm.

"I'm sorry." he whispered

You blinked at him, taken a back by his words.

"You dont know how much things have changed.." he looked at you. "I just...need you to trust me." he said softly.

You watched him, his expression grave. You bit your lip, watching his eyes follow your action, his gaze stuck on your mouth before you asked; "do you trust me?"

Ethan watched you, not responding.

You closed your eyes and pulled away, disappointed but not surprised.

At least...you tried to pull away.

Ethan held onto you, one hand going to cup your cheek as he made sure you looked at him. "I do..but right now it's not about trusting you.." he whispered hesitantly. "please."

"please what?" you looked up at him, meeting his soft gaze.

You watched Ethan look over your face with an unreadable expression, his eyes half lidded as he leaned closer to you. You swallowed thickly as your eyes fluttered closed, feeling his breath touch your lips.

Soon you felt his nose touch yours, before his lips planted themselves on your cheek.

You were surprised at the action; again disappointed as butterflies fluttered in your stomach as his cheek rested next to yours. You felt childish to expect such things from Ethan at such a sensitive time; making you close your eyes and shove those expectations deep down.

"We should go...you need to stop Hendricks.." you muttered, avoiding his gaze as you stepped back.

This time, Ethan let you go from his grasp. He watched you carefully before you shoved your hands in your pockets and headed back to the location of the safehouse; mind too foggy to even care if Ethan followed back or not.

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You're on a plane to India.

Assumed Asleep. But on a plane and vigilante enough to shoot someone who doesn't feel familiar.

Ethan briefed the team on the plane not long after the jet took off. Benji and Brandt would enter the exhaust vent to the computer array, with Benji guiding Brandt using a metal plated suit. You, Ethan and Jane would infiltrate Brij Nath's party and get the codes from him using the most obvious weakness of a man; lust.

You didnt really expect much from this mission. Your complaints weren't really going to get you anywhere other than seeming like a still childish agent; you stayed quiet and in your seat, fiddling with something or the other as Ethan did his thing and concocted a plan to save the world.

Your expectations was to either run minor interference or stay as back up. You didnt believe Ethan would trust you enough to let you even do reconnaissance. You had no hope of Jane backing you up or advocating for you to be of more use. Her murder--accidental or not--of Moreau left her feeling uneasy and questioning her own instincts.

You felt for her; you've been there.

Hell, you never even left.

You went there and have been there for a while now.

But then Ethan expressed that it would be yours or Jane's job to hook him in, depending on whom his eyes catch first.

Yeah, solid plan.

Very Ethan hunt.

Your eyes were closed but anything other than sleep was on your mind. You gave yourself exercises to handle your thoughts and doubts; keeping the criticism at bay while also fighting off the questions of why Ethan asked you to trust him and how your feelings for him are coming into play and running interference.

Faintly, a conversation with Ethan and Jane's hushed voices came through.

"I dont see why y/n can't do this alone.." Jane said softly, hesitance evident in her voice.

Ethan was silent for a minute, "I trust you..you can do this." he reassured.

"A week ago I would've believed you."

There was a pause.

"i..I dont blame you...for what happened." Ethan spoke softly, his tone gentle. An arrow of envy flew and pierced your heart, a juvenile question of why he's never spoken to you in that tone. "She hurt..and took someone you cared about--thats not just something you just...let go." He spoke, his voice tinged with familiarity and experience.

The envy dissipated into empathy. You didnt know what happened after Julia's abduction. You didnt know if she made it out alive; if she made it out okay; if it was her decision to separate from Ethan or not.

You only knew that Ethan and Julia were no more.

There was another quiet moment, emotions palpable in the small space of the jet. You could feel Ethan's gaze in your direction.

"Did it make you feel better?" Jane muttered, "When you killed the men who killed your lover?"

Ethan's silence represented the shock and sorrow you felt at the news of this information.

Here you were, wallowing in your self-hatred, self-pity and juvenile feelings while Ethan had to deal with prison and loosing the love of his life. You could've been there for him if you were any less self absorbed.

"It wasn't just about her." he muttered.

Jane followed his gaze to you, before looking back to him.

"We can't change what happened...we can't fix it...no matter what we do.." He looked back to her.

His words echoed in your mind, bouncing around until they settled themselves in your thoughts permanently.

We can't change what happened.

We can't fix it.

No matter what we do.

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 7 PART 8 PART 9

-------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

After packing up from the Burj, the team needed a place to recon without worry of being seen and discuss the developments of the mission.

Namely; loosing Hendricks with active launch codes and killing the only asset the team would've had.

You stepped in and offered up your safehouse, much to the surprise of your teammates. You knew it had running water and power and was still hidden under a separate identity so you and your teammates could stay off the grid while using its facilities.

After washing up and getting a change of clothes, you found yourself wandering outside in the heat of Dubai. Ethan hadn't spoken to you directly since he bandaged your feet in the shack, and for once you were grateful for it---regardless of whatever his reason might be.

The moment in the shack kept replaying in your head, millions questions accompanying the butterflies that took home in your stomach as you thought about what happened with Ethan.

It made you wonder if being borderline fired was just warning.

It made you wonder if you shouldve been disavowed.

Your mission in Ukraine ended as terribly as one would expect. You lost the asset and Ethan had to pay the price for your mistakes as your team leader.

At least..thats how you remember it.

Ethan disappeared after Julia's abduction, three months after Ukraine.

The secretary took you off the IMF and threatened to fire you for your rash decisions that costed the mission and the asset. You were on a year long probation that would've been three years if you had not appealed for it; if the secretary didn't let you appeal for it.

During your time on probation you were allowed to travel; provided a handler knew your location at all times; what you were doing, where you were sleeping, what you were eating, what you were even wearing at times. At the time it irritated you, being watched constantly; you weren't able to sleep because your training forbade you any rest so long as you were not alone.

What you hated most about your probation was that you couldn't see Ethan.

You couldn't see any of your friends.

Your family had moved on with their lives, you lost contact with them after you joined the IMF; determined to keep them away from all the problems and ensure that they'll never become targets.

You were alone.

Your handlers forbade you from making friends. Any source of income would be budgeted based on the country you were in, and the secretary's review of your past behavior of the previous month.

It was nice to other countries and their cultures for once; to take time and live.

But it wasn't really living.

You felt like a wanted criminal.

Alone, being watched, guilt and paranoia eating away at you as you didn't know where Ethan was.

Initially, at the time you were bitter, thinking Ethan gave up on you and went to live his life with Julia.

But after enough pleading to the secretary, you found out Ethan went to Rankov Prison a month after rescuing Julia.

You were refused any further information regarding when or how or why Ethan was sent to prison. Later on into your probation you did subtle digging of you own; the most solid conclusion coming in the form of a connection to the hostiles that attacked you back in Ukraine taking the fight to Moscow; the cost of Ethan cleaning up your mess sending him to prison with the secretary being okay with it.

With probation and the prison of your own thoughts surrounding you and suffocating you, you believed Ethan shouldve been free; free to live his life with Julia while you essentially go to prison; paying for your own fuck up.

Your mistakes in Ukraine didn't just cost one life; it costed two.

Your probation was extended for another four months due to misconduct with one of your handlers in London.

You didn't mind it. It was on purpose.

You didn't feel ready to come back.

You wanted to, but you just didn't know what you'd do without Ethan.

He was your first partner.

Doing a mission without him felt like loosing one of your senses.

After your reinstating, you were still busted down from rank to Benji's level.

A novice.

An agent.

But branded as a novice none the less.

Any mission you would go on; you'd be the helper, the backup, the sitting duck.

You didn't know if it was a cruel joke or irony that led your first mission to be breaking Ethan Hunt out of a Russian prison.

But it didnt matter when you felt like all the work you did to get better as an agent was null and void as soon as you were left alone with Ethan.

It made you wonder if Ethan shoudve benched you regardless.

It made you wonder if the secretary made a mistake going easy on you.

Ethan commenting on you really needing to follow orders wasn't unwarranted.

You had an unfortunate track record of not following orders that didnt help your case when it was reviewed by the secretary.

You ended up on the creek side of Dubai, unsure what your teammates were up to. A part of you thought that they'd leave you behind and move onto the next phase of the plan--whatever it may be after the failure that occurred at the Burj.

But another part of you hoped that Ethan would chase you down.

Tell you that he was wrong for undermining you.

Tell you that he saw your hard work.

Tell you that he forgave you.

It was pathetic how much you cared for his approval and attention; it was very unbecoming of an agent.

Doubts and self criticism kept crashing like waves against rocks; your mind so fuddled with thoughts that it would've alarmed a previous version of you to see how unable you were to keep a clear head.

You thought about telling Jane you're dropping out of this mission.

You'd think she'd understand.

Ethan would probably think it was a good riddance, cutting loose ends; getting rid of the liability.

The older version of you would want to fight to prove yourself to Ethan, tell him to shove it and that youre seeing this mission through whether he liked it or not.

That same version came alive many times during your time in Dubai. Even through it was mostly to argue with Ethan, or to want to punch him; it brought a sense of happiness to you to know that you can still feel things that used to be; to know that the old version of you and Ethan is still alive somewhere.

Somewhere in another life, still bickering, still challenging, still joking around and laughing,

Maybe even loving each other.

If fate had been any kinder.

There could've been a future where you and Ethan were lovers.

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 6 PART 7 PART 8

-------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

You ran after Wistrom, leaving Ethan to catch up with you. You kept running after him, seeing the sandstorm hovering over you as you spotted Ethan.

He caught up to you, "I told you to go!" he said. "shut up and help me track him." you said, running through the road and following Wistrom through some bushes. The shrubs scratched at your legs as the sandstorm blinded you and Ethan.

You saw Ethan stop momentarily as you did too, the sand getting into your eyes. when you tried to clear your eyes Ethan was gone, and so was wistrom. You cursed and followed in the presumed direction, seeing two male figures running through a market.

You looked around for another alternative, spotting a car. You grabbed a pair of sunglasses and a cloth to cover your face from the market, and hopped into the car, stealing the keys from the Arab man near you. You drove and looked for the end of the market.

As you drove around in the storm, you eventually were able to catch sight of Ethan ontop of a car; probably wistrom's car. you cursed and chased after them, watching the car swerve to try and get Ethan off as he punched Wistrom through the window.

The car went under a metal tarp, making Ethan let go and Tumble onto the road. you swerved and stopped the car, getting out and grabbing him, "you okay?" you helped him up.

Ethan shook his head and held up a torn off mask, making you look at it, "okay. cmon. we have to catch up." you dragged him to the car. The two of you got back in, chasing after the tracker as Ethan gave you instructions from the device.

"where is he Ethan?" you yelled through the storm as you served through the traffic.

"he's coming on towards us." he responded.

You cursed again, knowing what Ethan was planning to do. "on three?"

"yeah. One--"

"--two--" you sped up

"three!" the two of you jumped from the car as it rammed into Wistrom's car, flipping it over. both of you covered yourselves as it crashed on the road, upside down.

You checked the car, finding no body. You saw Ethan run past you, slightly limping as he caught sight of Wistrom's figure. You followed suit, watching from a distance as Ethan struggled to keep up. Wsitrom grabbed onto the railing of an oncoming truck and hopped on, turning to face you and Ethan as you tried to keep up.

He watched the two of you before ripping off the rest of his mask; Hendricks scowling at you two before throwing it down. The truck took off while you and Ethan stumbled, your feet sore and bloody from the barefoot chase. You caught up to Ethan as he stood defeated, sighing.

You grabbed his shoulder, making him look at you. He didn't say anything as the two of you walked off to find shelter till the sandstorm cleared.

As you headed to an abandoned store, Ethan pulled off his cloth and looked at your feet, "youre bleeding." he stated. You shook your head and pulled off yours, "im fine--" you didn't get to finish before you were lifted into his arms. "Ethan--" you yelped in surprise as he held you easily and walked the rest of the way to the shack.

Your arms moved around his shoulders as he walked, entering the store and setting you on the counter. He took off his goggles and shook the sand out from his hair, you doing the same and letting your hair down. "You really need to learn how to follow orders." he muttered, before looking around for something.

"I had to go after him, and we would've lost him long time back if I didn't get the car." you said softly, watching him return with a water bottle and some arabic scarves.

"yeah well we lost him anyway and you got hurt. again." he took off his blazer. He took one of the scarves and soaked it with water. He dabbed your feet, watching you flinch before trying to hold back a hiss from the pain.

"that's--not fair." you said, biting your lip tightly as he kneeled infront of you. Ethan looked tired and frustrated and a part of you hated that you that there were intrusive thoughts of how good he looked to you from this angle. "if it wasn't for the storm this wouldn't have happened at all. and if you didn't try to bench me every chance you had we would've--ah!" you let out of a soft grunt as he wrapped your feet with the rest of the scarves.

"so now we're blaming the weather and me?" he sassed, his gaze narrowing up to you and looking over your torn dress and skid wound on your arm.

"im not blaming the weather." you frowned, "right, just like how you didn't blame me for crashing the bike that the secretary said you could borrow for a mission." he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smirk.

You pressed your lips together, "that's different. that was before you kept undermining me infront of everyone and benching me every chance you got. im not a kid Ethan. I dont need to be treated like one." you spoke.

Ethan rose and put his hands on either side of your body, resting them on the counter as he leaned in, looking at you in scrutiny. "I have my reasons to want you out of action. if it was an option I would've benched you in russia." he muttered.

Your heart stuttered at his voice and the close contact, while your mind screamed at the hurt you felt from his words.

"That's not fair Ethan.." you whispered hesitantly.

"What's not fair?" he rumbled, looking over your face.

"The way you treat me. the way you've been speaking to me. I know I deserve it but I thought at least for the mission you could've put it aside...especially infront of our teammates...im not asking you to--" you cut yourself off when you felt his breath hit your lips.

Ethan's gaze was hard as he watched your lips, the curve of your cupid's bow, the shadow and lines of your lower lip; adrenaline's still running through him and between loosing Hendricks and your disobedience, its very unlikely he's actually listening to anything you've said past "Ethan"

You gripped the counter, unsure of what to do. You've not seen him like this before, you can't tell if the next move he'll make will make or break you. A part of you knew that Ethan wouldn't hurt you, he never has and probably never will; but you've also seen what he's capable of when he believes his anger is justified. You could feel your body heat up when his icy gaze moved from your lips to your eyes, his jaw clenched as if he's daring you to say another word.

If you were younger, you would've taken him up on that challenge.

If you trusted yourself, you would've pushed these unmentioned limits that have been set.

If you didn't have the same fear you did back in Moscow, you would've been the one to put him in his place.

All at once, guilt floods into you again, dam breaking from the crack the fear had caused.

All at once, you yield and cease your argument, hoping to catch a form of reprieve as the only breath of air you can think of from your flooding thoughts is a kiss from Ethan himself.

A silent reassurance, of your bridge with him having a hope of being rebuilt from its ashes.

You felt his breath caress your lips once again, before he pulled away.

"Fix your arm. then we'll move out." he put the extra scarves in your lap and grabbed his goggles, walking out of the shack.

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 5 PART 6 PART 7

-------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

You, Ethan and Brandt slowly entered the room in apprehension. You instantly took note of the armed men in the room, scrutinizing the three of you just like Moreau did.

Her gaze landed on you.

"which one of you is Wistrom?" she asked, looking to Ethan and Brandt.

Ethan looked at Brandt before looking at her, "I am..I..admire your work.." he flashed a charming smile. Moreau didn't return the smile, a faint smirk only itching its way up her face. "who's this?" she gestured to you with her gaze.

Ethan looked at you, "she's my insurance. here to authenticate the codes." he moved closer to Moreau.

She stepped away from him and sat down, speaking in French to her bodyguards. They moved infront of Ethan, you and Brandt, patting the three of you down for weapons.

You felt irritation rumble through you as Moreau ran her gaze over Ethan, lingering over his face and chest. The irritation doubled when one of her men 'patted' you down more 'thoroughly'. As you averted your eyes in order to restrain yourself from punching the man who's practically groping you, you didn't notice Ethan's eyes slide over to you and the subtle clench of his jaw.

They handed Brandt's and Ethan phones to Moreau, who scrutinized the three of you further before nonchalantly asking you to sit.

As you and Ethan sat, Brandt stood behind Ethan, hands behind his back and stiff as if he himself were a bodyguard. The fact that Ethan is more willing to put an analyst as his wingman than you because of trust issues isn't lost on you, but you weren't really sure you could keep complaining when you yourself know the reason behind his cautiousness.

"Where are my codes?" Ethan sat back.

Moreau met his smirk with her own, "Where are my diamonds?"

Your eyes kept falling between Moreau and Ethan, and then further to her bodyguards and Brandt, studying the body language of all the individuals in the room till your attention was needed to play the part.

"Close by." you heard Ethan respond.

Moreau watched him, "No diamonds, no codes."

Ethan titled his head and mimicked her accent, "No codes, no diamonds."

Moreau watched him before moving her gaze to Brandt, "kill him."

"we didn't come alone." Ethan immediately spoke as her men started for Brandt. "he's just one of many. That hallway out there is a kill box."

"you know who we work for." Brandt chimed.

"we come back with the codes, or we dont come back." Ethan finished

Moreau considered his words, "how good is your back up?" she looked at Brandt before looking back to Ethan.

"the best." He responded.

The sound of the French woman's laugh made you want to get revenge on Jane's behalf. And the feeling only increased when you remembered Jane is listening in as Moreau said, "I've killed the best."

Ethan watched her, "doesn't matter. you want payment? I want guarantees." he demanded, his tone turning colder. "when she's authenticated the codes, I'll make the call and you get diamonds."

"that or.." he looked around, "we all go home in buckets." he shrugged, "nobody leaves this hotel alive."

Moreau watched Ethan's expression, quiet. She looked at her men, "get the papers."

You watched her men get the folder, handing it to Moreau. She opened the file and handed the papers to you, her gaze moving over your body before settling on your face. there was a faint squint as she looked at you, before her eyes flitted over to Ethan as she let you look over the papers.

Tension grew thick in the air as you silently went over the papers, blinking twice for each page for the camera to copy. You feigned timidness as everyone's eyes remained on you, trying to keep your head down.

As you finished it, you looked at Ethan, nodding slightly. A lock of your hair fell out from your ponytail, covering the side of your face. Ethan grabbed the phone from the table and called Benji, demanding him to bring the diamonds.

Your hands fell back on your lap as one of her men took the papers from you and kept it infront of Moreau, his hand brushing across your chest. You looked at him briefly, watching him have a stoic expression before returning to his original position. You bit your tongue, careful not to reveal any facial expression to Moreau.

The sound of door being knocked provided a minor sense of relief. The bodyguard opened the door and received a tea cup and saucer from benji, and then took it to Moreau. You watched the diamonds sparkle as they rolled out of the cup and onto her palm.

A visible expression of satisfaction grew on Moreau's face as she checked the diamonds.

"Wistrom has the launch codes he's on the move." Jane's voice came through the comms.

Neither of you reacted as you continued to watch Moreau admire the diamonds. Finally, she slid them into her handbag, a pleased smile on her face as she looked at Ethan. She stood up, and moved to you, Ethan watching her movement carefully.

"I dont mind doing business with you again." she looked at Ethan before looking at you, "a beautiful face shouldn't be hidden." her smile dropped slightly as she ran her fingers to your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. You hesitated, unsure what her motive was as she held your chin. Her smile dropped when you met her gaze, to which she snapped in french. "kill them!". She stepped away and grabbed her bag, running out as her men attacked the three of you.

"Moreau's on the move!" You said, fighting off one of the men who grabbed you.

"I've got her." you heard Jane respond almost immediately.

"Jane--" Ethan began, fighting off the hostiles, "she's an asset---I need----her----alive--!" he punctuated as he fought. "acknowledge." he snapped, "acknowledge!" he tried again through comms.

"uh Ethan, Wistrom's in the elevator...I can't see Leonid though.." Benji's voice was heard.

You shrugged off your heels and jacket, "im going after wistrom." you took down another hostile headed for the door. "Y/n wait!" Ethan tried to stop you, slowed down by the assailants attacking him and Brandt.

"benji direct me to Wistrom, slow him down, ill catch up from there." you said as you headed to the elevators. "copy." he replied

"Benji I've got a lock on Wistrom but I can't tell, is he still in the elevators?" you heard Ethan ask through comms as you exited the elevators, finding wistrom not too far from you. You kept your distance from him as you followed.

You could only hear garbled and broken words as you got out of range from the radio signal, unable to rely on comms. You maintained your sights on Wistrom, before you felt Ethan grab your arm. "go back to the suite." Ethan demanded quietly, looking between you and Wistrom.

"Ethan what the actual fuck? let go now before we loose wistrom!" you whisper yelled at him.

"go back now. youre gonna get caught either way. rendezvous with Jane and brandt." he demanded as Wistrom got further away.

"Ethan this is ridiculous--"

"just Shut up for one second and follow orders!" he snapped at you.

You grit your teeth, "im only letting this go cause we'll loose wistrom. after this im gonna fucking kill you." you shoved him away and started towards the elevators.

As you reached the elevators you heard the sound of a gunshot going off, turning your head you saw Ethan fighting off two Russians on an escalator.

And what's worse, wistrom had taken off running.

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 4 PART 5 PART 6

-------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

You returned out to see Benji and Brandt watching Ethan, Jane returned into the suite with the service uniform, "where's Ethan?" she looked around.

The three of you pointed out to the open window, making her sigh. "You've gotta be kidding me." she muttered. You went to start up the mask synthesizer, inputting Moreau and Wistrom's facial scans into the computer.

"what the hell is that?" you heard Brandt speak, making you look up. As you approached the window, you noticed what looked to be a cloud hovering over the city, coming its way to your position. You heard Ethan's voice crackle through comms, "yeah..what the hell is that?" he asked.

You looked at it before looking to the direction where Ethan would be, "it's a sandstorm. happens often here. its a long way out, you should be able to get back before it comes anywhere near us." you spoke into the comms.

Benji returned to his laptop as Jane paced. After a bit of tense silence you heard Ethan speak. "im at server level."

You stayed silent as benji began working on his laptop, you could hear the sound of Ethan using the glass cutter, before a loud spark went through the comms. You heard a thumping noise before Ethan grunting harshly. "Ethan--Ethan are you alright?" you asked immediately, "Ethan?"

He panted, "Yeah--Yeah..just a slight--" he grunted, "--hiccup." he panted.

You bit your lip and let out a quiet sigh of relief. In a minute or so you heard thumping before glass breaking. "Im in." He voiced.

"that's great Ethan, you're halfway home." Benji spoke.

You went off and paced as Ethan informed about locating the server. Benji confirmed over controlling the cameras and elevators, before Jane grabbed the tools. "time to redecorate. Y/n you drive and look out for wistrom and Moreau." She said. You nodded and went over to the computer, as Benji and Jane left.

You cursed as you saw the familiar blonde appear to the elevators not even five minutes after they left. "Moreau is ahead of schedule--shes at the elevators." you informed Jane and Benji.

Ethan's voice came through comms, "we can't open this thing can we?" he asked. You switched the cameras, "the doors? no. but you need to get down here.."

Ethan took a breath and looked around. Jane rushed into the room to take off her blazer, Brandt kept an eye out for Ethan from the window, "we're not gonna make it--" "--we have to. get Ethan down here." Jane looked at you.

"Ethan..you gotta be quick." you spoke into comms. "Ethan do you copy?" you tried again at the lack of response. You took a breath when you heard the glass shattering through his comms. "oh god please dont do something stupid." you muttered into comms.

"It's either stupid or we dont make it in time." you heard before you could hear him panting. You went to the window next to Brandt and Jane to see Ethan hanging from a line, held tightly at his waist a couple meters above your window.

You eyed him, "your line's not long enough genius!" you yelled out.

Ethan huffed, "no shit smartass!" he looked around.

You watched him before yelling out. "Maneuver six!"

"what?!"

"Maneuver Six Hunt!"

"You're crazy!"

"Dont call me crazy when you invented it!" you yelled back.

You saw Ethan pant before running in the opposite direction, you moved Jane and Brandt back before you saw Ethan swinging towards the window.

The three of you held your breaths as Ethan detached from the line, jumping towards you. You gasped as he hit the top of the window and fell, leaping to grab his leg. Brandt grabbed yours and Jane grabbed His, holding on tight as the three of you grunted.

You looked at Ethan, "should've let me do it." you grit, watching him pull up to grab your shoulder and climb. Brandt pulled you back, making you pull Ethan as well, bringing the two of you away from the edge. The four of you let go of each other and sat back, panting.

Benji returned, "woah..that was not easy.." he sighed as he came over, "I didn't think I was gonna make it in time...but I did it.." he took a breath as the four of you stared at him. "did I miss something?" he looked at you.

You shook your head and stood up, moving past Ethan as his gaze followed you.

Ethan, Jane and Brandt stood up as well, with Ethan following in your direction to go change. Your gaze fell on him, making sure he had no injuries as he took off his gear. You looked away when he looked at you, walking off to check on the mask synthesis.

Jane and Brandt tested the photography lenses and the case, watching the printing numbers get scrambled.

You changed out into a skirt and top, grabbing the heels and slipping them on.

When Ethan emerged from the room in a shirt and trousers, Benji went to him, "are you sure I shouldn't wear a mask? yknow.. cause im not exactly Omar Sharriff--" he cut. himself off as Ethan shot him a look, "ill play it French. this is your tracking device and this is what you're tracking." he handed Ethan a phone and a paper.

Ethan looked at it, "paperclip?"

"no its the paper, its covered in isotopes so that---its so that you can still track them even if the papers switch briefcases--"

"--range?"

"not that good, its best if you dont let Wistrom out of your sight--Is that Wistrom?" Benji turned his attention to the computer. "Who's that with him?" Ethan asked, Benji shook his head, "I dont know--we dont have an uplink I can't facial scan him."

Ethan lifted the laptop before turning it to Brandt. You looked at the screen, "who is that with him?" Ethan asked again. Brandt stared at him before speaking, "Leonid Lisernker. Polish born cryptographer. he redesigned Russia's nuclear security after the cold war."

You watched Leonid with Wistrom, "he's here to authenticate the launch codes." you finished.

"Yes he is we are blown." Jane rubbed her head.

"we're not blown." Ethan shook his head.

"We will be once he sees the counterfeit launch codes." Brandt said

"We're not blown." he insisted, "he's in the elevator." Benji announced. Ethan looked at him, "delay them--" "--I'll try my best."

"Benji how long would it take you to reprogram the case?"

"Uh a couple of seconds... what for?"

"to make an exact copy of the launch codes."

You looked at him, "Ethan--"

"You can't do that." Brandt watched him.

"Wistrom's on 22."

"slow him down." Ethan didn't look at anyone. You could see the gears turning in his head as he formulated a plan.

"Ethan hold on--youre talking about handing over active nuclear launch codes to wistrom?--"

"--yes yes--reprogram the case!"

Brandt moved in-between the case and Benji, "Wait stop! you're not thinking clearly--youre fixating--"

Ethan looked at him and lunged for the case, but Brandt grabbed it and moved it to the window, extending his arm. "Its not gonna happen.. I won't let it.."

"Brandt" you took a step towards him.

"Brandt use your head--the mission is not the codes the mission is Hendricks--"

He looked at Ethan, "Then just let it play out, give him bad codes, neutralize him."

You looked at him, "you know that won't work...failure to a terrorist is just a rehearsal for success.." you said gently. Brandt looked between you and Ethan, his arm still extended out the window.

"we loose Hendricks today--he shows up somewhere else tomorrow--he finds another way--with no IMF to stop him--" the urgency in Ethan's voice evident as he took a step. "its now or never--brandt give us the case--"

Brandt stepped back further. "nothing can be left to chance you said that!"

"you're the analyst, tell me there's not another way for Hendricks to get those codes---tell me that this is his only avenue--right here, right now, today-- you tell me that and ill walk away." Ethan argued.

A loud mechanical whirring and beeping cut the tension, you went to check on the mask synthesizer, your breath catching your throat as you looked at the destroyed masks. You looked at the rest of the team and shook your head.

Ethan's gaze flitted between you and Jane. "we go without. Y/n stay with me--"

"what?"

"without masks?!" benji exclaimed

"Jane needs to go solo. Brandt--"

"Ethan--" you began

"we have no choice."

"Ethan you'd be walking in on Moreau..unarmed, face first. literally. Jane needs backup incase Wistrom tries something." you argued.

"No. Jane can handle Wistrom. we dont know that Moreau and wistrom have met. You come with me, authenticate the codes." Ethan didn't look at you before looking at Brandt.

Brandt looked at him, "dammit." he handed him the case.

He handed it to Benji, who began reprogramming it.

You went to grab the spare lenses and put it on, "Ethan--let Brandt do it--even if Jane can handle him, what if something goes wrong?" you looked at him.

He didn't meet your gaze, "no. you're staying where I can see you. we dont have time to argue." he grabbed his blazer and put it on.

"this is bullshit Ethan and you know it."

"I dont care." he snapped and moved past you.

You grit your teeth as Benji handed Jane the case.

You, Brandt and Ethan headed for the stairwell while Jane left to the other room.

As the three of you approached the room, you caught sight of Ethan's goggles and grabbed his arm, stopping him. you pulled it off and shoved in his jacket pocket, fixing his hair before turning him back to the door. He blinked confused, before remaining his composure.

You took a breath as you stood behind them, watching Ethan knock on the door.

The door opened to show the stoic expression of Moreau, who watched the three of you.

"Who's this?"

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

-------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

You haven't spoken much to Ethan since you landed in Dubai. On one hand, it was hilariously stupid that one tiny statement that he had made--for the greater good--had affected you as much as it did.

But it wasn't just the statement.

You had overhead benji and Ethan talking as he explained the tech needed to pull the mission off. Perhaps Ethan didn't know you were listening, perhaps he didn't care. But it only added salt into your wounds when he was asked why you couldn't double Moreau or even go with Jane to meet Wistrom, his only answer was, "she's not reliable. its better she's within my sight." before he forced Benji to drop the subject.

Now, as the five of you got dressed and gathered your bags of equipment, ready to head into the Burj Hotel in pairs.

As you walked in, you and the men checked in and headed up to the room while Jane broke off and disappeared through the staff entrance.

Brandt and Benji set up the equipment as You and Ethan secured the room and unpacked the equipment.

"34 minutes to door knock." Brandt informed as he set his phone down against Benji's laptop. Benji cleared his throat. "we have a slight wrinkle...nothing to um worry about but...we're just gonna have to go through the server room from the outside."

You and Ethan looked at him, "what?" you said at the same time. You looked at each other before looking back at benji.

He shifted in his seat, "well the fire wall's server on this building is military grade. this would be a cinch if I could call Yousef at HQ but Yousef doesn't exist anymore and neither do we..." he said, "y/n and I could hack it but it would take too long.."

"then hardwire in." you suggested, going to his laptop and bending a bit to check the screen. "There's four layers of next gen security between us and the server room, there's no way we can get to it from inside." he looked at you.

You looked over the firewall as Brandt spoke, "if we can't get to the server, we don't control the elevators, we don't control the security cameras. this operation's over before it even begins." he sighed and stepped away.

"im telling you we can get to it from outside." benji looked at Ethan.

"we?" Ethan repeated.

You pulled away and ran a hand through your hair, looking over the view. You bit your lip as you heard Benji speak.

"Im on the computer."

"im just the...the helper." Brandt added.

You looked over the windows beside your room as Ethan stayed silent, "what floor is it on?" you asked.

"130."

"Vent ducts?" Ethan asked. Benji shook his head, "pressure sensitive."

"not enough time." Brandt added.

"Elevator shaft?"

"infrared sensors."

"Not enough time."

You looked at benji before going to the equipment, rummaging through the bag. "What are you doing?" Ethan followed you. You grabbed the case of the suction gloves and opened it, throwing one of the gloves against the window to test if it works.

It powered up and stuck to the glass with an electrical whine.

Ethan looked at you as he narrowly dodged your shot. His gaze perplexed. "we climb---I climb. those gloves are designed to hold on and stick onto anything." You explained as you went to pull the glove off.

"that's crazy you're not doing that." Ethan grabbed your arm.

You jerked at his grip, "I can do it. I've done it before. before Sydney." you looked at him and met his eyes. "no. you're not doing it. there should be another way."

"there isn't and even if there is, it will not be fast enough to connect the cameras and change the room numbers before Moreau or Wistrom get here." You stated.

Ethan's gaze flitted around as he tried to figure out another alternative.

"Ethan let go. I can do this." you tried to reassure.

"No. I'll do it. if one of us is making this climb it's me." he grabbed the gloves from you. "Ethan." you looked at him, "better him than you y/n" Benji muttered as he looked at the computer.

"what?" you looked at him

Benji looked at you in surprise, "no I mean--" he was interrupted by Brandt, "it doesn't matter we're wasting time. Benji come help me remove the glass." he grabbed the glass cutter before Ethan turned to change out of his suit.

You stood there in silence, feeling your skin on fire and your blood slowly boil at your dismissal. You're a goddamn agent. You were one of the best. Suddenly it's all too easy to dismiss you? just cause you messed up? you paid your price and you worked yourself to the bone to get reinstated. You had enough doubts of yourself to worry about other than Ethan fucking Hunt undermining you infront of your teammates.

Shoving down your feelings, you took a deep breath, "okay. you need some more gear..shoes..goggles.." you muttered quietly as you followed Ethan. He didn't respond to you, focusing on Benji and Brandt as he took off his shirt. You bit the inside of your cheek as you grabbed a black shirt from your bag of extra clothes and handed it to him, keeping your gaze away as he took off his trousers.

You could see anxiety settle into Ethan's expression as he put on the rest of his gear. he stared at his gloves as Benji returned to his side and briefed him on the server room floor.

You stepped back and crossed your arms as you watched them, Ethan approaching the window with apprehension. He tested the glove on the glass before putting the rest of his body out the window.

You held your breath seeing Ethan hanging, before he continued to move and slowly climb.

You saw Benji take a seat infant of his computer, while Brandt watched him.

Rubbing the back of your neck, you headed into the bedroom and sat down, gripping your skirt as you took a deep breath.

He's done this before. He'll be fine. He's Ethan.

Your Ethan.

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

-------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

"Y/N you have to get out of here." Ethan demanded amongst the gunfire.

"and leave you? don't be ridiculous, I can do this. we have the asset, we can finish this." you said as you shot at the hostiles.

"you're not in a position to fight---shit." he slammed his comms as the signal cut out. "y/n?! y/n? do you copy?!" he yelled, fighting off the hostiles as quick as possible as he tried to get to your location."Luther I need y/n's location. Luther do you copy?" he tried again.

You grabbed the asset and dragged her to hide, "stay down. I'll be back." you told her.

"y/n watch out!" she yelled.

---

Your gaze was blank and stuck on the floor as Jane went through the contingency plan in the cart. You knew Ethan would get here, the three of you knew that there's no possible way that Ethan wouldn't make it to your position before the train starts moving.

But it didn't help matters that there's been zero contact from him.

In your years of working with him, he's always found a way to contact you, to let you know he's alive.

Maybe the time in Rankov prison changed that, but a part of you was worried.

"y/n are you listening?" Jane interrupted your thoughts. "Yeah.. yeah once Ethan gets here..further instructions will follow..." you stood up and let down your hair from your ponytail, massaging your head.

"If there is something occupying your mind you need to talk about it. I need your full attention...we can't afford any mistakes." She went infront of you, making you look at her. "Jane--" "Its probably about Ethan." Benji muttered absentmindedly.

You shot a look at him.

"what?" he looked up, "sorry im just blabbering..i was waiting for Ethan to come back and I figured you might be doing the same...cause...yknow.." he shrugged.

You clenched your fists at your sides as Jane looked back to you. "Is there something I should know about you and Ethan Agent L/n?" her tone was accusatory.

"no. nothing. I used to work with Ethan before he went to prison." you stated. The security system of the train car went off. you and Jane grabbed the guns as the door opened. An unknown man entered before he grabbed onto Ethan and pulled him in.

"Ethan?" you looked at him.

He looked at you as he stood up, you and Jane lowering the guns. "thank god you're not dead!" Benji stood up and went to him.

"who's this?" Jane asked, eyeing the unknown man.

"Agents Carter, l/n, and dunn, this is agent Brandt, chief analyst." he went to the monitor and plugged in a flash drive, accessing it.

You and Jane went over to agent Brandt and checked him, before the screens began playing a speech of a man in Swedish with a translation playing.

Your attention drifted between Ethan and the man on the screen, handing him a fresh shirt. As he took off his dripping jacket you saw the result of the explosion and what you could only assume was some sort of escape from hostiles; his body littered with wounds and bruises.

Ethan kept his gaze away from you as he pulled on his shirt. As much as he avoided looking at you, his peripheral vision provided him with the sight of your own injury from the blast. Your jaw bruised and a healing wound over your ear. He stopped and stared at it.

You took a breath, covering it with your hand, "not as bad as it looks...I got out on time.." you reassured. Ethan's eyes met yours briefly before he turned to the phone, grabbing it and accessing a secure communication line.

You went and provided a change of clothes for Brandt, the four of you listening to the speech the Swedish man was giving. Each sentence more horrifying than the last, the look in his eyes detached as he tried to sell the idea of a nuclear war being used for human progression and peace.

"IMF now believes this man, Kurt Hendricks, is a nuclear extremist. Codename, Cobalt." Ethan went to stand beside you as he spoke to everyone. "Today he was seen leaving the Kremlin, with what is likely a nuclear launch device...." he changed the screen, "Two days ago, Sabine Moreau killed one of our agents in Budapest and relieved him of nuclear launch codes...Intel indicates she will check in to the Burj Hotel in Dubai in 36 hours...Marius Wistrom is a known operative of Cobalt, he's on enroute to Dubai to buy the codes from Moreau...Cobalt needs those codes for the launch device to work..." He took a pause.

The three of you looked at Ethan as he took a breath, "The secretary...is dead..." he said. You, Jane and Benji exchanged looks as Brandt stayed quiet, presumedly in shock. "The president has invoked Ghost Protocol....We're shut down..no satellite...safehouse...support or extraction..." he looked at everyone, before stopping his gaze on you.

"the five of us..and the contents of this car..are all that remains of the IMF.." Ethan looked down at the floor, gripping the remote. "And as of this moment, any action is unsanctioned so if you want out.....speak now."

What would've been a defining silence was disturbed by the sound of the train car moving, but no one spoke. Ethan's eyes flitted between the four of you, before he continued after a bit.

"Our mission is Hendricks...we're all that stands between him and his goal. Everyone connected to this man is considered an asset with valuable information about our target. No one can know we're still online..We lose Hendricks now..We lose him forever." He said.

You looked at the photo of Hendricks, "So..whats the play?" Jane asked.

"Wistrom will take delivery from Moreau in 36 hours...now we cannot let those codes leave the hotel but we need Wistrom to lead us back to Hendricks--"

"--he can only do that if he has the codes--" Brandt interrupted

"or if he thinks he has them." you corrected.

Ethan continued, "our objective is to intercept the sale...replace the authentic codes with counterfeits--"

"and follow Wistrom to Hendricks." Jane finished, making him nod at her.

Benji stood up, "well that's simple enough, we snatch codes, we gin up some fakes, Jane or y/n doubles Moreau and sell the codes to Wistrom and bob's your uncle." he clapped his hands and stood next to Jane.

You were about to speak, before Ethan said, "Jane will double Moreau. Not Y/n." he stated. You looked at him in surprise, "why not? ive done it before." you looked at Ethan.

He didn't meet your look, instead shaking his head. "Jane is better. she'll follow through." he said. Benji, Jane and Brandt looked at you after he said that. You closed your mouth and pressed your lips together, biting down your argument.

Tension rose in the air, before Brandt took a breath and asked, "how do you propose we snatch the codes from Moreau?"

"we take her out." Jane said immediately.

You moved back from the team and took a seat, watching them. Benji shrugged, "yeah take her out. But yknow...discreetly."

"discreetly?"

Ethan looked at Benji as he said. "Yeah." he shrugged before looking at Ethan, "right she's an asset. Right, I get it." he said before he saw the look Jane gave him, "Sorry. nothing left to chance he said, im just spitballing here." he fumbled, "yknow its not all gonna be gold."

Ethan watched them, "we don't touch Wistrom. or Moreau." he looked at Jane, "she'll answer for Hanaway but it has to be when I say. After we hit Hendricks." he went over to her.

Jane stayed quiet as you watched them, gnawing on your lower lip, your mind overworking by Ethan's statement. You lowered your gaze back to the floor. "y/n and Benji get us transport to the UAE." Jane said after taking a deep breath.

You stood up and went to work, ignoring Ethan's immediate dismissal and urgency to go pack with Brandt and Jane.

it wasn't personal right?

Doesn't matter. He doesn't trust you.

Why does it matter when you trust yourself?

It matters because it means you're a liability.

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

-------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

As you and Ethan walked into the Kremlin, you couldn't shake the feeling of something going on that the team isn't aware of. A part of you supposed that the only reason you feel the way you do is because of your proximity to Ethan and your role in this mission with him.

You knew you were a capable agent and you had faith in your abilities; you had served your time to rebuilt your trust in your instincts after the incident that happened, after you were benched from the team and had your file and skills as an agent reevaluated.

As you and Ethan cleared the metal detector and security check, you followed him up and held onto the case, feeling a minor sense of relief once the barriers had been cleared.

"General."

You and Ethan stopped in your tracks.

"I am Major Egorov."

You and Ethan turned to look at the Major standing behind the desk. He looked at Ethan, "your documents."

Ethan slowly went over to him, with you following suit. Russian rolled off his tongue as he spoke deeply, "you should know your boss." he stated, staring him down as he handed him his identification.

The two of you held your breaths as he ran it through the system.

You swallowed as Benji's voice crackled in your ear, "almost there. give it a few seconds." he reassured you and Ethan.

"I can't find you." the major spoke, hesitant under Ethan's gaze. His eyes slid over to you before benji spoke again, "try now." he said

"Please Run it again." You spoke slowly, feigning timidness from both the general and the major.

The major shot a look at you before looking back to Ethan's stare, before trying again. As soon as he did so, the identification came up confirmed.

"Excuse me general..I didn't recognize you." the major spoke immediately, saluting him. Ethan shot him a look before walking off with you on his tail. As you walked past the soldiers who saluted Ethan, you heard him speak again when you were out of sight and earshot, "your Russian is rusty." he said quietly, staring ahead as he walked. Your eyes were subtly scanning the area as you followed him, "I haven't been practicing." you answered.

Soon you and Ethan hurried down towards the archive room, using a decoder to get past the doors and providing Benji a direct route to mess with the cameras.

You went to check the private who was sitting at the desk, aiming the tiny camera towards him. As you focused on getting a clear view and checking the tablet screen, a presence and warm breath near your neck and collar made your hair stand up.

Ethan looked over your shoulder and at the screen as you tensed up, warmth radiating from his body over to yours. Your breath stuttered as you tried to keep focused, unsure on how you felt so out of practice after months over re-training yourself to be a good--if not better---agent.

The sound of the telephone going off felt too loud amongst your cluttered thoughts, ceasing its noise as soon as the private picked up the receiver and spoke into it. You didn't notice the shake of your hand as you went to grab the mimicry tool, feeling Ethan's hand cover yours and steady your hold on the tool.

Your eyes closed as he looked at you in silent concern, swallowing down your frustration with yourself and how your body was reacting to feeling Ethan's warmth and touch on you, "im sorry.." you whispered, looking down at his hand on yours. His knuckles were still scarred and bruised, the mere sight of it, regardless of how many times its appeared and how normal it was, making your heart ache.

"Look at me." he whispered quietly.

Easier said than done.

You hesitated before slowly moving your gaze up to him. "im fine." you muttered, looking over his eyes.

He was about to speak before the two of you heard the receiver turn to the telephone. You moved your hand slowly out of his grasp and looked at the tablet, before raising the tool and clicking it.

Drip Drops began to echo the hall, confusing the private as he stood up to go check the restroom.

Ethan rushed to put the screen up, before you followed and connected the tablet to the screen, letting it sync and project just the private returned from mini investigation.

You pressed the tool again, distracting him to check somewhere else for the source of the sound, making you and Ethan push forward. You followed his lead before you stopped, freezing in place he looked at the screen; confused.

The private left to check again, and Ethan signaled you to freeze the image on the screen so that it doesn't reflect you or Ethan moving across the camera.

As you ensured the camera scanned the area, the camera caught the edge of your head. You found yourself suddenly tugged into Ethan's grasp as the Private turned to the hallway quicker than estimated. He stared down at the screen, making you and Ethan hold your breaths as he held you close against him, frozen so as to not make any sudden moves. Your fingers tightened around his jacket before the screen set in place, the private sitting down at his desk again. Ethan's hand slowly left the small of your back and moved over the camera, testing it.

When the private showed no reaction, the tension from your body dissipated abit, letting out a silent sigh as you closed your eyes briefly and leaned against him. Ethan steadied you, looking into your eyes with a silent question. You looked at him and nodded, "im sorry...go." you mouthed as you slowly let go of him. He didn't move, one hand staying on your hip and the other on the small of you back. He looked at you before looking at the private, then letting go.

The absence of his warmth woke your brain from its stupor, making return to the process of criticizing your mistake and how even a new field agent wouldn't have made such a dumb mistake.

Ethan left to enter the archive room as you secured the tablet back in its place.

After a minute you heard Ethan's voice, "the nest is empty." through the comms. Before you or any of the other members of your team ask further, the four of you heard crackling before the sound of someone being choked.

The bad feeling that you had at the beginning of this mission returned tenfold when the sound of a neck being snapped echoed through your comms.

"check in team leader." an unknown voice spoke.

All of you stayed silent.

"check in team leader. have you made it to the archive room?"

"shit." you muttered and ran into the room, finding Ethan. "someone's piggybacking our frequency." you whispered to him as he looked at you with wide eyes. The man's voice returned.

"Team leader. Awaiting your go sign. standing by to detonate."

Ethan looked at you. "abort." he took off his comms, you doing the same as the two of you exited. "rendezvous nine two." he said as the two of you split up.

You watched Ethan head out to a different direction, worry settling in your chest before you exited as quick as you could.

Ethan would be okay.

You knew it.

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 1 PART 2 -------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

"Uh.."

you stopped your work as Benji's voice crackled in your ear. Jane looked at you from her position opposite to you. "what is it?" you asked, pressing a finger to your comms.

"we have a passenger." he followed up.

Jane shook her head and resumed the set up, you shook your head. "just get him here on time." you spoke softly as you continued to work with Jane.

when the song ended, you pressed the button on the machine, before Jane sent up the wire. A larger man yelled as he came clumsily down the wire, before Ethan allowed suit. He helped him up as you and Jane pulled the tools away. You stayed silent when Ethan's gaze landed on you.

It had been months since you last saw him. Memories and guilt flooded back into you as strong and forceful as the day you found out he went into the prison; taking the blame as a cost of your mistakes in the field. Your breath caught in your chest as you looked over the expanse of his chest and biceps, watching him heave slightly from the effort of the escape. His eyes bore into you briefly, looking over your face and body.

"Ethan hunt?" Jane spoke

His gaze ripped away from you harshly.

"and you are?" he looked at her.

"agent Carter." she introduced, watching him nod before grabbing his companion.

"Okay." he took a breath and went ahead, leaving you and Jane to follow after him.

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You watched Jane verify Ethan's identity in the van as Benji drove. "I don't mean to bring up the elephant in the room but what's with the big hairy Russian?" he asked.

Ethan looked away from Jane, "who? bogdan? he fed me intel..if I left him there they would've killed him..so we're gonna give him his freedom." he briefly looked to you before back to benji, "did you call in the sweepers?" he asked. Benji nodded, "yep on their way." he chirped. Ethan stared at him for a few seconds, "good.. good....Benji....how is it you're here?" he asked, perplexed.

Benji smiled, "oh I passed the field exam. crazy right?" he grinned, "y/n got reinstated too!" he added. You swallowed and looked away preparing the sedative gun for Bogdan. Ethan watched you, "you're back in the field?" he asked carefully.

You were about to respond before Bogdan looked at Ethan. "Sergei? are you..not russian?" he asked confused, to which Ethan responded by only telling him to relax. "Sweepers approaching...brooms are out!" Benji announced as he slowed down.

"Roger that-"

"Sergei. are you not...sergei?"

Ethan took the gun from your hands and shot Bogdan, making him groan.

Ethan moved next to you and cupped Bogdan's face. "You'll be fine. Bogdan... I always take care of my friends." He spoke. you pushed open the door as he became drowsy. "my....friend..." he muttered before he was transferred to the other van.

Benji drove off as Ethan looked at you. You shifted in your seat before grabbing the bag of clothes for him. "Messy bringing him along." You said softly. "I thought it went rather well." he gave a small grin, a teaser of his true trademark smile of mischief.

Jane looked at him, "you mind telling us what you were doing in a Russian prison?"

"mind telling me why you broke me out?" Ethan immediately shot.

Jane looked at you before looking back to Ethan as doubt covered her features. "this wasn't a rescue mission?" she asked both you and Ethan.

He settled next to you as he spoke, "let me put it this way. if the secretary wanted me out of there....it must be pretty bad out here." he looked at her. Jane watched him for a few seconds before recounting the events that took place in Budapest, the events that led to the death of agent Hanaway.

As Ethan and Jane discussed details of the IMF suspect investigation, Cobalt and Sabine Moreau, your attention fogged as you watched him.

His hair was longer, almost as when you first met him in sydney. The memory bloomed in your mind as you remembered how you teased each other, challenging each other. You were sure that he didn't see you as anything more than a rival, till the two of you had to go recruit Nyah. A budding friendship and partnership developed quickly as you two found trust in desperate times.

A friendship and partnership that's now dissolved because of your actions.

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Infiltrating the Kremlin.

Sounds exactly like the kind of job an Impossible Mission Force would take on. Sounds like the job Ethan would obviously take on.

And yet, yet it seems impossible to be alone with Ethan. Let alone for a mission where he'd need to rely on you.

As Ethan suited up, Benji synthesized the mask for him while Jane scouted the area. You pulled at your uniform, uncomfortable by its fitting before tying your hair up into a bun.

Ethan looked at you, watching you as he pulled on his jacket. "your hair's longer.." he said softly. You looked at him, "so is yours.." your voice tinged with a tease. "look..Ethan...i.." you began, watching his piercing gaze fall onto your figure. Your heart pounded as you took a deep breath, urging yourself to form the right sentences and spit them out.

Years of training to be an IMF agent, and yet it was so difficult to form words around the man you cared for.

Cared for.

That's the right word isn't it? your time with Ethan made you close to him, all the missions you went on with him and Luther, it'd be obvious that you cared for him.

As a colleague.

A partner

A friend.

Any feelings beyond that were wholly and utterly unprofessional. Any affection would be unreciprocated. Any expression of endearment would be and should be rejected. Especially when costed him his future with Julia.

It wasn't as if you didn't have feelings for him before he went to prison. A small part of you thinks if Ethan hadn't fallen for Julia then maybe...maybe there could've been...

Something.

Maybe.

But you don't blame Julia for it.

Not when she was the ideal match for him.

"i..um.." you stumbled to form words. "I just...I just wanted to say..." you took a pause, unsure if you should even bring it up considering how hard his gaze was. "Mask's ready." Jane walked over, handing Ethan his mask. She looked between you both, "everything alright?" she asked softly. Ethan looked down and clenched his jaw, his voice tight. "yeah. let's get moving." he took it and went over to benji.

Jane looked at you as you put your boots on, waiting for you to adjust yourself before she handed you your comms. "is there something you want to talk about..?" she asked softly. A part of you knew she was genuinely concerned, but a part of you knew this was also a soft warning of making sure you're in the right headspace not to screw the mission up.

Your first official mission since Ethan went away

You couldn't mess up.

"Yeah..yeah lets just....go."

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