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You are a wreck, a mess of loose clothes, torn up tissue paper, and scattered tiny bottles of soap and lotion. your hair disheveled hanging in front of you face, which was slick with your tears. You know by now it’s mixed with your makeup giving you that overly dramatic crying your eyes out look that you’ve seen in movies way too many times. you didn’t care how cliche you looked at this moment. Because your heart is absolutely broken. Breathing feels like a labor, as you take in shaking breath after shaking breath but each exhale comes out as a heavy sob that you hide with a bite to your forearm. It helps muffle the involuntary screams that slip out every now and then.

You don’t want to disturb the other guests of the hotel that you’ve been hauled up in. You knew it would happen, you knew it would hurt! you just didn’t think it would feel this much like dying. The heartbreak that Mark had dealt you felt nothing compared to this. You almost couldn’t even remember your ex boyfriend compared to this! You did very little in these past few days besides sleep cry, try to stand up and get a hold of yourself and then cry when you couldn’t. You're feeling absolutely pathetic.

There’s a physical ache in your chest that only seems to be growing stronger. It’s a cold type of pain and no matter how many times you press your over heated hand to your chest, it does nothing to quell it. You’ve cried so hard you’ve thrown up at least three times.

Of course for a few hours you were able to fight it. Pretend it doesn’t hurt, pretend that you were fine for Amy’s sake if nothing else.
You didn’t want her worrying about you more than she already was. You asked her to take you and Thunder to a hotel near the edge of town. Somewhere you could slip into without being noticed

You didn’t even fully explain to her what was going On just that you were leaving Ghost and she was more than ready to help you.

The first night here was the worst. You set your bags down and got Thunder situated on the couch in the corner of the room.

You Unbraided your hair, stripped off your clothes and got in the shower. You washed yourself as clean as you could with the moisture stealing soap. Got out, dressed and sat on the bed. You had meant to turn on the tv but as soon as you sat down, the weight of the reality before this moment came crashing down around you. It was real it was happening.

It was over…it was really over. You’d never see him again. Ghost was gone. And he didn’t die, he wasn’t lost to you due to an uncontrollable force. He was gone because he wanted to be gone. The throbbing feeling of a cry gets strangled in your throat, you feel your eyebrows downturn beyond your control and your chest begins to restrict but you inhale deeply pushing it down. The heat rises in your face, your vision starts to blur as tears begin to swell in the bottoms of your eyes.

And then you said it

You said it! you shouldn’t have! you knew you shouldn’t have! you knew it would be what broke you but you said it any way.
you said it because you needed to confirm it.

“He’s gone” you don’t recognize your own tiny squeaky voice, you choke on it. You hold your stomach as your body finally gives in and heaves out a sob

“H-he-he’s gone” the tears stream down your cheeks and you have to balance yourself on the bed trying not to fall over.

Thunder's head rises and turns, his eyes full of concern, little paws tapping on the couch cushions wondering if he should go to you or if he should not.

“He’s go- “ your chest shakes

“oh god he’s gone”

you can’t hold back your tears anymore and the pain comes spilling fourth in the form of agonized groans and weeping cries So hard you have to hold yourself in order to find any form of comfort.

“He’s gone he’s gone” now that you’ve said it you can’t stop. Thunder thuds off the couch and approaches licking at your face and you hug him is tiny body curling into yours

“Thunder” your body jerks with each syllable of the name. After that you can’t speak everything that comes out is just another sob hidden by his soft fur. His leg reaches up to rest on your shoulder, his head on top of your head and he stays there. He stays there as you cry.

He shouldn’t have gone. Not without talking to you first. He shouldn’t have just left for another mission. Ghost is kicking himself. More than kicking himself as he paces back and forth outside of his own home.

waiting for soap and captain price to finally show up. He knows they’re tired. He is too and he wouldn’t have called them if it wasn’t something important. And they wouldn’t have come if they didn’t think it was important as well.

He clenches his fist. He should have called you. He should have- no theres not time for regret. actions have consequences and he needs to deal with those consequences now. He takes out his phone dials your number and presses it to his ear and for what feels like hundredth time tonight, it doesn’t connect

Your phone has been cut off. Completely disconnected and from the looks of it you’ve been gone for a few days at the very least. He just needs to talk to you to know that you left on your own…and to know why and he would be fine but if you were taken… if someone stole you from him again! They’d be sorry… more than sorry they’d be begging for death.

Ghost sees head lights in the distance pulling up the long winding road that leads to his house and not long after a second set. The two cars pull into his driveway

Soap and Price approach him. Both look very annoyed.

“What’s going on?” Soap asks

“What is it Simon?” Price asks.

“Reader” Ghosy states.

“Somethings happened to Mrs. Ghost?” Soap asks immediately, beginning to look around.

“She’s gone” Ghost informs them

“Gone?” Price raises an eyebrow

“What do you mean gone?”

“She’s gone, she’s not here, her ring is inside! her clothes are gone I can’t get a hold of her” Ghost explains

Price and soap share a look.

“She’s gone but her rings are here?” Soap asks

“Yes” Ghost nods

“And her clothes are gone as well you said?” Price raises an eyebrow.

“All of them” Ghost confirmes

Price inhales and exhaled, soap looks growingly uncomfortable.

“Simon” price begins

“What?” Ghost looks at the men

“If her clothes are gone and she’s left her rings it sounds like…” Price’s voice trails off.

“Sounds like what?” Ghost asks. Price is taken aback this is the most emotion he has ever seen in the man. And it’s all bleeding through his eyes. Ghost who is usually so composed and calm and level headed looks lost and confused.

“It’s sounds like” price clicks his teeth trying to find a way to word it.

“It’s sounds like she’s left you mate” soap finally speaks. .

“What?” Ghost questions

“She’s left you LT. She’s not been kidnapped or taken or held hostage somewhere she left plain and simple”

“She wouldn’t just leave me” ghost states

“And why wouldn’t she?” Soap asks a bit bitterly

“they way you’ve treated her?”

Ghost is silent as he stares at the Sargent

“You act like you don’t care about her ghost”

“And given the circumstances of their marriage it’s not unfair of him” price cuts in before soap can continue

“And what’s that supposed to mean? The circumstances of their marriage”
Soap asks

Price and Ghost looked away from him. Their silence makes soap grow more and more concerned. He shifts from one foot to the other and points at them

“What do you mean?” He asks again.

Price clears his throat and sniffles a bit.

“Reader was…contracted outside of the military to be lieutenant Riley’s spouse in order to …draw father and pope out of hiding”

“Contracted- you mean bait? She was fucking bait?” He holds the side of his head “hell’s bells she’s not even military!”

“We know that but given there was a mix up-“

“A mix up” soap laughs but there no humor behind it

“a mix up that put her life in constant danger”

“Which is why she’s needs to be here with me where she’s safe” ghost states

“Sorry LT but I disagree I think her being anywhere near you makes her the opposite of safe”

“What did you say?” Ghost takes a step towards soap. Soap takes a step forward as well he’s about to speak when price shouts.

“Hey hey hey” he touches both their chests.

“This is not the time nor the place, soap that’s enough”

Soap lets out a huff and smirks

“Yeah that’s enough” he takes a second to walk away. Ghost turns to walk back towards his house.

“Simon” price follows.

“What are the chances Reader left on her own?” Price asks.

“Slim unless she somehow found out about the fathers assasination and decided to leave based on That…. but I hadn’t had a chance to contact her between that and Mexico '' ghost explains.

“Someone would have had to tell her the mission is over , if It wasn’t You or me or Laswell…”

They both think for a split second then price snaps.

“Shepard” they say together

At the same moment price’s phone begins to ring. He snakes it out of his pocket. Looks at it and sighs

“It’s Laswell” he hits answer.

“Kate”

“Captain price”

“Now may not be a good ti-“

“Do you remember when you got back from Mexico you told me to search Shepard’s office for anything else he may or may not have been up to?”

“I do” price nods

“I think your going to want to see this can you meet with me? “

“How soon”

“Now”

He sighs and rubs his forehead

“And can you bring Ghost?”

Price’s eyes narrow as she says this.

“We’re on our way”

You roll under the warm comfort of the blankets on the bed. Your body feeling heavy like it’s made of lead and some how still cold. It seeps down into your bones and you grunt softly, uncomfortably shaking unwilling to open your eyes.

“What are you grunting for?” A familiar voice creeps into your ear as arms close around you from behind enveloping you in warmth and safety. They close around your chest and your waist and pull you into the hard wall of chest and you can’t help but smile as you snuggle into it. You feel the soft fabric of a balaclava against your cheek.

“I had a nightmare” You say softly gripping the familiar muscular veiny arms covered in those intricate tattoos. Sunlight peeks through the slightly parted curtains of your hotel room.

“Nightmares can’t hurt you don’t be stupid” ghost says as his hand moves from your waist to your hip and begins to carcass you. You lean into the touch rolling your hips against his body.

“Stop calling me stupid” you chuckle sleepily.

“Then stop being stupid” he laughs lightly you feel the brush of his breath against your skin.

“I mean it stop it”

“What are you gonna do about it huh?” He asks

“Do we really want to go there” You ask

“I think I do” his voice is so soft so sweet, so unlike him

“Oh really”

You open your eyes and turn to face him only to find the spot next to you empty. You reach a hand out, sure he was just there, just holding you and talking to you.

desperate to feel the warmth that he left behind when he got up because he was just there but the sheets are cold and it’s a hollow reminder that…he’s gone. You feel yourself wanting to cry again but you refrain and pull yourself up, peeling the covers off and running a hand through the messy matter jungle that is your hair and leaning forward into your hands. You hate feeling like this knowing that you probably aren’t even a second thought to him but you suppose that’s what made you both so different.

Your days booked in the hotel are up and you should should probably get moving. As per Shepard’s advice you got a new phone and you use it to search the nearby towns. Wondering how far you could get before sun down. You didn’t like the idea of traveling alone at night. You could get pretty close to where you Todd and Neil are currently living.

Maybe you could stay with them for a little while and find your place in the world without Ghost with their help. You’d call them when you reached the next city. For now you pack your bags and rent a car and start driving in their direction. You would reach them eventually. You were in no rush.

Once you started driving you were alone with your thoughts. You tried not to listen to them, tried not to think of the cruelty of Ghost telling you he loved you only to leave you. It felt so wrong it felt so mean. It felt like it was a lie. Could you even believe that he loved you? Was that a lie? Did he only say that because you said it and it would have made the mission easier if he simply…went along. The doubt is a bit crushing.

At some point during your drive you know you need to stop and get some food. You have to eat. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it in the past three days but you were starting to feel dizzy as you drove so you pulled into a diner.

You ask if they are pet friendly and they are so you bring Thunder inside with you. He sits by your feet as you slide into a booth and look over the menu already laid out on the table. Like most diners this one specialized in breakfast food , burgers and shakes. And at the very least a milkshake sounded good.

The waitress that approaches you is pretty and bottle blond her lips are painted red and she looks overly happy as she chews gum. It’s rather subtle too your not even sure why you noticed that she’s chewing it.

“What can I get for you darling?” She asks pulling a pen and pad out of her pale blue apron.

“Hi can I get a milk shake and” you start to scan the menu.

“And the blue berry pancakes” your usually not a fan of pancakes but something about blue berry pancakes sounds so soothing to you right now.

“And those come with your choice of two sides, bacon, sausage, turkey bacon, eggs hash browns and egg whites” she begins to scribble down your order

“Uh I’ll have the bacon and the eggs”

She nods in what seems like approval

“And how would you like those cooked?” She questions

“Scrambled please” You smile

“Alright and you want a burger patty for the little guy?” She points to Thunder at your feet

“Yes please” he nod.

“Alright is that all?”

You think for a moment. Your meal didn’t feel quite right, not quite finished. You look over the menus once again making sure you wouldn’t want anything else but then you see it. And you know you have to have it.

“A side of beans please”

“Yum” she winks at you “I’ll have that for you real soon darling” she walks away. You let out a deep breath.

You have freedom. Your released from the shackles of being afraid everywhere you go the mission is over your finally safe. Freedom doesn’t taste as good as you thought it would. You’d give anything for the close confines of your home. But you couldn’t imagine living there without him. Without Ghost, far too many memories lay within that house.

You decide you’ll take it one step at a time. Starting with breakfast. First you’ll eat something, get something in your stomach. That was your main goal and you’ll enjoy it. Everything after that. You’ll worry about it when it came down to it.

Your milks shake arrived first. It’s in a tall glass with whipped cream and a cherry on top. The straw is a swirly red and white and you even get the silver cup it was mixed in with the leftovers. You sip it and feel the delicious coolness slide down your throat. And for the first time in four days. You smile. it does hit this spot.

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The building that holds both lawswells works workspace and general Shepard’s office is dark for the most part. The lights on the floors all turned off and the building is silent aside from the security guards that roam the floors. Everyone has gone home for the night with a few stragglers staying behind to monitor certain things that needed to be monitored. Laswell was moving back and forth between her computer and General Shepard's, a stack of papers steadily growing on both desks.

The pale blue light reflecting on her face as file after file pops up before her eyes and she shakes her head. All of these reports from the shadows, how had she missed them. She feels so stupid. He had kept so much secret from her, from everyone. Just how far did his fuck ups go? And were they really so bad that he himself was willing to make himself an enemy of the entire force of the US military. The deeper she dove the more it would appear so. He seemed dead set on what he was trying to do and what he was trying to do was tie up loose ends. A paper had just finished printing as she snatched it from the holder and looked it over double checking and triple checking the information.

“Laswell” captain price speaks, making her jump a little bit. She looks up to see Price Ghost and Soap enter the room.

“Captain” she nods “Lieutenant” she nods again “Sargent” a final nod.

“What have you got”

“I was able to recover deleted files from Shepard’s computer basically confirming what we have learned with the missiles, the shadows and Hassan”

“Right” price nods

She hands him a file that he looks over

“But when I found this” she walks them over to her computer in her space where a map of the city is pulled up they all look on. She clicks on a file and a password needs to be imputed.

“I’m typing in my personal passwor” she explains and types 16 characters into the space

“Access denied”

“I should have access to this file” she explains “and yet I don’t no one does no one accept Shepard”

“And this is important, why?” Price raises his eyebrows.

“It’s the file holding coordinates for Readers Chip, the one Ghost put in her” she turns to looks at Ghost.

“Can you access them” she asks him

“No” he shakes his head

“haven’t been able to since I got home. Her phones disconnected as well”

“That’s what I suspected which made me dive deeper” she walks them back to Shepard’s office

“And I found these” she hands Ghost a file

“What’s this?” He asks.

“Divorce papers” Laswell crosses her arms as Ghost looks over the papers reading them closely. Price leans in and looks over them as well. His eyebrows furrow as he reads.

“She’s signed these” price states

“Yes but looks who petitioned the court for them”

They flip back to the first page

“Simon Riley…” Price speaks softly and looks up at the man.

“I didn’t request these” Ghost states
“and I for Damn sure didn’t hand these to reader”

“You’ve never seen these papers before?” Price asks

“Not a day in my life” Ghost responds. Price looks him in the eyes but Ghost’s are still on the papers he's reading them line by line his eyes growing wider with every sentence.

“That doesn’t surprise me” Laswell states
“I heard the conversation you two had “

“Conversation what conversation” Soap asks

“It’s not important” Laswell states

“the point is, the fact that these divorce papers exist ready to go in simon's name made me question when they were acquired” she begins typing into general Shepard’s computer.

“Simon, what day did you and Reader get married legally?” she asks. She continues to type until she needs to input a date and it’s then that she realizes Ghost hasn’t answered her. He hasn’t even looked up from the paper. He’s still reading it, slowly, methodically and carefully.

“Simon?” She asks

He flips the pages reading line by line by line his eyes moving left to right and then back again until he sees your signature at the bottom

“Lt”

Line by line. You were given the house, your car and a monthly payment. It would have left him with nothing. These terms only benefited you.

“Simon” Price touched his shoulder

“August 24th” he finally speaks. Looking up from the papers

“I thought so these files were downloaded august 23rd” she shows them “a day before you were married” Laswell explains

Ghosts eyes squint and he feels a bit of anger brewing beneath.

“So Shepard has always planned for you to get divorced” soap states

“Everyone planned for that” Price stated “once the mission was done they weren’t supposed to stay married unless they wanted to”

“I was supposed to give her the papers upon completion of my mission if I wanted to exit the marriage.” Ghost stated

“Me not Shepard”

“Well Shepard did it for you,” Laswell explained.

“And reader agreed”’soap nodded

“Of course she did” ghost almost growled

“I told her …every day that once the mission was over..that I would leave her…”

“And she believed you” Price nodded.

“But that was before” Ghost looks at Price. “Before”

“Before what?” Price asks.

Ghost looks away.

“There was something else” Laswell states.

“What?”

“I managed to get into her tracking chip from Shepard’s computer”

“Why did you wait so long to tell us?”
Soap asks

“Where is she?” Price asks. Laswell turns the computer screen around.

“The chip updates her coordinates every hour hour, it should be updating every fifteen minutes but it’s hard locked at an hour and I don’t know how to change it” laswells explains

“Last seen here” she points at a city rather far from them.

“She’s moving out of town” price states

“So how do we know she hasn’t simply just left?” Soap asks shrugging his shoulder

“I suppose we could call her and find out”

“But how can we do that when none of us can get ahold of her?”

“There’s also this” Laswell points to an icon on the screen that looks like a head with a small body. And the number two next to it.

“Two people have access to these coordinates” she explains

“Sheppard is one. None of us are the other so” she sighs “who is it?”

They all look at each other.

“Someone else knows where Reader is?” Price asks

“Someone who isn’t us yes” Laswell nods.

“Okay this changes things even if she did leaves Ghost-“ Price says

“She didn’t” Ghost looks at him

“She might have” soap states

“Regardless” price looks between the two men.

“We need to find her because she could be in danger”

“Someone is tracker her outside of us and we need to reach her before they do”

“God Dammit Mrs. Ghost” soap sighs.

“I’ll keep you updated” Laswell states and the men file out of the room.

“Do you have what you need?” Price asks the two men.

“My to go bag is in my car” soap explains

“Mine is in my house” ghost states

“Alright we go to ghost house you both get your to go bags we call Gaz, Roach and the others and we start looking, us three will head towards the hotel she was last at the others will search the surrounding areas” price explains

They both nod.

It takes an hour to get back home. Ghost rushes inside picking up his to go bag and pulling it to the laundry room pulling out clothes before looking around. He wants to smile but he can't. He feels a tug on his chest as he sees fresh clean tactical gear folded in the room you did laundry before you left. He takes a few pants and shirts, balaclava and gloves. shoves them in his bag.

As he walks by the table he sees your ring sitting there. And he grabs it. Shoving it into his pocket and stepping out locking the door behind him. Soap and Price are waiting for him as he steps off his porch.

“We’re coming Mrs. Ghost”

You pace back and forth in your hotel room, willing yourself to just type in Todd or Neils number. You hold your phone in your hand as you walk snacking on a Kit Kat that you purchased from a gas station along the way. Your chewing it carefully taking in the taste as you think about what to say to whoever answered their phone first. How to explain your divorce without giving too much away about your marriage. You feel Thunder a meat snack as he walks back and forth with you. How are you going to do this. You bite your lip hold your breath and punch in the numbers.

It rings once, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. It rings again. You take a bite of your Kit Kat out of nervousness but resize it’s a terrible idea because if they answer now
Your mouth will be full and you’ll sound stupid trying to talk. You begin to chew fast as it rings again. You swallow

“Hello?” That sounds like Todd

“Hi… Todd?”

You hear crying in the background it’s high pitched and grating on her ears

“Reader?” They ask

“Y-yeah”

“Oh” they sigh

“no it’s neil Todd is with the baby” neil explains

“Oh right little Ophelia” you forgot they moved away to adopt a baby. She was born the same week as River and Amy’s weddings; it's why they weren’t there.

“She’s sounds cranky” you state

“She’s colic” neil explains

“Anyway what’s up why are you calling from this number?”

“Oh…uh…I…” you hesitate

“Is something wrong”

“Uh…Ghost and I are getting a divorce so-“ you just blurt it out

“Oh no reader” he sighs

“Yeah it’s…” you refuse to cry again no matter how much it’s forcing its way to bumble to the surface

“It’s okay I was just wondering….”
You take a deep breath.

“Our door is always open to you honey” neil states and you almost want to break down hearing that.

“Thank you”

“Who is it?” You hear Todd whisper in the background. You chuckle as the baby's cries finally die down.

“It’s reader” Neil explains

“Oh hi honey you alright?” He asks

“Hi Todd” You day loudly

“Hey doll what’s up”

You can tell your on speaker now. Neil begins to explain to Todd what you have told him.

“Oh yeah baby come through we got you” he sighs “I’m so sorry love”

“It’s okay I’ll see you guys soon more than likely in two days I can’t wait to meet Ophelia”

“Us too doll but what happened”

You sigh as you sit down on the bed.

“Hold up” you hear Todd tell you.

“Neil take the baby” you hear shuffling and then
“Now give me the phone”
More shuffling and then Finally

“Okay I’m going to get wine do you have wine You should get wine”

You shamelessly look at the already open bottle on the dresser of your hotel room.

“I have wine” you tell him.

“Okay go”

You take a deep breath and feel all the emotions you couldn’t share with Amybegin to spill forward.

Ghost and soaps eyes scan the lobby of the hotel. It’s not particularly busy. There are a few people lounging in the soft chairs scattered throughout, drinking some of the water that is on display in a pitcher with ice and cut up slices of cucumber and lemon. Some are reading magazines, others are scrolling on their phones. Soap sighs and rubs the back of his neck as Ghost’s hands rest gripping the neck of his vest.

“Uh LT” he finally says. Ghost shoots him a quick look but his eyes don’t linger there.

“I’m sorry…about what I said… I just got worried about Mrs. Ghost is all”

Ghost finally lets his eyes land and stay on soap.

“Not an excuse I shouldn’t have said it” he says

“You also didn't know the whole story given the knowledge you had id say that was a reasonable response” Ghost explains

“Yeah…I just thought you actually liked Mrs. Gho-“ he pauses

“Uh.. reader I thought you actually liked Reader”

“I was doing my job” Ghost states

“So that’s why you're so desperate to find her? because of your job? Because you have to be?”

“No” Ghost shakes his head then lowers it and speaks softly

“The marriage may be fake but giving a fuck about her is real”

“So you actually do like her” soap lets out a laugh then punches Ghost in the shoulder softly

“But you don’t like anyone”he seems thoroughly amused.

Ghost doesn’t respond.

Price finally reached the front desk where a young man with bright red hair, even brighter blue eyes and a healthy amount of freckles greets him. His black suit is pressed and clean and neat. His smile is well practiced and his voice is overly polite.

“Hello sir how can I help you” he asks

“Morning” price nods.

“I’m looking for a woman.” He slides a picture of you in front of the man. He looks it over.

“Has she been here the last few days?”

The man looks at the picture then Price and then the picture again he’s reluctant but he can recognize military gear when he sees it.

“Uh just give me a moment” he backs away from the desk and goes into a room behind it Price looks over the awards hanging on the wall the pictures of happy guests he can smell the breakfast being served in the dining hall just across the lobby. After a few minutes the man returns with a shorter older looking woman. Clearly his superior.

“Hello Mr…?” She offers him her hand and he shakes it.

“Price, Caltrain John Price, special forces” he explains

“Special forces” she pauses the hand shake as her eyes go wide. She looks at the young man.

“Is something wrong? Does the hotel need to be evacuated?” She begins to look nervous and panicked

“No no of course not Ma’am I’m looking for a young woman” he shows her the same picture of you that he showed the man

“Just need to know if you’ve seen her or if she’s been here is all”

“Uh” she bites her lip

“I see so many people on a regular basis it’s hard to remember a face” she walks to the computer

“I could search her name if you have it”

Ghost and soap approach price then and they’re met with even more odd looks.

“This is Lieutenant Riley and Sargent Mctavish please continue” price says with a large smile. The woman nods and begins to pull up files on her computer.

“Name?”

“Reader” price gives her followed by your first name. She types it and checks the spelling before she begins to scroll. Then she shakes her head

“No sorry there’s been no one here by that name”

Ghost stepsforward and leans on the counter

“Can you try the hyphenated Last name Bow-Dagenhart first name Fran”

Price raises an eyebrow as he looks at the man. The woman begins typing.

“Dagenhart?”

“It’s from a game she likes called Fran Bow when we first started the mission I told her she should pick an alias in case she ever needed to cover her tracks. She chose that name because she liked it so much at the time…” he shakes his head

“Wouldnt shut up about it”

“What kind of game?” Price asks

“It’s a physiological horror puzzle game” Soap explains and both Price and Ghost look at him. Soap seems taken aback by it.

“And why do you know that?” Price asks

“Christ he’s played it too” ghost sighs

“It’s a good game” soap shrugs “just like Sally face”

“Fucking hell you sound like her she hasn’t shut up about that one either”

“Uh I do have a Bow-DagenHart that has been here for the last three days”

“Has been not was? As in she’s still here?” Price asks

“I can’t confirm because it’s not check out time yet and guests do Not have to turn in their keys to check out it’s automated unless they come to the desk and ask to extend their stay”

“There’s a chance she’s still here” Ghost says softly

“We need acress to that room now” price explains.

“Yes of course” the woman makes a key and hands it to him.

“First floor room 1120”

“Thanks”

They begin to walk away.

“No guns, no shouting, if she’s in there with someone we don't want to give them a reason to hurt her and if she’s alone we don't want to scare the life out of her” Price explains as he follows the arrows to the room.

“Right” soap nods

“And if she’s in there we secure her and bring her back to base” price informs them

“And if she doesn’t want to come with us?” Soap asks

“She doesn’t have a choice” ghost tells him.

When they reach the room, Price grabs the door knob and checks with both men. He swipes the key, hears a beep and rushes in.

The door slams against the wall. They can hear the tv somewhere in the room, Soap checks the closet while Ghost checks the bathroom. Price continues into the room finding a messy unmade bed, food wrappers towels and coffee cups littered on the ground. But you are not here.

“Clear” Soap says as he enters the room

“Clear” Price sighs And the two of them look towards the bathroom. After a few seconds of silence they share a look.

“Ghost?”

More silence

“LT. she in there?”

After a few more seconds of silence he comes out.

“It’s clear” his voice is softer than it was a few minutes ago. Price can imagine he has a mixed bag of emotions going on given that not only are you in danger not only were you lied to and running from him because of it but you are also in more danger than you’ve ever been because he is not there to help keep you safe.

Soap looks around the room sees a half cup coffee on the desk and picks it up.

“Coffees cold”

“She must have left earlier this morning”

“Which means we’re still hours behind and we still don’t know by how many.”

Prices phone rings

“Hello?” He takes out his phone and presses it to his ear.

“Captain” it’s Gaz, him and roach were assigned to look at the areas around the hotel to see if you had been spotted. They had a head start of the three of them so they were a little bit out of the city.

“Yeah?”

“We found a dinner where the waitress says she saw Reader in here a few hours ago”

Gaz explains as he waves Alejandro and rudy on, they had been nearby and spotted the pair on the side of the road. After explaining the situation they agreed to head forward and try to find you. Though neither of them knew what you looked like an only had your description

“Sabia que el fantasma tenia una esposa”
Rudy stated
(I didn’t know Ghost had a wife)

“Me either…but I will say” Alejandro starts the car.

“Soy amable si tengo meido de conocerla”
(I’m kinda scared to meet her)
They pull off and speed down the high way.

“Your sure it was reader?” Price asks Gaz

“Yeah waitress said she even gave an extra beef patty to a dog named Thunder”

Price looks at Ghost who for the first time in a long time seems to be in a bit of a daze.

“Simon”

Ghost slowly turns to look at him.

“Is your dogs name Thunder?”

“Yeah”

“We’re on our way”

You lay back on your bed feeling the wine work through your body. You've had a few drinks, It’s the first time you’ve felt semi-normal. You turn on the tv and let it play in the background as you strip off your clothes and crawl beneath the sheets.

Thunder is at your bedside and you pet him gently as you drift off to sleep. Its light almost feels like a delusion. You know you're asleep but yet somehow you're dreaming of the hotel room around you. Maybe it’s because you can hear the tv and thunders soft whimpering and his tail wagging against the floor. In yiur dream you can see the dark hotel room perfectly the soft glow of the tv the shadows dancing in the walls and just beside you is ghost.

“You look like hell” he says. He’s knelt next to the bed. Eyes peering at you through the mask.

“I feel like hell” you respond.

“You knew this day would come” he sighs and looks disappointed in you.

“I did” you nod “I just didn’t expect to hurt you so badly he says ”

“Bullshit”

“I didn’t and you know I didn’t” he fixes you with a glare.

“No I don’t know that ghost I don’t…I don’t know anything anymore not about you”

“I love you”

“Don’t say that”

“I do”

“Your lying”

This dream is quickly becoming a nightmare

He says your name softly.

“Stop your getting worked up you need sleep your going through a lot” it was so weird to hear his voice saying these comforting things. His eyes suddenly snap up to look at the window

“What?” You ask

“Probably nothing” he shakes his head “stay asleep stay here with me”

“Okay” you Nod it was easy to convince yourself.

“You gotta be strong right now okay because I can’t be there to be strong for you”

You adjust on your pillow sniffling

“I miss you” you whisper

“No you don’t you don’t even know me”

“I don’t” you shake your head “but I still miss you”

He chuckles lightly you feel the ghost of his hand on your face

“I miss you too, I think about you daily”

Your eyes snap open. He’s not there. His touch was never there, he never spoke those words, he never said those things. It was wishful thinking but at least it got you through the night.

Thunder is curled near the door of the hotel room. You manage to pulll yourself out of bed and you can feel dried tears on your face. You must have started to cry in your sleep now having a place you're trying to get to an end goal. To get to Todd and Neil that was easy enough. You were excited to meet their daughter and you could be help as long as you were there until you got back on your feet. You decide to move town to town which would take two days. The next town was two hours away. You knew you could make that drive. So you pack up and get moving as you leave the hotel room you see a ragged old homeless man leaning against your rental as you approach it he looks at you.

“Please miss spare some change?”
He asks.

“Oh Uhm” you check your pockets and empty everything you have into his cup.

“Thank you ma’am” he nods and you smile back you get into your car and pull out. He watches you the entire way.

“Eyes on the target” he whispers into a mic you had not seen on his jacket.

Chapter Text

The waitress looks over the picture Price is showing her, Gaz and roach only had your description but a picture of you would be more concrete. She blows a bubble with her gum as she sets a coffee pot down in front of the five men seated in a booth trading the information they’ve learned

The waitress taps your picture against her long red nails and nods.

“Yup that’s definitely her” she nods

“Sweet thing left me a $20 tip id never forget someone who tipped almost as much as they ordered”

She hands Price back the picture. She refills their coffee cups all except Ghost he hasn’t touched his coffee. Roach is looking him over as he looks down at the dark liquid.

“Was there anyone with her? Did anyone approach her?” Soap questions

“Mmm” she purses her lips

“no it was just her and that cute little dog of hers. They both ate like they were starving though.” She thinks for a moment

“Come to think of it” she turns and looks at a table at the end of the diner

“There were these two guys that walked in here a little bit after her, they were kinda dressed like you” she points to Ghost and Price’s tactile gear

“But there's was all black” she points out

“Shadows?” Soap questions softly

“Acting under who’s orders we killed graves” Price casually mentions as if there isn’t a civilian standing two inches away from him. She looks uncomfortable and scratches the back of her neck with her finger.

“Any way…they didn’t order nothing but two black coffees and left right after her, didnt even touch the coffee”

“Do you remember them because they tipped well too?” Soap asks

“I remember them because they didn’t tip at all” she points out

Roach knocks gently on the table, Ghost looks up at him.

“You okay” he signs to Ghost who shifts in his seat and answers

“Yeah”

“You look worried” roach signs

“I am.”

“Reader is strong” Roach tries to reassure him

“You taught her to protect herself”

Ghost nods

“We will find her”

“I know”

“Will you apologize when we do?” Roach raises an eyebrow

“Apologize? For what?” Ghost asks

“Whatever you did to piss her off. Women don’t just leave” roach signs the last bit aggressively, ghost can see his face.
It lets him know Roach is very serious about what he is telling him.

“She didn’t leave because of me she left because of Shepard”

“Do you have any security cameras?”
Price asks the waitress

“Sorry they’ve been broken for a while”‘the waitress explains.

“How long ago was she here?”

She thinks it over

“Maybe two or three hours ago could be more sorry I don’t know more” she shrugs

“You’ve been more than enough help thank you love” Price hands her a twenty dollar bill.

“And you I will definitely remember” she winks as she walks away.

Price clears his throat as he feels a flush form on his cheeks.

This doesn’t escape soap's notice and he wiggles his eyebrows at the captain.

“So what do we do?” Gaz questions

“Well keep chasing her and keep trying to contact her. And hope we reach her before they do.”

It took a bit of rigging but Laswell was finally able to get into Shepard’s desk. It was locked and he had taken the key with him. She pulled the paperwork out of it and began to look through it. Most of it was uninteresting. Regular sensitive paperwork which she would be passing along the appropriate channels. However a small slip of paper fluttered out from between a stack and landed on the ground near her feet. It looked like the torn end of a sheet of paper. . She reaches down and picks it up, flipping it over to see a number scribbled on it.

She sits in the seat behind the desk and looks at the letters scribbled above the number

“FBD”

“Who Is FBD?”

She picks up her phone and calls Price.

“Laswell” he answers she can hear the passing of cars and the humming of an engine in the back round.

“Price I have a question”

“What?”

“Do the letters or initials FBD mean anything to you?”

“FBD?” Price asks allowed “I don’t think I know anyone with those initials”

“Fran Bow DagenHart” Ghost repeats the name from the hotel.

“Who is that?” Laswell asks having heard him in the background

“That’s readers alias why?”

Laswell inhales quickly

“I’ll call you back” she hangs up she doesn’t even wait for him to say bye

You gently pet Thunder’s head as he rests it on your stomach, his eyes looking up at you as you flip through the bunch of nothing that is hotel tv.

You consider going down to the indoor pool and enjoying it because you know it’s heated. They explained this to you when you first checked in and it sounded rather nice but the idea of being around other people isn’t the most appealing right now .

It’s still snowing outside so the idea of taking a walk isn’t the best either. You have already taken a nap, woken up, taken a shower and played a few phone games with nothing left to do except flip mindlessly through the tv channels. And try not to think. Not about him at least anything but him. You have to get over him. He’s gone. Pretty much all of the friends you made over the past two and a half years are gone. You need to mourn them and move on.

Soap, Gaz, Price…Laswell. It’s a lonely feeling. You're not sure you ever truly got to know any of them. If who they showed you was then or if it was all just because of Ghost because of the mission. Though You suppose it wasn’t that way with Soap or Gaz. They didn’t know they simply thought you were Ghost wife.

You give up on the tv no longer caring what’s playing in the background You turn in your side and pick up your phone scrolling through it. Checking your notifications on various apps. Scrolling the front page of youtube. You see videos from some of the creators you’ve watched before. Like Markiplier and yet another five nights Freddy’s fan game. Jacksepticeye is replaying the shadow of the colossus , Kwite is complaining about NFT’s…again. You don’t entirely want to watch something maybe you want to listen to something. You flip through the playlists you have saved and find the one titled

“Sad bitch hours” and hit shuffle. The very first song that plays almost crushes you instantly.

“I’m going under and this time I fear there’s no one to save me”

Your eyes go wide. Your playlist didn’t have to strike right to the core right out of the bat but you knew what you were getting into when you started this playlist you did this to yourself. You hug a pillow to yourself as Yiu set your phone down and just allow yourself to be swollowed up by the power of the song.

“This all or nothing got a way of driving me crazy,
I need somebody to heal
Somebody to know
Somebody to have
Somebody to hold “

You hid your face in the pillow as the emotions sucker punch you in the gut and you find yourself wetting the pillowcase with your tears it’s so stupid it’s so dramatic but you don’t care once the tears start falling again. Your heart is fucking shattered you have a right to feel this pain! No matter how much you know that if he knew he would absolutely mock you for this display of weakness. Especially over him. But you didn’t care.

“It’s easy to say but it’s never the same
I guess I kinda like the way you number all the pain

And now the day bleeds into night fall and your not here to get me through it all”

You start to mouth the lyrics to yourself silently. How fucking fitting you hate it.

“I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug
I was getting kinda used to be someone you loved”

“Fuck” you breath out angrily. That lyric was too much. Before you had a chance to fall apparat completely the son stopped and your phone started to buzz.

You sit up in bed your eyes slick with your own tears. Ones that have yet to make their way down your face. You pick up your phone looking at the screen you have to squint to read what pops up.

“Gen. Shepard” the screen reads. His number is one of the only numbers you have saved because he said he would call you with updates about your divorce. There must be an update if he’s calling and your nervous about what that could be.

You wipe your eyes clear your throat and try to sound as normal and neutral as possible

“Hello?” You answer

“Reader?” That is not general Shepard’s voice

“Uh…yeah?” You raise an eyebrow

“Oh thank goodness it’s Kate”

“Oh hi Kate…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving before I left I just…I wasn’t-“

“That’s not what’s important right now” she says her voice is shaking and she sounds panicked you sit up as your heart behinds to speed up a bit.

“What’s going on?”

“Listen I need to know where you are and if there is anyone with you”

“I’m at a hotel I’m headed to stay with a friend it’s just me and Thunder”

“And no one has followed you?”

“No…?” you feel your hands start to shake

“W-why would anyone be following me”

“The tracking chip in your back may have been compromised” Kate states outright

“What!?” Your eyes go wide and your breathing picks up.

“I need you to call Ghost and tell him where you are do you understand?”

“Can’t you do it?” You ask you don’t want to talk to him you can’t, you can’t speak to him after… after all such a pathetic display after. Leaving after he broke your heart.

And that is the exact reason Kate wants you to call. Whatever is going on between you and ghosy could easily be solved if the two of you simply talked to each other but you both are horrible with your emotions so now she was forcing both of your hands.

“I could but he needs to hear from you Reader, he’s very concerned”

“But-“ you begin

“Reader…I know you don’t want to talk to him I know your feeling a bunch of conflicting feelings right now” Kate begins and you cross your arms and you hold the phone to your ear.

“ I get it but you two need to be able to communicate on this one for this to go smoothly” she tells you

“So where you call him now or if I tell him you will have to talk to him, you will have to see him”

She inhaled and exhales. Your going to hate her for this but it seems like what’s best for both of you. Is to hear that one the other is alright and two their voices.

“ there cannot be a middle man it complicates things and it takes far too much time now I could call him for you tell him where you are, what are you going to do when he comes knocking at your door, you’ll have to talk to him then…” he voice trails off it’s a weak argument but it’s the best she had. You don’t respond for a few minutes and she’s almost concerned that you’ve hung up.

You ball your fist up as she speaks. You don’t want to talk to him. You don’t want to hear his voice. He was gone you were grieving him. And now you were being forced to face him all over again. He broke your heart, he shattered it into pieces and now you're just supposed to call him?

“…okay….” You whisper. The last thing you would want is to cause anyone hassle. You would rather suffer than make anyone else do it.

Kate smiles. Checkmate.

“I’ll text you his number all you need to do is confirm your location with him alright”

You take in a deep shaking breath.

“Alright”

“Good” she hangs up.

“Oh man” you say feeling a knot twist and turn in your stomach and your body begin to shake beyond your control. Your going to have to talk to him. You had planned to never think about him again after this trip and now you're going to have to talk to him. And you knew you had to because the tracking chip was fucked. And it’s likely if you're not being followed you would be soon. You're in danger. You're in a lot of danger. You run your hand along the scar in your back feeling the stitches and beneath the skin. The chip.

“Oh fuck” you whisper as you try to get your heart to calm down. You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to hear that voice. You want to forget what he sounds like. You want to forget him.

Your phone vibrates, it’s a text from Laswell. It’s a simple number highlighted in blue.
All you need to do is click on the number and your phone will automatically call it.

Your thumb lingers over the numbers. Ghost…is just a phone call away. Not gone after all. You set the phone down and wipe your sweaty palms on your pants leg. The twisting in your stomach is almost painful at this point.

“Okay you can do this you can do this…it’s just a phone call…” you inhale and exhale rocking back and forth

“It’s just a phone call”

You pick up your phone and press the number before you have a chance to talk yourself out of it. You put it on speaker unwilling to have his voice so close to you. You don’t know what you’ll do when you hear it.

Riiiiiing…. your heart is skipping every other beat

Riiiing… you feel like you want to throw up. Hell you might.

Riiiiiing…. you reach out and scratch the top of thunders head

“Hello” he answers curiously. Clearly he’s unsure at why an unknown number is calling his phone.

you freeze your voice caught in your throat. Silence rings throughout your room as you clutch your phone in your hand. Your mouth opens to speak but no words come out.

“Hello?” He repeats and you squeeze your eyes shut.
willing yourself to say something, anything at all a simple

“Hi” would do Or maybe just to say his name. Your jaw swings open and shut a few times but you can’t make yourself speak.

“Reader?” It’s soft it’s a sigh as if he is barely tasting it on his tongue.

Your breathing stops with a squeak that no doubt he heard, you look down at the phone watching the numbers tick by on the screen counting the very seconds of this call.

00:31….00:32….00:33…00:34….00:35

“You don’t have to talk”‘he says. You hear rattling in the background hear the passing of cars. Hear the calmness in his voice

“If it’s you all you need to do is press a number on the key pad”

You look down at the numbers 0-9 and press the one. The dial tone beeps and you hear him let out a sigh.

“Are you safe?” He asks. “Once for no two for yes”

You press one twice

“Are you alone?”

You press one twice.

“Laswell sent me the recent location of your map there are four hotels in that area I’ll list them you tell me which one you’ve gone to”

There’s a moment of silence

“The Marriott”

You press one once this was much easier you didn’t have to talk to him but the sound of his voice. You’d missed it. Hearing it again…it’s doing something to you.

“The Hilton” he lists

You press the one again

“The Palms”

You press one twice.

“You're at the palms?” He asked sharply

“That’s about an hour away” price says off handedly.

“Okay we’re on our way do not move until we get there and do not open the door for anyone do you understand” he sounds…almost desperate.

“Okay…”

He’s silent for a moment

“Sit tight…I’ll be there soon”

The call ends, the length of it blinking in front of your eyes on the screen.

00:59

A sick ominous feeling comes over you. He’d be here in an hour. In one hour you’d have to come face to face with the man who broke your heart less than four days after he broke it. You were strong but you aren’t sure you're strong enough for this.

You get up and pick up your clothes from the floor, all the towels and candy bar wrappers, the soda bottles and the bits of paper that Thunder ripped up scattered about the floor.

you run your fingers through your hair. You Wash your face. There’s bags under your eyes, your lips are chapped and you look pale. You look like you’ve been crying. If you have to see him you don’t want him to see you broken like this.

One because you know he won’t care and secondly Ghost is horrible with emotions. If there was anything that you learned about Ghost after two and a half years is that emotions were something he simply was unwilling to deal with. You put on just a bit of makeup. Just a small touch so that you look human again.

You pace back and fourth and back and fourth until you feel like you’ll lose your mind. You weren’t sure which was more terrifying seeing him again or someone finding you that had access to your chip. You run your hand across your lower back feeling the raised scar. Maybe you should take it out. How would you even do that?

You didn’t have anything sharp, not to mention it’s so hard to see back there.
what if you cut something you aren't supposed to, like an artery. You bite your lip and ponder on looking up how to remove something from your back on your phone but what would you even search that wouldn’t get you put on a watch list.

Three knocks at the door snap you out of your thoughts. Your entire body runs cold as you turn and look at the door Thunder lets out a loud bellowing bark as he walks up to the door and peers at it then barks again.

You slowly walk over to it your heart pounding in your ears. Thunder barks again but you don’t stop him you don’t want to let anyone outside of the room know you’re here that doesn’t need to know. He barks again as you press your hands against the door.

“Mrs. Ghost? ” you hear on the other side of the door. It’s a name you recognize but not a voice you know.

You don’t respond. Soap only soap and Gaz call you Mrs. Ghost and this voice was accented. With what you couldn’t tell but clearly they were trying to hide it. Yiu look through the peephole and see only the empty hall before you they were standing to the side whoever they were. The hairs on the back of your neck raised.

You double check the lock both the door handle and the dead bolt are locked but the chair at the top is still dangling.

“I work with your husband, he sent me to check in on you”

You reach up for the dead bolt.

“Mrs ghost?”

Thunder barks over and over and over again. You slowly try to latch the chain while scrolling through your phone for your last call. If this person was with Ghost they’d be willing to tell you their name or at the very least Ghost but you didn’t want to say anything until you got confirmation with Ghost that someone aside from him was supposed to be at your hotel.

You back away from the door as you find ghosts number and pull it up on your phone when you hear the same voice say

“I dont think she’s in there”

“She’s in there” that voice you recognize but you don’t know why.

BANG!

you jump almost completely out of your skin. You almost scream but you hold it in with a hand over your mouth. The door bulges beneath some unseen weight and you look around the room

BANG! PUSH BANG! PUSH

You rush to the phone in the room and press the receiver to your ear and dial security only to hear a disconnected sound. did..they cut the lines?

“Shit” you breathe

BANG!

The door strains and you hear bits of wood splintering. As the lock rattles in its holder on the door frame it looks like the lock is about to give way any second.

“Shit shit shit.” You look at Thunder and whisper

“Hostile”

He bears his teeth and approaches the door barking rather loudly

Chapter Text

BANG! PUSH BANG! PUSH

You rush to the phone in the room and press the receiver to your ear and dial security only to hear a disconnected sound. did..they cut the lines?

“Shit” you breathe

BANG!

The door strains and you hear bits of wood splintering. As the lock rattles in its holder on the door frame it looks like the lock is about to give way any second.

“Shit shit shit.” You look at Thunder and whisper

“Hostile”

He bears his teeth and approaches the door barking rather loudly

BANG! PUSH BANG PUSH BANG! PUSH

The lock breaks and the door flies open and three men rush into the room wearing all black tractable armor with guns drawn. Long muzzle silencers on top.

Thunder lunges at one, the furtherest into the room biting him on the upper arm arm and clamping his jaw down. His teeth rip through the flesh and tug.

Thunder growls as he rips at the long sleeve of the man who’s arm he’s just bit into tear at at the flesh. He brings his gun up to bash the dog in the head. Thunder let’s go and scampers back before lunging again. The man reaches up and kicks him slamming his body into the dresser Thunder gets up and bites the man's ankle tearing through the flesh.

“Take care of the fucking dog!” What seems like the leader of them says. One man grabs Thunder’s collar and forces him off of the first man to enter the room who stumbles near the bed clutching his arm and breathing heavily.

The man holding his collar drags him to the bathroom, puts him in it and locks him in. Thunder barks loudly which sets off all the other animals wishing his barks radios. It's a cascade of barking and meowing hissing and growling from the other guests.

“Search the room she’s in here” the leader says.

From beneath the bed you watch their shoes three sets of shoes moving towards the bathroom, the sitting areas and one walking alongside the very bed you were hiding beneath. He’s missing a great deal of skin from the front and back of his ankle.

Thunders doing no doubt You clutch the knife you managed to grabbed from beneath your pillow you keep it there every night be been no matter where you go for two and half years now. Ghost had insisted you understood why now.

You clutch it tight in your hand. It’s a small knife with a flip blade maybe 7 inches long but it was sharp it was enough.

“Just the dog in the bathroom” one says

“She ain’t in here either” a man returns from the sitting room.

“We’ll check her shit she’s here somewhere” the leader barks

You watch as one of the men picks up your dropped phone and begins to go through it.

Ghosts number is on that phone. You can’t let them get a hold of that and you need to survive this encounter.

If you were going to survive you'd need a weapon other than a knife. You can’t take them all out with a knife and your not so confident in your fighting skills. However, the way that Ghost had trained you with a gun. Now that you have confidence in. A handgun at the very least.

You knew they had guns. You slowly creep to the edge of the bed and slice out your knife cutting through the achilles heel of the man Thunder attacked the threats of his muscles and skin slice like a hot knife through butter as he wobbles forward ripping the muscle more as the body tries to balance itself and fails you can see bone. He drops forward bashing his head on the bed side table he screams screams and drops to the ground a bruise on his head his eyes wide as he lands. You crawl up a bit to reach his head, you pull back and lung your knife through his eye he spasms and goes quiet. His gun thuds under the bed to you.

You check it. The mag has only six bullets. You hope that’s enough. There’s a long cylindrical muzzle attached to it that you don’t recognize

“I told you she’s here!” Someone shouts, you watch as their footsteps scurry around the room aiming the gun at their feet. You follow only one foot with your sights and when he paused and asks

“Where the fuck-“ you fire the gun it lets out a soft Whiskey sound one you know couldn’t be heard outside of this room the bullet tears through his leg and he thuds to the ground.

You look at the gun. A silencer? Ghost had told you about these but you’d never seen them. They didn’t make the gunshot silent but it did make it sound like just a whisp of air. When you look up from the gun your eyes lock with the man who’s leg you just shot. His gun moves and aims at You.

You point and aim widely and pull the trigger something ghost told you to never do but your more than pleased to watch a bullet rip through this mans stomach and land in the dresser behind him.

You see two more pairs of feet enter the room at least two pairs. Shit!

You feel a hand wrap around your ankle and pull you from beneath the bed you scream and aim your gun only for a punch to be delivered to your face It stuns you only momentarily as you reach up to knee him in the side.

“Clever little bitch aren’t you!?” He shouts and punches you again you try to aim and shoot but it misses and tears through the ceiling with a high pitched whisper of air

He grabs your wrist twisting it so hard your fingers release the gun on instinct and it thuds to the ground,

his hands clamp around your throat. Your air supply is cut off and you feel the pressure build in your head.
you claw at his hands but his grip doesn’t let up. You kick and buck but nothing is breaking his hold. His eyes go for his eyes your tell yourself but you have no sand to throw like with soap. It’s just carpet. You grip his arms feeling your thoughts slow down.

You start to panic and claw at any and everything, your hands landing on his face. His face! Go for the eyes!

You dig your thumbs into his eyes feeling the squishy texture of them bulge between your fingers and his eyes sockets you feel his skin drag beneath your finger nails.

“Ahhh!” He backs up and you kick him away getting up to flee the room only to feel hands clamps around you and pull you back. The man you clawed clutches his eyes growls angrily and kicks a chair in the room as you're held by two sets of hands around your upper arms and lower wrists. You can’t run your stuck

The man that was once on top of you knees you in the stomach and it knocks the wind out of you. You double over in pain struggling to take a breath. The only thing holding you up were the hands around your arms. He holds his hands up to his eyes and checks for blood. Which there definitely is. You hear a gun click and lift your head up. Suddenly

You're staring down the barrel of a handgun.

“Knock it off” he says calmly his chest heaving up and down from the struggle. Your heart leaps into your throat. But you managed to push it back down

The man holding the gun looks down. He sees the guy near the dresser, his blood spilling out and pooling beneath the bed.

The guy you shot is behind you, his eyes wide open, face covered in his own blood, little silent gasps escaping his mouth as he struggles to breath. He looks back at you.

“Not bad” it sounds like a compliment but it’s clear you fighting back in a way that could have killed two of them was something they hadn’t been planning on.

He sighs and rubs the blood away from the deep scratches around his eye sockets. The two men holding you slowly let you go and you're forced to stand in front of the gun.
beneath the weight of your quickly depleting strength.

Your knees feel like they’ll buckle under any moment. Your chest feels tight. Your heart is pounding in your ears. It takes you a minute. You have to really try not to focus on the gun but once you actually look at him you realize you know this face.

It’s not as bruised or bloody or wincing in pain but you know that face. You’ve seen it in your garage when Ghost and Soap and Gaz questioned him. Your eyes go wide.

“There it is” he chuckles once he sees the recognition in your eyes.

“Nice to see you again Mrs. Ghost” he pushed the gun closer to you.

“I have to say” he sniffles.

“I am impressed I mean you really are a ghost wife aren’t you?”

He sighs and puts the gun down before pointing to the door of the room.One of the remaining men shuts it and locks it with the chain. It’s the only lock remaining. Yiu watch them feeling helpless if you run there are two men in your way and your not sure you can get past them without getting shot. If you fight…you’ll also be shot. You feel a warmth on your nose dripping down to your upper lip. You're sure you're bleeding you're sure your face is bruised it feels swollen at the very least. He punched you really hard.

“Now since we’ve never been formally introduced” the man pulls out a chair and sets it in front of you before he sits down. The gun balances on his knee but it’s still pointed at you.

Tears of pain have gathered in your eyes from the pain and you try to keep them from falling down your face.

“Nice to meet you I’m Alphonse the man your husband tortured and nearly killed in your garage and you are?”

Your try to speak but your teeth are chattering. Alphonse looks at you patiently waiting for you to answer. You clench your fits and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Reader…my name's Reader” you finally manage to say. Your voice is shaking.

“Ah yes Reader? You see I had heard that name before but after your husband beat me within an inch of my life things tend to” he waves his hand in the air

“Slip my mind” he leans forward with a smile that looked like fangs belonged on the corners of his mouth.

“Now normally we would simply wait. Take your husband by surprise” he explains

“But after everything he’s done” he shakes his head

“After everyone he’s killed in cold blood…no” Alphonse shakes his head

“death is too good for him…I want him to suffer as my family has suffered”

What does this have to do with me?” You say through gritted teeth.

“Ya know they all asked that” Alphonse points out

“All the wives,they all wanted to know why them and it’s simple really”

Alphonse holds out his hand and your phone is placed in it.

“A man like ghost has very little to lose” he begins going through your phone calling a number letting it ring then hanging up

“we could kill his squad mates but let’s be honest…he would just get new one” he fiddles with your phone calls again it rings he hangs up

“We could kill the dog but he would once again buy another but…” Alphonse clicks his tongue

“A wife…” he smiles “ a wife is something that’s hard to come by”

The man at your feet coughs up a gush of blood and twitches with a groan as he clutches your feet.

You let out a nervous chuckle it’s all high pitched and scared sounds.

“You're an idiot if you think Ghost cares about me he left me…” You stated

“He married you in the first place” Alphonse says through gritted teeth as he takes a deep breath. Breathing your scent in. The scent of absolute fear.

Alphonse pauses, looks at you and hands the phone.

“Ghost was the leader, your husband and do you know who the first victim was?” He asks softly. You shake your head

“My mother” Alphonse forces the phone into your hands.

“I was 17 when your husband gunned down my mother in our kitchen” Alphonse explains.

“And then my grandmother and several of my aunts uncles “ he runs the tip of the gun along your cheek roughly and you have to close your eyes to fight against the shiver of anxiety at having a gun that close to your face.

“Then he killed my father”

He chuckles “me and grandpa were all that’s left and that’s thanks to your husband. So I’ll do him…and all the other ghosts. The same favor” he says through gritted teeth

Price Soap Ghost and now Roach ride in Price’s car, roach wanted to come with Ghost. Gaz decided to head back to base to help Laswell.

“So LT how on earth are you gonna convince Reader to stay” soap asks leaning over the front seat to look at his masked Lieutenant

“Reader?” Roach signs “what happened to Mrs. Ghost”

“I won’t call her Mrs. Ghost if she decided she didn’t like being Mrs. Ghost”

“Soap your shit stirring knock it off” price looks in the mirror

“I’m not! I’m genuinely curious!”
Soap gently touched prices shoulder

“I mean can you imagine Ghost with a bouquet of roses on his hands and knees begging anyone to stay in his life?”

“I don’t beg” ghost snaps

“Exactly my point” Soap points out

“she doesn’t even like roses she likes tulips” ghost says matter of fact it had meant to sound like a gotcha but it sounded like something entirely different

Price sneaks a look at the masked man.

“You intend to ask her to stay then?” Price questions

“I don’t plan to ask her anything.I plan to explain the circumstances to her” Ghost looks at price

“Explain what Shepard did

“Oh so romantic” roach signs

“What if that’s not enough” soap asks

“Why on earth would that not be enough?” Ghost asks

“Simon can I offer some advice?” price cuts in

“No but I know your going to anyway” Ghost says

“Reader has already admitted to me that she loves you. And I’m not saying you love her as well but if you love her….” Price looks at him briefly

“Showing a little bit of vulnerability could go a long way”

Ghost shakes his head

“She wouldn’t even speak to me…my chance for that is long gone”
Ghost feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and takes it out. This number called him thirty minutes ago. It’s your number.

“And who’s that?” Soap asks curiously, raising an eyebrow. Ghost shoots him a look for a long moment before he responds

“It’s reader”

“Seems like she wants to talk now,” Price nods at the man.

Ghost answers the phone on speaker because with all his gear on he wouldn’t be able to hear you if he pressed it to his ear.

“Reader, what did you need?” He immediately answers

“ you can press-“

“Ghost” you say softly and it makes his blood run cold. In fact everyone in the car visibly stiffens. Everyone but price looks at the phone.

“Are you okay?” Ghost asks

You don’t answer the line is silent. It makes everyone’s hair stand on end.

You try to control your breathing as you feel Alphonse move behind you sitting on the bed behind you . His bad against yours makes you curl into yourself the gun he holds presses to the back of your skull. Tingles of anxiety shoot up your spine and scatter throughout your head.

“There’s the man of the hour” Alphonse speaks then.

Price and Soaps eyes go wide. They recognize that voice just as sure as Ghost does

“Ghost this is some woman you’ve got” Alphonse states

“almost took out two of my men” Alphonse explains

“Alphonse if you touch her I’ll-“ ghost begins

“You’ll do what?” Alphonses barks

“You’ll kill me, I welcome it but that won’t stop me” he circles his arms around your being to cup in front of your face as he slowly twists the long muzzle. Hr shakes his head as he does so.

“Did you know this could have all been avoided?” Alphonse whispers into your ear loud enough for Ghost to hear.

“What?” Yiu ask softly

“Don’t listen to him, Reader” Ghost says simply.

“He’s a liar he’s trying to scare you”

“You should be scared” the extension to the gun comes free and he shows you the weapon inspecting it in front of your eyes

“All you had to do… was die Ghost, that's all you had to do….”

Alphonse pushes his body against yours and runs the gun up your arm you shiver from fear.

“because you didn’t , now I have to tie up loose ends for both my grandfather and Shepard” he chuckles

“Shapard?” Price growls shaking his head
His phone begins to light up on the dashboard from Laswell but he ignores it. He ignores it because this conversation has taken over his mind.

“Starting with your wife ending with roach…” at the sound of his voice he looked up.

“Soap” Alphonse stated, soap perks up in his seat.

“And price”

He sighs “and then there’s you”

He hears your scream as Alphonse thrusts the gun into your head.

“What’s his name bitch” Alphonse demands

Ghost is still as he listens and Price steps on the gas forcing the car to go faster.

“I don’t know, I don't know!” You cry out.

“You have to know your married to him” Alphonse stated.

“I only call him ghost!” You almost scream. It’s a lie you know it’s a lie but to the grave, you love him you’d take any part of his name to the grave. And it seemed like that’s where you’d be headed. Whether you gave the name or not

“Reader, can you hear me?” Ghost asks.

There is soft weak pants of panic sounding through the phone as you breath out

“Yes” your voice is a squeak

Ghost squeezes his eyes shut.

“You're strong…you know that right?” He asks softly

“Ghost…” you whisper it’s hardly a whisper

“Simon” he corrects letting out a deep exhaling breath. He shuts his eyes right. He almost regrets it as it leaves his mouth but he’s done it now

“my name is Simon” he clarifies. Hoping that it was enough. His nsme in exchange for you.

You want to feel delighted that you now know this… his name… his name Is Simon Riley.

the fact that he’s just told you his name fills you with a sense of impending dread.

“S-s-“ you lick your dry lips

“Simon”

“I’ll get you out of this” Ghost explains

“Simon!” Alphonse chuckles as he runs the gun through the strands of your hair

“Do you really want the last words to your own wife to be a lie?” Alphonse chuckles

Soaps eyes are glued to the phone all of their hearts are pounding,
all of them have stopped breathing.

“It’s not a lie” he says through gritted teeth

“Ah aha Ah you’ll fill her heart with false hope” Alphonse taunts as Roach and soap look at each other and ghosts eyes are glued to the phone.

Price is trying not to react but it’s very clear his focus is almost completely on this phone call. No one wants to look fully at ghost in this moment.

“…your…almost here right?” You ask soffit

“I’m almost there” ghost explains

“Good”‘Alphonse says “you MIGHT actually get to see her body before it runs cold”

He hears a gun click

“Reader!” Ghost almost shouts out

“Simon…” your voice is shaking so much it sounds like your on the verge of tears

“I…” he paused and thinks for a moment

“you got dragged into this…it wasn’t your fault” he tried but that didn’t sound like much reassurance he wasn’t sure.

“I…” you inhale sharply “I know”

“And you did everything right” Ghost
Explains. Price looks at him then.

“I…” you choke on your words

“i know” you whisper and you let out a soft sob.

“You will hurry right…?Thunder is going…crazy…in the bathroom I don’t want him to hurt himself” you tell him. He won’t make it in time you know he won’t.

“I’ll hurry, I promise I’m almost there” Ghost tells you.

Your voice is hiccuping as You feel the muzzle of the gun move snuggly against the base of your skull and your neck.

Price is weaving in and out of
The traffic at this point, breaking every law there is on the road.

You let out a sobbing chuckle

“At least…now…I know your name…” he can hear you smile

“Yes…you know my name” ghost breathes

“Simon…Riley” you speak it softly

And then you chuckle it’s so softly and filled with fear

“that’s a fucking ugly name” you let
Out a pain filled laugh and soap smiles instinctively as he looks up tears threatening to begin to collect in the bottom of his eyes.

You squeeze your eyes shut as does ghosts. He doesn’t want to look at his phone right now. He’s praying the exit Price is coming up in his the exit they need to take but as he passes it Ghost stops breathing

“Simon…” you say it just to say it as Alphonse grips your hips and hold you ib place you say it because you can. Simon. A man like that. His name was fucking Simon. You smile to yourself as you feel Alphonse angle at the base of your neck the bullet would tear at your brain stim and your brain. You’d die regaardless.

“Yes?” You hear Ghost respond

“Can you…say…”
Your voice strangles a sob as your purse your lips together. You are about to die after all

“say something…comforting…” you almost beg him.

Soap covers his mouth as he shifts in his seat wanting to jump through time to reach you.

Ghosts presses the hand holding the phone to his head. Comforting? You were about to die you wanted him to be…comforting?

“P-please” you finally break with a sob.

Ghost looks to price then back down at the phone. He squeezed it tight.

“…flash….” He whispers

you chuckle he can hear the large amounts of breath that you let out through the phone.

“Th-…” you choke “Thunder…”

There’s a moment of silence before a gunshot rings through the phone making soap jump, making price swerve almost off the road as he lets out a soft noise of horror.
roaches eyes go wide

Ghost throws his phone hard against the windshield of the car cracking the glass beneath the force as the phone lines goes dead.

Chapter Text

2 months ago

Walking out of your bedroom you feel more than uncomfortable, you had a choice between three outfits and between the leather skimpy bra and underwear, the sequence thong and crop top and this bright pink silk dress that barely goes passed your pussy and laced on the side you had to go with the pink outfits it covered the most you suppose. however as you try to smooth and pull the hem of the skirt lower your starting to feel like a mistake. Sure you were going undercover as a stripper but the outfit plus the shoes you're carrying in your hand makes you feel like it might be a little too much. You turn to check on yourself in the bathroom mirror and see Ghost standing in front of it, there’s a small tin in his hand and his gloves are off. When he hears you he turns his head to look at you up and down.

“Well you certainly look like a stripper” he comments Popping the top of the tin. it looks like it’s filled with a thick black paste of sorts.

“Thanks?” You tilt your head to the side.

“That wasn't a compliment…” he states

“Don’t worry ghost I promise I won’t accidentally fall onto a customs dick” your joking when you say it.

But then He gives you a serious look.

“You better not” it’s deep, almost like a growl.

“Ooh is that a hint of jealousy I hear in your tone LT?” you approach him playfully poking him in the side.

“Hmm?… is the big bad ghost jealous?” You poke at his ribs and he sets the tin down and turns to you, he grips your hands and pulls you toward him sandwiching you between himself and the bathroom sink. You gasp and look up at him as he pins your hands behind your back and tilts his head slowly to the side, his green eyes staring at you with the pupils blown wide.

“Yes”

Your jaw drops as you look up at him.

“Now if you want to keep that outfit in tact stop teasing” he warns

“Gonna ruin another outfit really?”

“I will literally ruin them all”

You chuckle softly and try to get your wrists free he tightens his grip around them.

“Let me go ghost”

“You got yourself into this situation you can get yourself out” you can hear the smile on his voice.

“Is this what we're doing now?” You ask squirming to get your hands free

“It is what we’re doing” he squeezes your wrists tighter he brings his thigh forward as he tilts his head to the other side. You feel his thigh press against your core and Yiu shutter.

“We have somewhere we have to be” Yiu warn him a little more shake in your voice then you’d like there to be.

“Then you best get your hands free soon then” you feel a light chuckle bounce from his chest that is flush against yours.

“Or is my thigh too much of a distraction?” he pressed harder.

“Stop it” you try to keep your eyes from rolling.

“Look at you squirm gonna need to do better than that”

“Ghost seriously” You say through chuckles “let me go”

“And I already told you”

You lean down and bite through his shirt. It’s worked before so you decided don’t fix what isn’t broken.
He growls as he inhales deeply he releases one of your hands to grip you by the back of your hair and yanks your head away. You let out a small squeak when he does

“You are trying to start something neither of us have time to finish” he says the mouth of his mask is only inches away from your own.

“Oh I started this did I?” You ask, you show him your free hand. He looks at it. Then you can see his eyes squint as he smiles.

“I finished it too”

He grabs your waist and puts you in the skin counter. He pushes between your legs and You grip his shoulders to stabilize yourself. He looks down at your outfit.

“Oh you really like this one don’t you?” Yiu ask softly as his hands rub up and down your sides.

“ I do”

“Yeah?” You run your hand down his chest and feel in take in a deep breath you hook your finger in his belt and pull him forward a bit which makes his eyes go wide and he won’t tell you but his heart starts to race. Sure he wanted to devour you in this outfit the moment he saw it but he didn’t think he would actually get the chance. He didn’t think you would let him.

“Do you want to fuck be ghost?” You ask, it's barely a whisper.

“Yes” he says. You smile and lean in, placing a soft kiss on the mask. His eyes flutter closed and You feel his lips push through the fabric of his balaclava. When you pull away you whisper

“Too bad” you push him away so hard his back slams against the bathroom wall opposite you. You didn’t expect him to go that far you figured you could push him Ah inch or too but it was clear he was not braced at all for your attack.

“We have work to do”

You move to get off the counter the second that your feet his throat ground you feel him rush you gripping your wrists and forcing you to face the mirror. Once again sandwiched but this time with your back to his front. Now it’s yiur turn to widen your eyes as his hands sneak around to the front of your dress and tear it right down the middle.

“Ghost!”

“Looks like you’ll have to wear something else” he says as forces the torn fabric down and the gloves of your breasts spill forward.

He massages them rolling the nipples between his finger tips.

“Ghost” You grip his hands with your own but you don’t try to pull him away. Instead you lean into him feeling the warmth of his chest. You feel his hard Cock against your back through his jeans. He doesn’t have any of his gear on so you can feel it place as day and a moan slips out of you once you do.

“I bet you fill smug don’t you” he asks softly

“Getting me so worked up”

“A little” you admit with a smile “yeah”

“You caused it” he lifts the remainder of your dress up around your ass and pulls the match panties to the side. His fingers find your pussy and play with the lips before he slides a finger in.

“You're going to fix it” he forces You forward a bit if you didn’t put a hand up on the mirror you're certain you would have smacked face first into the countertop. In the mirror You can see him look down and start to ubutton his pants you hear the pull of the zipper he reaches down and suddenly the head of his cock is brushing against your entrance. The second you feel it you practically gush from your cunt and he gathers it all on the base of his cock.

“Ghost please” you reach a hand back to pull on his shirt he leans over you and lifts the bottom of his balaclava

“Trust me you don’t have to beg for this one” he turns your head and kisses you hard and breathy like he’s trying to swallow you. You moan his tongue lunges into your mouth and conquers your wrapping around it and massaging. When he pulls away your eyes are lidded and you feel drunk you rub a hand along his jaw line. Your not sure you’ve ever been this close to his face Yiu can see each little dot of fine hair that makes up his five o clock shadow you can see his jaw line his soft pink lips and your eyes go a bit wide as you notice something…you hadn’t before. You turn your body a bit to get a better view. In the corner of his mouth there’s a long jagged scar. You run your finger over it and turn his head it’s on the other corner as well.

“What?” He asks.

“I…” you start then pause looking up into his eyes.

“I didn’t know you had a Glasgow smile”

His lips part a bit at that and you feel him hesitate. He reaches a hand up and pulls the balaclava back down.

“No” you whisper “don’t” you pull it back up and your shocked he lets you.

“Don’t hide it from me” You kiss the corners of his mouth and he is as still as a board as you do so.

“Never be afraid to show me your scars”

He doesn’t say anything back, he goes silent for a moment before thrusting as deep as he can inside of you with no warning. You gasp your back arches and your eyes roll.

“Holy shit” you have to bend over the sink again, angling yourself as he dives impossibly deeper.his thrusts are brutal with all the force he has in his body. He holds you by the hips as he fucks Yiu your knees are bouncing against the cabinets beneath the sink causing them to rattle your hand squeaks on the mirror pleasure shoots through your body so sharp and intense your not sure how to handle it. Your mind is going blank at the feel of his large cock stretching you to fit around him.

“How” he grunts “do you keep getting tighter?” He asks and rolls his hips against yours

“Fuuuuck” you get whole body quivers as your toes curl.

“There it is” he whispers as you feel him hit your cervix.

“How about I give you a few scars huh?” He says scratching down your back making it arch

“Ah Ghost Ah Ah” he gives a hard thrust that pushes your face flush against the mirror. You can see your breath fogging the glass with each powerful thrust.

“God damn” he whispers watching his cock thrust in and out of your pussy the way your lips wrap around him the way he pulls out completely slick and shining with your juices.

“Ghost right there please” you whisper breathlessly as he hits your g spot. He chuckles

“God you sound like a whore” he says gripping a hand full of your hair and yanking forcing you up and facing the mirror you can see him thrusting into you from behind and your own fucked out face. Cheeks flushed, eyes lidded, mouth open.

“Look at yourself” he demands “look at how pretty you look being rammed by my cock” your eyes roll as he says this and you have to grip the sink with all the force in your body as he thrusts harder and faster even though you didn’t think it was possible.

“Ah Ah look” he pulls your hair harder and your back focuses on the mirror. But you're more watching him than yourself the way he looks down the way you can see his eyes roll with a particular deep thrust and when his head falls back in absolute pleasure you almost break then and there.

“You” you whisper “have to watch too” you demand and his eyes move to the mirror. You're watching eachother.

“Shit” his thrusts become more erratic. You can hear his waist smacking against yours as he leans forward and wraps a hand around your neck and squeezes, cutting off just a small bit of air supply.

“Yes little Robin tighten around me” he growls “just like that”

You try to respond to tell him you love it when he calls you his Robin but all that comes out is a slew of moans.

“What’s that?” He asks, pausing his thrusts. “I didn’t quite hear”

When you go to speak he thrusts into you hard and deep twice making you squeal.

“Sorry what?”

You try again, the same thing.

“Something wrong little Robin? Can’t talk?”

“G-g-g” you can’t get his name out.

“It’s okay I know what your trying to say” he begins thrusting even harder than before. However the both of you gasp at this his eyes go wide.

“Fuck…” his body shakes against you. “You…got …even more wet holy fuck”

His thrust are picking you up off your feet as he gets as deep as he possibly can you feel the orgasm start at your curled toes and work all the way up your body.

“Wait- “you can’t tell if you're talking to him yourself or the orgasm. But it’s beginning to overwhelm you, it's causing you to buck and bounce beyond your control.

“Fuck” he moves faster and faster “thats it good girl cum for me cum all over my dick”

“Ah Ah!” It sounds like a genuine cry of pain as your orgasm explodes within your body making you shake and jerk up against him. His hands wrap around your mid sections holding you close as you ride your orgasm in his cock.

He lets out a sigh of relief as his orgasm strikes him, his cock pulsing deep within your pussy both eyes glued to the mirror you're watching eachother cum though he can see more than You.

When your orgasm is spent you go limp against him and he holds you up. He hissed as he slowly pulled his cock out of you and moved your panties back into place.

“Keep that safe for me, yeah?” He asks between heavy breathes. You nod.

“Atta girl” when you gather your strength against you stand up and turn to look at him. You have a lazy smile on your face.

He reaches behind you to grab the tin again and up close you can tell it’s paint. You look up at him and you're a bit angry you didn’t notice the black smudge usually around his eyes is missing.

You can see blonde eyebrows and long fluttering blonde eyelashes. You can see creases in his eyelids and bags under his eyes. He prepares to drip two fingers into the paint when you snatch the tin away.

“I wanna do it” you say.

“What?” He asks

“I wanna do the eye thing. Let me do it”

“They eye thing?” He crosses his arms.

“Yes the eye thing let me…do your make up?” You shrug.

“Why?”

“Because I want to” you smile and tap your nails against the tin. He sighs and picks you up again to sit on the sink. This time he doesn’t try to fuck you. He simply leans forward and closes his eyes.

“Fine”

You let out a squeal of happiness as
you dip your fingers into the thick paint. It’s kinda sticky and very cold.

“So if you wear the mask” you say as you start at the bridge of his nose and smear under his eye.

“Why do you need the make up?”

“Mask only hides so much” he states

“So the make up is to ensure no part of your face is identifiable?”

You run the paint over the bit of his forehead showing and run through his eyebrows staining them black.

“Have you always worn face paint and the mask?”

His eyes open again. He stares at you and you pause.

“Sorry…I’m worming again arent I?” you nod your head and continue to paint his face. His hands slowly come up
To rest on your hips.

“No…I haven’t always worn the mask”

Your eyes lock with his.

“What about the face paint”

“When needed”

He closes his eyes as you touch his eyelids. in some odd way it feels so intimate to touch them even more so than what the two of you just did. To have to be so delicate on any part of this hardened man. And he was trusting you to do so.

“Will I ever see your face” it’s a question you'd meant to stay in your head but you found yourself whispering it almost like a prayer

“No,” he answers.

You smile

“Figures” the thick black paint is on every bit of the exposed part of his face you set the tin down.

“You’ve lived a…long tiring life haven't you ghost?” There’s a sadness in your face you haven’t seen before.

“Yes I have”

You look down.

“I wish…” you look away. “I wish I could make it better somehow” he tilts his head down. And forces eye contact with you.

Now

“You do” Ghost says to himself as he snaps out of the memory. He’s been holding your ring in his hand for a few minutes now. Twisting it and twirling it between his fingers. He should have told you that. He should have been honest a lot sooner.

Price walks along the edge of the highway pacing back and forth in the headlights of the car. Cars are flying past him as he holds the phone up to his ear listening to Alarjandros report.

Alejandro and Rudy had managed to make it to the hotel before they did, so Price decided to pull over and give everyone a bit of a chance to breathe after the phone call. It was hard even for him; he can't imagine how the rest are feeling.

Ghost has not said a word since , soap is looking at his shaking hands as he sits on the hood of the car. He can’t tell if they're shaking from the rush of the adrenaline or from pure rage. Roach is silently sitting in the car. Every one of them is blaming themselves. Every one of them feels like they have let you down. Because they had. They all feel guilty. But no one, more than Ghost.

“Any updates?” Piece placed a hand on his hip and sighing, his eyes shooting back to look at Ghost, who was leaning against the cat staring out into the darkness of the night that had overtaken the highway.

“Corners got here a few minutes ago, should be bringing the body out soon” Alejandro leans on his car and shakes his head the flash of the red and blue lights of cop cars that had gathered in the parking lot along with the big white van that he knew belonged to the corner. They’d made it here sooner and yet it was still too late.

“Did he really make Ghost…listen to that?” Alejandro looks at Rudy’s concerned face.

“We all listened to it” Price explains

“Jesus!” Alejandro sighs,

“is Ghost okay?”

Price thins his lips and tilts his head

“Would you be?”

Alejandro sees a police officer approach him with a bag in his hand.

“Colonel Vargas” the cop calls

“One second price” Alejandro presses his phone to his chest.

“Yeah?”

“We found these on the victim” he hands him the bag and Alejandro. He begins to look through it. There’s a wallet with two sets of ID, a hundred dollars in cash, a debit card, a gift card for some store called Sephora and a charm. It’s small a metal in the shape of some large animal he’s never seen before. It has an arrow on the top of its head. He shows it to Rudy.

“Oh she had an Appa charm nice”

“Appa?” Alejandro questions

“Appa…the flying bison” rudy raises an eyebrow

“Flying?…bison can fly?” Alejandro questions

“Uh-“ rudy begins but shakes his head

“Yes…bison can fly”

He picks it up, looks at it and then puts it in his pocket. He looks at the IDs he'd never seen your face before, now he gets a good long look at it.

“Huh…she was very pretty, '' Alejandro says out loud.

“We also found a dog in the bathroom” says the cop

“We’ll take him,” Alejandro says. The police officer walks away after that.

“I’ve got Her purse” Alejandro returns to his phone call.

“Alright why don’t you two stay there gather what you can and meet us back on base” Price says. Clearly it’s an order.

“Are you not coming then?” Alejandro asks

“No…” price looks back at Ghost

“ he doesn’t need to be there for that”

“Alright” Alejandro hangs up the phone.

Price walks back towards the car. Soap and ghost look up at him.

“We’re heading back to base” he states

“What? But what about Reader” Soap asks

“Alejandro and Rudolfo are taking care of it, everything is being taken care of ”

“But we should be there” Soap states

“We’re going back to base” Price tries nicely at first

“Price” Ghost steps forward

“Soap is right we should be there”

Price, let's put a long sigh.

“I know why you want to be there. But for once Simon. Don’t torture yourself like that. You do not need to see her like that”

“But-“

“Simon” price snaps. “Get in the car”

Price walks around the man. Ghost juggles your ring in his hand. He wanted to give this back to you. He wanted you to have it because regardless if the marriage was over, he bought it for you and you should have had it. He’s heard a lot of gunshots in his lifetime but he’s certain that one is seared into his memory.

“Simon” Price calls from the driver seat. Ghost slips the ring back in his pocket and gets in the car.

When the dog is brought to Rudy and Alejandro it’s on edge it’s shaking and it’s growing softly. They give him a few head pats before putting him in the back of rudys car. One he …borrowed from the police.

“Why don’t you take him back to base? I've got things handled here” Alejandro states.

“You sure?” Rudy asks

“Yeah”

By the time Rudy pulls out the corners are bringing a body out of the hotel on a stretcher, it's zipped up in a white bag but he can see blood stains on the outside of it. He takes in a deep breath and shakes his head. He didn’t know you at all but for some reason knowing you were gone was affecting him in a way it probably shouldn’t be.

He leans back against his car taking deep breath after deep breath. He closes his eyes and sighs. Poor ghost. He lost his wife. And he had to listen to it happen. He knows very little about the man but what he does understand is loss. And loss is never easy no matter how many times it happens.

He leans forward moving to get a cigarette out of his pocket when he notices a car. At first there’s nothing odd about it aside from the fact that it’s parked in an alleyway. He almost looks over it before he sees movement inside of the car. Three men, two in front, one in back. Like everyone else they are watching the scene taking place in the hotel. Their eyes glued to the spot.

Alejandro puts a cigarette in his mouth as he examines the car more closely, out of state plates. Nothing off there, this was a hotel, maybe they were traveling for something. One of them notices him looking as he lights up his cigarette he inhales deeply then let’s a puffs out.

The one that notices him says something and the other two notice him as well.

He looks away inhaling his cigarette again. The car starts and for a brief moment he’s bathed in the headlights the car rolls forward pulling out. in the street light Alejandro can see they’re wearing hotel staff clothes. He’s seen similar white clothing on the cleaning crew that has taken the bloodied blankets and towels out of the room. He raises an eyebrow. Why would they be leaving? Why would they be hiding. Why would they have out of state plates if they worked at the hotel?

He throws his cigarette on the ground and gets in his car. He has a hunch he can’t explain it but he feels something is not right with them. He starts his car and begins to follow them at a distance. Making sure he can see them but at least a car is between the two.

Laswell sighs as she jots down the names of all the death certificates stored in this computer. All of them had been Ghosts the men that helped Simon on his mission to kill the original Pope. At this point she has counted 10 certificates.

Choi
Fisher
Spencer
Gonzales
Stegmiller
Reiss
Anderson
Rae
Aris
Jones

All part of the ghost team all dead. She begins to look for the wives death certificates to log them as well yet she doesn’t find any. Not a single one. Only the ghost team.

“Wait a moment” she whispers “where are the wives death certificates Shepard said that the wives were murdered along with the husbands. So where are the wives? When she sees a link to a few names she sighs in relief not because they’re dead but because she can locate their death certificates she would hate any more information to be lost. As she clicks on the link that’s titled

Choi, she sees a picture of a young woman with dark brown hair curtain bangs and soft brown eyes. But it’s not a death certificate, it's a missing persons report. Laswells eyebrows furrow as she clicks on the name

Spencer sees another woman rather large and muscular with a bright smile and a tattoo on her shoulder . Another missing person

And finally

Spencer, a woman with bright green hair, looks back at her. The final missing persons report.

Missing? were they all missing? Not dead?

“What the fuck…” Laswell breathes

It’s stuffy with the fabric over your face. You think the car has been moving for an hour, maybe an hour and a half. You're barely able to keep track. They drugged you before they pulled you out of the hotel and you can’t exactly hear the roar of the engines with your ears still ringing.

The gunshot went off so close to your ear it temporarily deafened you. You're covered in the blood and brain matter of the man on the floor that had been clutching your leg. You remember feeling the tightness around your ankle go as you closed your eyes and expected it to be lights out. You were sure that gunshot would tear a bullet through your skull, instead it hit the man you shot through the stomach right between the eyes.

“We don’t need any dead weight” Alphonse has explained putting his gun away.

“As for you” he caressed the side of your head

“I have someone who desperately wants to meet you”

You felt the prick of the needle a second later and your legs gave out. You felt dizzy and the world went hazy around you but it didn’t quite knock you out. The other three men moved quickly after that. One rushing to the door and opening it. You lay there in a growing pool of someone else's blood as they wheeled in a laundry bin full of towels and clothes. They hand a set of clothes between each other and quickly get changed. They wear all white jumpsuits and hats. They planned this.

Two of the men pick you up and place you in the bin then cover you with towels and their bloodied clothes then more fresh clean towels. Then roll you out of the room. It’s very muffled but you can hear the voices in the hall as you're wheeled out of the room. Rather quickly so fast that they’re reaching the elevator as the security guard comes up.

“Did you hear that?” He asks them

“Yeah sounded like gunshot” Alphonse responds

“God damn it” he sighs and moves past them to head back to your room. They get in the elevator and head down. Once down stairs they move through the back mistaken as workers no one stops them as they wheel the bin towards the back . As they reach the back door where their car is waiting you can hear the sharp sirens of the fire alarm going off. They slip out of the doors as the automatic lock clicks shut.

“That was close” one of them says

“Yeah yeah just get her in the trunk.”

Which is where you are now. An hour later. Where you weren’t sure, you just knew that it felt like it would take a lifetime to get this ringing out of your ears. It’s died down a bit not much but a bit. Enough to hear the car stop and voices outside of it. The trunk pops open and you feel the rush of cool air.

You feel arms grip you and you start to squirm and fight the little bit that you can. It's not much but it’s something until you feel a knee to the stomach and you drop . You feel ice dampening your pants.

“You keep acting up you’ll get worse that that” Alphonse says.

You almost throw up from the force and you grip your stomach as you're pulled back to your feet. You're forced to walk forward all though it feels more like you're being dragged more than you walking. You hear large metal doors open and then a rush of air that smells like gunpowder and burnt metal.
You walk forward and the door closes behind you. You can hear loud voices and the hammering of metal as you're guided. The floor beneath you is grated; you can hear the change in tone as you walk. It’s a large open space with plenty of room for the voices and noises to eacho.

You're led Down a hall and then it gets quiet. The floor here is more solid like you're walking on concrete.

The rag is taken off your head and you look around. It looks like you're in a prison. There are rows of cages on each side of the hallway. Women dressed in Red button up shirts and Red slacks pressed against the metal bars are looking at you curiously. About 6 cages in total. You're standing in front of the last of the three on the left side.

You look in and see a woman, small skinny pale slightly emaciated sitting up on a mattress on the ground. She stands and approaches the bars with a curious look in her big blue eyes. Her hair is dark black and pulled into a high ponytail. Her thin fingers wrap around the bars.

“Good news Anderson your getting company” Alphonse states

The two men at your side raise their guns and she holds up her hands as she slowly backs away from the bars. Alphonse opens it and you're roughly pushed inside crashing into the woman’s arms. The pair of you topple to the ground. The bars are shut and locked quickly after that.

“Be a good girl for me and make friends” Alphonse smiles as he walks away. He begins speaking to the two men at his side.

“And you two clean out the damn trunk”

The woman Anderson as Alphonse had called her allows you to lay on top of her for a moment before you try to pull yourself off of her but crash back down due to your lack of strength.

“It’s alright I know your weak just rest” she caresses your head. It’s an odd feeling to come from a stranger. You can hear her heart thundering in her chest as you lay there.

“We’ve all been there just gather your strength” she tells you

You have no choice but to let yourself lay there slowly letting the drugs wear off. It takes maybe twenty minutes before you can move again. You roll off of her and she immediately gets up. She rushes towards a shelf in the cell and takes a water bottle down.

“Here this will help” she opens it, helps you sit up and presses the cold metal water bottle to your lips allowing water to cascade down your throat. It does help, it helps quite a bit. You drink as much as you can before it runs dry. You feel bad for a moment for having taken all of her water. You look at the bottle ashamed

“It’s alright I’ll get more during chow” she says seeing the look on your face. You look her over

“Why are you helping me?” You question

“Because it’s what we do. For our own” she shrugs her voice is soft and sing song like. The only way you can describe it is innocent. Hard to believe anyone actually sounded like her.

“Our own?” You ask as she sets the bottle aside.

“Yes” she smiles

“ghost wives” she points out. Your eyes go wide.

“Your…a ghost wife?” You ask, feeling relieved to have met another.

“We all are” she explains pointing to
the other cells

it’s It’s a few hours of driving in silence, complete and utter silence as Ghost looks out the window, Soap looks down at his hands and Rosch leans his head back looking at the roof of the car. Price’s mind is racing. It will be morning soon and he can’t help but replay that phone call in his head. You sounded so frightened. And if he knew Ghost any less he wouldn’t know that ghost sounded scared too. Scared actually scared. He’d never seen anything to scare this man before.

Ghost actually scared that was something he thought he’d never live to see. However the fact that Ghost felt comfortable enough to show even that ounce of emotion in front of the three of them meant he was starting to trust them a bit more. The fact that he was afraid for you at all meant he had already trusted you. You must have been one hell of a woman to get any emotion let alone fear out of Ghost

Price squints his eyes as he drives and then asks.

“What did it mean?”

“What?” Ghost turns to look at him.

“She asks you to say something comforting” price recapped

“You used a code. What did the code mean… the flash…Thunder”

Ghost was silent as he looks at his captain.

“Was it about the dog” soap asked leaning forward “your dogs name is Thunder isn’t it?”

“Sure it was about the dog” ghost responded

“It wasn’t about the dog” price states not a question he knows for a fact it wasn’t about the dog.

“So what did it mean Simon?” Price asks.

“It was our code for…. I love you” ghost answers and Price's eyes go wide.

“Flash…I love you…Thunder…I love you too” Ghost crosses his arms

“She wanted to hear something comforting I gave her comfort”

“Simple as that aye?” Price questioned

“Simple as that” Ghost nods

“So simple that they made a code for it” roach signs

“Yeah right” soap shakes his head. They pull into the base an hour later and their car is met by two armed soldiers. Price lets down the window as they approach.

“Staff Chief Laswell has requested your presence” they explain

“What a coincidence we were just going to see her” Price winks

Laswell is still busy at Shepard’s desk. She looks stressed like she hasn’t taken a single break since this all began. There’s a clutter of fast food containers around her and more coffee than any of them are willing to count.

“We’ve got a problem” she says the moment she sees them. They all groan.

“What now?” Price asks

“It’s Vargas” she explains

“Alejandro?” Soap asks

“did something happen to him?”

“I’ve lost contact, the chip on his car started moving some hours ago and it went dead shortly after”

“So now Alejandro is missing?” Soap asks

“Have you tried calling him?” Price asks

“It goes straight to voicemail” Kate states

“What about Rudolfo have you called him?” Soap asks

“I did he said that Vargas ordered him to take the dog to base and that he would stay on the Scene”

“So Rudy isn’t with him…” Soap sighs

“His last location was moving in the exact opposite direction as you all” she explains.

“After that his tracker stops”

She sighs and types something in

“Readers tracker went offline as well”

They all nod except Ghost. He turns away.

“Thought you all shout know” Kate looks confused

“Thanks Kate but reader is…” price pauses “not main focus now. It’s Alejandro so let’s try to figure out where he is and go get him”

“Why?” She asks

“She’s dead” ghost says plainly “they killed her some hours ago”

“How do you know she could just be missing-“

“We…heard it happen…” Price holds up his hand

Kate nods.

“Very well” she clears her throat and shoots a look at ghost who is messing with something in his pocket.

“Are you…okay Simon” “I’m fine” ghost responds a bit snappy it catches Laswell off guard but she ignores it.

“Right so… Colonel Vargas” he begins

Chapter Text

By morning the drugs had completely worn off. Anderson watched over you the entire time pressing your head with a damp cloth when you went through the come down of whatever drug they shot you full of.

At some point you got chills and she wrapped you in a blanket. At another point you were too warm and she helped you undress at least partially when you finally were able to get some sleep. She was caressing your head softly and humming. It felt motherly. A moment of calm peacefulness in the middle of the chaos of what has just happened to you. You were even shocked that you were able to fall asleep.

It wasn’t until the rattling on the cage shook you away were you feeling like yourself again. It was a guard, he was dressed in all black padding on his shins, his thighs and his chest. He was also completely covered in a balaclava and a hat with sunglasses you couldn’t see any of his face. He bangs his gun against the bars and You and Anderson shoot up from the bed. You both watch him carefully.

“Let’s go” he states

“Where are we going?” You ask

“Shh it’s time to start the day” Anderson explains, helping you get dressed in a similar red button up and pants as her. It feels like prison outfits,

You both step out of the cage seeing other women doing the same. The same type of covered man with a gun guiding them. You're ordered to walk forward, walking down the long hallway until you reach a door.
When it opens you see a large cafeteria like room where four long tables are set up as well as a large display of food. Your handed a plate and then more covered men fill it with oatmeal, toast, canned fruit and you are handed a juice box. You look down at the food in disgust. It hardly looks edible. Anderson is behind you and guilds you towards one of the four tables.

“I’ll give you some advice” she whispers leaning into you as you walk .

“The other girls are going to ask your name…when they do..give them your husband's name not yours. It will..help”

“My husband's name, why?” You ask

“Just do it okay?” She almost begs you with her eyes

You nod as you walk up to one of the tables with her. It’s surrounded by women all watching you closely. There’s hardly enough room for the two of you but you make it fit. You feel squeezed between everyone but you try to ignore it.

You look at all of them. Every woman here…was a ghost wife? Then why were they here? Well probably,for the same reasons as you. You were led to believe that ghost wives were being killed if they’re all here. What did that mean?

“Hi” a warm looking older woman says her skin is the color of tree bark and her eyes are deep black pools of ink. She has to be the oldest but she was beautiful and elegant.

“Hello” you nod to her.

“I’m Fisher, you're the new girl right?” She asks

“She’s my cell mate Alphonse brought her in last night” Anderson explains.

“Alphonse?” The woman next to you ask.

“Himself?” She looks… worried concerned suspicious

“Uh..yeah?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Why?” She questions

“I…don’t know he’s just who caught me I guess” You shrug

“What was your name again?” She asks

“I didn’t say” you turn towards her a bit.

“I’m Spencer” she’s a larger woman.

She had muscles and it’s hard to believe that anyone could over power her.

“Nice to meet you Spencer”

The other women are chatting softly but looking at you, guards roam up and down the tables seemingly unbothered by what they’re hearing. You notice out of all the men there is one woman. She is large, maybe 6’4 her muscles are large and protruding her hair is bright red her eyes are a stone cold piercing green a smattering of freckles on her face and a gun resting between her hand and her thigh, she’s watching… She's watching everyone but no one more than you.

“So what is your name?” Another woman, she has a baby face, her big brown eyes look like they're always down turned and her lips almost always in a frown.

“Whats yours?” You ask. And realize shit you sound just like ghost not giving anything away but these were ghost wives surely saying anything would be safe with them?

“Aris” she explains.

You sigh

“Enough deflecting” Spender states

“I agree she’s good at that” Fisher points out.

“You have no idea” Anderson rolls her eyes.

“I tried to get the same information out of her and she wouldn’t tell… no matter how weak or delirious”

You run your plastic fork through your oatmeal and sigh.

“Riley…my name is Riley…”

At that moment you heard the entire table go silent and everyone hyper focused on you. Even Anderson’s mouth dropped.

“What?” You look around.

“Riley…as in…Simon Riley?” Fisher asks

“Thee Ghost?” Anderson asked in disbelief

“Yes” you raise an eyebrow

“Bullshit” Spencer blurts out

One of the guards stopped by your table and looked you up and down You swallow against a lump in your throat. He’s clearly been listening. And so had the woman guard her eyes sear into you.

“What’s your maiden?” Fisher asks

“Reader” You shrug looking at Anderson, curious if this is okay to say. But she just drops her jaw lower

“Holy shit” Anderson covers her mouth

“Holy shit…” Fisher sets her fork down.

“Holy- how?” Spencer asks.

Great even in captivity. You're still getting this question.

“What's he like?” Anderson asks

“Is he good looking? ” a woman who has been silent up until then asks.

“How did you two meet?” Another asks

“Okay but” Fisher leans in. “Is it big?”

You blush at that and hide your face. They all break out in a laugh. There’s a strike against the table making you all go silent. you look up and see the woman with her hand on the table.

“I didn’t realize it was cackling hen bitching hour” the woman said, looking between everyone , her eyes landing on you.

“Or maybe you're done eating an need to be put to work”

“Sorry Reiss” a woman with dark brown hair pulled up into a bun says .

“We’ll keep it down”

“Good” Reiss says

“don’t make me have to come back over here or you’ll regret it” Reiss walks away. The woman talking to her turns to you

“I’m Choi” she introduces

“Nice to meet you”

“So Uhm…I have a questions” she looks at the other women

“Is..it has to be like…huge right?”

“Oh my god” you cover your mouth.

“I knew it!” Choi points at you and you hide your face as you laugh. To your shock you like these woman the more you meet them You realize they are just like you.

Married to a ghost. And taken although. From what you’ve gathered everyone of their husbands has been killed. Ghost…Simon was still alive. The death of their husbands seemingly took these women’s spirits they did as told when told.

During your first day you learned what that entailed. You loaded crates of ammo off of a truck with Choi. They were heavy crates and it was up to you two to unload an entire truck full and stock them in a cold dark room. It took all morning until midday you were finally done and allowed to join the others in the eating room.

Each woman kept to her own table. It was clear there were separate groups but none of the women seemed overly hostile to eachother. They kept to themselves did the work and then ate their food. You didn’t understand why none of them had tried to escape, why none of them fought back until after lunch when you were partnered with Anderson and led to somewhere deep in the facility. Through long halls that lead you back through that loud room you once heard on your way inside. It was in the shape of a large square three stories to the ceiling with metal grates as floors on each level, an uncountable amount of doors but you did your best. Men completely covered walking to and fro along them.

Weapons being passed around and men in groups playing card games; this was some sort of safe house. A large safe house. Passing this you were led to a room with brightly painted walls with monkeys and giraffes, squeaky toys on the ground books on a small shelf and a tv on the corner of the room as well as roughly 9 toddlers and three infants in cribs.

Your eyes went wide as you saw them. They had children in this place? A blond haired boy rushed up to Anderson and hugged her legs. She almost broke down when she saw him.

“Mommy!” He shouts.

“Hi baby” she dropped to her knees and hugged him. His head resting on her shoulder

“Mommy?” You raised an eyebrow. She picks him up and looks at you.

“That’s why Pope…keeps us” Anderson explains and you look around the room there are 10 male children and 2 female one is an infant.

“Because you have children?” You ask.

“No” she shakes her head and kisses the boy on the side of his

“To Make the children”

You suck in a breath. All of these children, all twelve of these children were from Ghost wives. Fathered by the Pope. He’s rebuilding his army. One baby at a time.

“We last saw Alejandro here” Laswell explains.

“Two and a half ours into the city outskirts that leads to the next state” she points at an area in a large LED map that shows the highway and a hunch of forest life.

She points to a dot on the map before expanding it on a large screen for everyone.

“As you all can see there practically nothing there trees lakes and wildlife”

“So we’re thinking he went this way for what reason?” Price asks

if alejandro went this way there's a good reason we just need to find out what that reason is.” Soap points out

“So what do you recommend” Laswell asks Price

“A search party” Price nods

“we get as many people as we can to sweep the area looking for Alejandro”

“I agree” Laswell nods

“I’ll start getting some people ready to sweet could take a day or two”

“Alejandro can handle himself” soap nods

As you finish a diaper change you turn to look at Anderson cradling the baby girl in your arms. She was fussy and hungry so you gave her a bottle as well. You're being watched, you know you are but you still ask.

“So who had two?” You ask

“Hm?” Anderson looks up from smelling her son's hair. It's like she’s committing it to memory as if this would be the last time she would see him.

“There’s 12 kids and only 11 wives aside from me and… I haven’t had a child so who had two?”

“Oh” she chuckles and then sighs

“Well soon me…” she touches her stomach less than enthusiastically

“But there were originally twelve ghost wives… and all twelve of us gave birth here…within these wall…” she looks around

“I was already pregnant with Keegan when I was taken…” she caresses her forehead

“But Reiss also had a child”

“The guard?” You ask in shock

“Mmhm she got promoted to guard but she was a ghost wife like us” Anderson explains

She points to the baby in your arms

“Shortly after she had her”
The baby you are holding is Reiss’s”

You look down at the familiar character in the baby's face. She looked exactly like Reiss. Though you couldn’t place the other charastics

“She climbed up the food chain faster than any of us…” Anderson explained.

“How?” You question

“Alright out into the yard” a guard opens the door. Anderson’s face drops. Color design from her face as she hugs her son close.

“Your about to find out” she sets her son down.

He reluctantly lets her go; you set the baby down as Anderson pushes you out of the room. You’re led completely out of the building, out through what you assume is the back way with the other 11 wives. All in the circle surrounded by soldiers.

The sun is setting as you look at the women around you. There’s a heavy blanket of snow on the ground. In the distance you can see a frozen river. There are a few trees in the way but you can see it slightly frozen over.

It’s cold but you and Anderson join them.

Reiss steps in the middle of the circle and looks among the women. She walks around a bit as men cheer and howl.

“Choi!” Reiss shouts and the women you'd spent all morning with steps forward. In the middle of of the circle stood.

“Spencer” Reiss shouts again as the larger woman steps forward. The two women look at eachother nod and then take a deep breath. Both look scared like they don’t want to do what comes next.

“Go!” Reiss shouts stepping out of the way

They both attack each other and flurry or fists and legs. Spencer punches Choi, Choi stumbles back and lunges forward attacking the other woman’s face scratching at her, eyes gripping her hair and then punching her In the face.

Your eyes go wide. They’re making the women fight each other to decide who is at the top of the food chain.

Spencer picks the woman up
And slams Choi into the ground hard, Choi gasps for air.
Spencer screams as
She moved to step on Choi, Choi rolls away grabbing the woman’s leg and pulling her to the ground before bashing both her fists into the other woman’s face. She goes still for a moment which gives Choi her advantage as she bashed her fist again,

Reiss approaches the two women and hands Choi a knife.

“End this pathetic bitch” Reiss states. Choi takes the knife, looks it over and then at her opponent. The knife then the woman and back again.

“End her!” Reiss shouts seeing her hesitation

Choi takes deep breathe after deep breath and then tosses the knife aside

“Fuck you” she shouts

Reiss chuckles

“Wrong answer”

Two guards rush forward and take Choi by the arms. She fights she swirls but they have a tight grip as they pull her away

Two other guards drag Spencer away.

Not skipping a beat Reiss looks around

“Andrrson” she calls, the woman next to you let’s out a sound of fear and steps into the ring.
Reiss Looks around her eyes landing on you. She points her finger in your directions

“Riley” points at you but you don’t step forward, you simply stare at the woman you refuse to fight another ghost wife, let alone someone that had helped you when you were weak. It felt so wrong.
when you don’t step forward everyone looks at you.

“Move your ass” Reiss orders but you won’t move after a few moments she approaches you and puts her gun to your head

“Get your ass in that ring” she orders you looks her straight in the eye a ghost wife turned enemy

“No” you hold firm . She smiles then bashes you with the butt of her gun. You taste blood as you feel your nose crunch under the weight. You spit out blood.

“You think you're big and bad huh?” She asks you feel tears of pain flood your eyes. But you refuse to let them fall, you look at the woman.

“You wanna be tough okay Let's see how tough you are '' she pulls you back into the building away from all the others she takes you to the food hall. It’s empty and dark and cold. She leads you to the table you were eating at for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

“Go one get up there” she orders her gun still aimed at you. You don’t move. When you don’t she cocks the gun and places her hand on the trigger

“Move”

You glare at her as you are on the next and climb ontop of the table and stand up looking down at her

“You stand there to see how much strength you have in the morning” she smiles, lowering her gun. You see two other guards into the room watching you.

You stand on top of the table looking at her defiant. To the very end.

That is where you stood every minute of every hour as the sun rose and the women around You gathered their food. You could smell it in the distance but you weren’t allowed to eat. Your stomach turned painfully but you tried to ignore it. You stood there as the sun set and rose again. Your strength leaving you hour by hour

You were allowed no food no water and as another day dragged on you found yourself hunching dripping to your knees exhausted, your eyes struggling to stay open. Two days on top of this table was doing a number you were so exhausted you found your head pulling forward your eyes threatening to close

Every few hours you saw a guard rotation until you struggled to keep your eyes open any longer with no food no water no sleep you were weak…incredibly weak. You found yourself thinking of anything but your situation fantasizing about being back home with him…with ghost curled into his arms. Hearing his voice. You smile to yourself as you see him before you shirtless laid out on a bed his arms open to welcome you your head leans into his chest.

“You can’t sleep” Fisher whisperes as she moved passed you and handed you something It’s orange juice.

“It will only be worse if you do” she tell you, you look down at what she handed you as she checks the guard their busy looking at the other wives.

“Thank you” you whisper

“Just drink it…and I didn’t give it to
You” she walks away from
You.

You quickly punch into the juice box and gulp it down. It's enough to create the illusion of a full stomach and it gives you temporary energy. Lasts until the afternoon yiur feet are door your joints feel like their kicked in place you have a headache your weak. As night begins to fall Reiss circles

You think your fucking tough don’t you” she seems annoyed by the fact your still there your swaying as you struggle to stand. Yiu sway a bit much as she watches you and you stumble on the table. You try to right yourself but you tumble backward, falling off and crashing to the ground. However strong arms close around you cushioning your fall.

“That’s enough” you hear

You look up and see one of The guards gripping you, looking at Reiss

“ she’s learned her lesson besides Pope needs
Them healthy not weak and fatigued”

“Fine…get her out of here” Reiss sighs. The guard helps you onto your feet and Leads you out of the cafeteria to a long hallway then sets you down on the floor.

“Reader?” He asks softly “Mrs. Ghost”

“What…what do you want? '' Your eyes are hazy as you look up at the guard.

“Santa Mierda…” he breathes out and takes off his hat, mask and hood.

“My name is Alejandro Vargas Colonel Alejandro Vargas I work with the 141”

“No” You shake your head

“i've met the 141 I’ve never met you” you point out. But how would he even know about the 141?

“I’m a new addition” he explains “I only just started”

“No” you begin to fight against him

“I don’t believe you”

“You are married to ghost , no?” He asks

“That’s not a secret” you push against his chest.

“You Uh…” he thinks quickly “you have a dog right? A German Shepard Thunder”

“Thunder…” you breath softly worried in your exhausted delirium.

“Thunder, is he okay did they shoot him?”

“Thunder is fine he’s fine “ Alejandro tells you

“They didn’t shoot him…”

you smile your hardly cognitive at this point.

“Reader I need you to listen to me” he grips the sides of your head but it’s clear your seconds away from passing out

“No” you shake your head your eye life fluttering

“Listen” he shakes you as your vision begins to fade.

“I will do what I can to protect you until I can get a hold of Price and Ghost. But you have to trust me and you have to be strong, do you understand?” he reaches into his shirt and pulls out a chain. It has a pin on it you recognize it’s your Appa pin.

“I’ll be wearing this okay? So when you see one of the guards wearing this it’s me Alejandro” he tries to get eye contact with you but your too tired

“Do you understand?” It sounds like he’s begging at this point

“Appa…is Alejandro” You nod it’s the last bit of information you can take in

“Good, go ahead pass out reader, you’re safe. I’ll keep you safe

Chapter Text

It takes a bit of time, time to get proper weapons, time to gather enough bodies, time to prepare the clearly overly tired men that have been working nonstop since the events of Las almas with almost no breaks. In Between.

Price knows they're tired, so while they are gathering everything they need to be able to leave the base and retrieve Alejandro he allows them to rest. Soap and Gaz head for the barracks determined to get as much sleep as they can in the short amount of time. Roach follows them but he’s not sure if the guy is actually going to sleep. More than likely not. Rudy is trying not to feel so guilty about the fact that Alejandro is missing and ghost, well price hasn’t seen ghost in over an hour and that concerns him a great deal.

He hopes Ghost hasn’t run off in anger filled rage trying to find Alejandro all by himself to avoid letting anyone else down. He can try to play it off in front of others but Price knows that your death did something to Simon. Not Ghost, Simon.

As he passes an office within the building of the once general Shepard’s office he sees the lights are turned off but there’s a shadow inside sitting in one of the chairs. Hands on the table head down but not fully rested. He pauses and looks into the window. It’s Ghost he knows it is. He didn’t expect him to get rest but he didn’t expect him to be sitting in a dark room either. It feels so cliche of him. Price opens the door and looks inside.

“Simon” he says softly. Ghost looks up from the table, his back is to Price but he doesn’t turn to look at the man. He simply raises his head.

“What are you doing here son?” He asks.

Ghost doesn’t answer.

“You should get some rest”

Again Ghost says nothing.

“Have you eaten yet?”

Ghost’s head slowly lowers back down. Price thins his lips, his mustache bending to exaggerate his frown. He steps inside with a sigh and shuts the door behind him. rounding the table so that he can see the front of Ghost’s mask. Between Ghost’s hands resting on the table, is your ring and your bracelet. Price looks them over.

“Did these belong to her?” He asks as picks up the bracelet. Simon still says nothing. Price doesn’t need him to answer anyway; he sets the bracelets back down on the table and then sits on it.

“I won’t sit here and tell you I know what you're going through” pride explains

“I can’t begin to imagine having to deal with that. Going through half of what you went through”

Simon takes in a deep breath and finally looks up at price. His eyes just look like endless pools of black inside the dark room.

“I’m not going through anything” Ghost states

“You don’t mean that” price shakes his head

“if you meant it you wouldn’t be in this dark room staring at her things, she dead and your sad”

“I’m not sad I’m irritated” ghost states

“if she had stayed where she was supposed to stay, not run off like a bloody idiot none of us would be in this situation,” he stands up from the table and walks away from Price then turns again

“Alejandro wouldn’t be missing, we all could get some bleeding rest and she wouldn’t be dead”

Price is silent; he simply lets Simon talk.

“I wouldn’t have to walk around with this useless shit I bought for her”

“You bought these for her?”

“Yes and I was gonna give them back, To hell if she wanted to leave me or not she should have at least taken them”

“Why would she want the fake wedding ring and the fake present you got her ? Why would she want to keep that?”

“Because I bought them for her” Ghost explains

“So what?” Price shrugs

“doesn’t mean she should keep them”

“I wanted her to keep them”

“Why?”

“I don’t know why” Ghost finally grunts out in frustration

“I just did” Ghost huffs annoyed

“You wanted her to remember you”

Simon freezes when price says this and even though he can’t fully see him he knows those eyes are staring daggers right at him.

“Because even if she chose to leave, it was her choice and for the first time in a very long time Simon you didn’t want to be forgotten”

Simon lets out a deep shaking breath.

“I…” his voice is shaking but in a different way as if his body is shaking his fists clenched at his side

“Wanted her…Alive” he points out

“to hell with the rest I wanted her alive”

Ghost shakes his head slowly

“And god help the sorry son of a bitch who did her in”

You shift in the cold hard mattress that smells like sweat and dried blood. You can hear the clinking and clanking of the warehouse around, you hear voices shouting and weapons being fired. You can hear stepping and stomping the jingle of keys as the guards walk back and forth in the hallways. You tuck your hand under your cheek and curl up trying to get some heat to return to your body. You're shaking and you're scared. It's like you're in a constant state of fear even when you're asleep. You didn’t know what the next day would bring. What would happen to you? Who would try to hurt you?

You feel a soft hand come down on your head and stroke your hair, it’s so soft and warm and comforting that it almost relaxes you a bit. It helps you dip deeper to sleep

“What have you gotten yourself into little Robin”

“Ghost” you whisper. Before you were upset about these odd imaginings of him. You thought you were going crazy because he wasn’t here and you know he wasn’t but the idea of him, being around to protect you as you sleep. It was so comforting.

He leans forward and places his face right in front of yours.

“I’m scared”

“I know, but you can’t be, you can’t afford to be. You don’t know if I’m coming for you or not. You don’t know who to trust and who not to trust”

“Appa” you respond

“Is he really 141? Can you trust that?” He asks

“I’ve taught you better than to blindly trust anyone”

“He knows about Thunder” you whisper.

“And if he is 141 then…that means I’m not alone here…I have help”

“Make no mistake you are alone here” he tells you.

“What you have is a possible ally”

“How can I tell if I should trust him” Your voice is barely a whisper

“He says he’s 141 ask him something only 141 would know”

“But I know so little about the 141” you whine

“Then something you know about me, or soap, or Gaz. Something only we would know”

You nod.

“Now isn’t he time to be brave little Robin” he explains

“Now is the time to be patient, and do what it takes to survive. Do you understand”

“I understand”

Loud banging on the bars of your door shock you out of your sleep and you shoot up. Looking back you see three guards, two aiming a gun at you, the other unlocking your door. You stand before they have a chance to pull you up; it doesn't stop him from gripping your arm. They pull you out of the cell.

“What are you doing?” You ask. None of them answer, they simply drag you down the hall, a gun at your back and a guard in each arm.

They pull you through the facility into the cold air. The snow fall is heavy, the other women including Anderson there as well standing in that same circle. At the head of it was an older gentleman. His hair is stark white, he has wrinkles on his face, his eyes a piercing blue, he wears glasses and he’s dressed in a suit. He looks harmless; he even carried a sleek black cane. The energy he gives off however feels like death itself. It chills you more than any snow ever could.

You're brought before him, his eyes look you up and down. Your eyes look around at the guards surrounding and next to the older man is the guard wearing the Appa pin. Appa! He’s here. You let out a sigh of relief.

“Well well well if it isn’t my newest ghost wife” he inclines his head

“i would say it’s nice to meet you but I hear you have been causing quite a stir amongst my harem” he points to the women around.

“And if there’s one thing I cannot abide by it’s chaos”

“Even if you cause it?” You ask, you're hit on the back of the head with the butt of a gun and crumble to the ground.

“The mouth on this one” he chuckles and you hear the crunch of snow as he approaches you. You bring yourself up on your knees to look up at him. He’s slow in his movements but it’s clear it’s not dud to old age. It’s deliberate it prolongs the torture of wondering what’s going to happen when he finally reaches you.

Faster than you can see he reels the cane back and hits you in the face with the end of if . Your head flies to the side you hear your blood splatter against the snow beside you. And you taste it along with the sharp pain in your mouth.

“Disrespect will not be tolerated…Riley” the way he says that name makes your skin crawl. You spit out the blood that began to pool in your mouth and mixed with your saliva. Your lips are stained crimson as you turn to look at him.

You don’t get the chance to look for long as he grips the back of your head forcing into downward to collide with the snow and the dirt that lay beneath the snow.

“Now” he rubs your face in feeling the wet rocks and sticks scratch at your skin.

“Apologize” it’s light with a hint of a smile before he lets you go.

you toss your head up, you feel blood drip down your nose. You're certain there are cuts on your face as well. You look past him towards Appa. He gives a breath nod.

The words you imagined Ghost speaking to you ringing in your ear. Now is not the time to be brave, now is the time to survive and if you were going to survive…you’d have to listen to everything this fucker said. At least until Appa gets a hold of Ghost and Price like he said if you could believe that.

Alejandro can only do so little to protect you in this situation without blowing his cover and risking both of your lives.

Given how much power this man had over the guards and the women and now you given how the mood completely changed by his presence you knew without a doubt. This was Pope.

“I’m sorry” you say through gritted teeth. The man cups your chin

“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” His smile curls inhumanly. No person should be able to smile that big.

You let out a deep breath.

He stands up letting go of you. You rise to your feet again. You wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt. You can hardly feel the pain because of how cold your face was.

“Now” he exits the ring.

“Riley” he smiles and opens his arms

“Give me a demonstration of what you're capable of. Given you are the wife of the renowned simon ghost Riley your skills should be nothing short of amazing”

You take in a deep breath and square your shoulders. It was clear you weren’t getting out of here without fighting one of the fellow ghost wives. You didn’t want to but it looked like you would have to.

“Reiss” Pope called to her. She sets down her gun.

“Gladly” she pushes past the other women and steps into the ring with you. You’d be fighting Reiss? She was huge! Twice your size with muscles you're sure could crush your head. You take in a deep gulp.

“Alright you little shit let’s go ” she says through gritted teeth getting into a clearly practiced fighting stance.

You didn’t know any fighting stances. You Knew how to react and how to deflect how to get away but there was no getting away from this situation. You had your size. Price had taught you how to fight with your size. Maybe that could work in this situation?

She lunged at you, gripping your shoulders and pulling you into her knee, it impacts your chest making it feel like it would break. You groan and drop to the ground.

The Pope shakes his head.

“Really that easy?” she spits on you

“pathetic you don’t deserve to call yourself a ghost wife”

You struggle to your feet and she punches you in the face sending you back at least a few inches, you land on your ass. Fuck that hurt! You cover your nose.

“All bark no bite.” She chuckles

“how on earth did you get someone like Simon Riley to marry you?”

That comment sort of broke you. You didn’t get him to marry you and even after having him fall in love with you he still left you. You wanted to cry as that rush of emotions overcome you again.

You don’t know why he ever felt anything towards you. To this day you couldn’t name what you did that made him feel comfortable enough to lie to you about something as big as being in love with you. You dig your hands into the snow pushing them down until you feel the dirt beneath.

But one thing you did know is that Ghost taught you how to protect yourself and whether you hated him or not.
for this aching feeling in your heart you wouldn’t let him down by getting your ass kicked in a fight.

Reiss rushes towards you preparing to kick you in the face. You bring your hand up and throw wet dirt right in her eyes. She clutched at her face as she stumbled away.
You can’t run and call Ghost but you can copy him. You stand up as she drops her hands from her face and blinks her eyes they're covered in wet dirt and tiny twigs. She looks around for you.

You deliver a hard punch that sends a shock way of pain up your arm.

“Ah!” You forgot punching someone else also hurt you. .

But you don't stop, you punch her again, blood explodes from her nose, you drop down and hook your legs around the back of her knee and pull forward. She slams of her back in the snow.

Reiss kicks her legs out to deflect you from getting the upper hand. you knock them away with your hands pinning one to the ground as you crawl on top of her

she’s barely cleared her eyes from dirt and blood as you deliver a hard punch to her face.
the impact leaving a cut on her cheek you punch again this time it reddens her eye as if the blood vessels have burst.
You punch again and again because you know if she gets back up your fucked,
you want her down and you need her to stay down. You punch her with all the strength you have in your body. Blood stains the snow with each punch.

“Enough!” Pope shouts as two guards pull you away. One of which is wearing the Appa pin. You lean more into him than the other. Reiss has a bubble of blood growing on her nose as you look down at her. Pope walks up and looks over the scene. He clicks his tongue.

“Reiss I expected better of you” he shakes his head then looks at you.

“You on the other hand are very very impressive” he nods his head

“A true ghost wife”

“Clean this mess up” he orders the guards and then touches your cheek.

“You… I will be seeing later” his smile is sickening

You pull your face away from his caress. You despise the touch of his fingers.

“I’ve got this one you help with cleaning up” Alejandro ordered the other guard as he pulls you out of his grasp.

You are led back into the building down a long hallway and into a room with guns, ammo computers and most importantly a med kit. He takes off his hood hat and glasses as he sits you down. He pulls out the Med kit and sets it down on a table. He aims a lamp that was on the table with the computers at you, hesits on a crate of what you can only assume is ammo.

“Give me” he looks at your hands. You hesitate and bring them close to you.

“Yes I know your just as guarded as your husband but your hands are injured at least let me clean them”

Slowly you offer him your hands.

He looks them over and the knuckles are swollen and cut and covered in blood. A few of your knuckles are swollen and one looks completely out of place.

“Jeez” he preps a swap with alcohol and presses it to your hands you hiss as you feel it burn your open wounds.

“Sorry bout that” he cleans your hands

“You really work with the 141?” you ask

“I do” he nods Wiping the blood away

“And you clearly really are married to Ghost” he shakes his head

“Why do you say that?” You ask

“Lo dice en serio” he utters

“Did you see what you did to that girls face?” he shakes his head

“Only other person I seen fuck someone up like that is Ghost” he chuckles.

“Ghost told you about me?” You ask

“Price told me about you. Said you were missing I was tasked with helping find you” he explains

“Oh…” you look away “here I am”

“And here you are” he wraps your now clean hands in bandages

“How did you meet ghost? With father ?” Yiu ask

“No” he shakes his head “after that he was sent to Mexico to hunt down a terrorist my neck of the woods. We worked together ran run into some troubles”

“Troubles?”

“It’s a long story” Alejandro waves his hands

“Point is we gathered a ghost team after that I was assigned to the 141”

“How did the two of you meet I mean I assume it wasn’t at your local…Uh Starbucks” he chuckles as he presses a swab to your face cleaning up the blood there

“We met on base”

“Of course you met on base” Alejandro smiles

You think for a long moment. Something only Ghost would know. Something only soap would know?

“I will say it was a shock when he took off his mask I was not expecting that” he explains

“He took off his mask in front of you?” You ask.

He nods

“When we formed the ghost team. Took it right off the Uh…” he points at his mouth

“The scars threw me off”

He gives you a knowing look then sits forward

“Do you trust me now?”

“Yes” you nod.

“Good because we need to think of a way out of here”

“We?”

“Yes we, you don’t think I’m leaving you here do you?”

“What about the other wives and their children”

“We can come back for them, You were the mission”

“I am always the mission! that doesn’t change the fact that there are women and children held prisoner here, used as breeding stock and child soldiers” You explain.

Alejandro sighs as he leans back

“What would You do then?” He asks

“If we are to find a way out of here we do it where everyone held prisoner can leave all the ghost wives and their children”

“Hijo de puta that is 23 people your trying to smuggle out of a secure building”

“Yes” you nod

“We cannot do that just the two of us” Alejandro explains

“Why not”

“Trust me we can’t”

“But we can try” you give him a hopeful look.

“How”

“Give me time to find a way out safe for all of us and I’ll let you know”

He grunts throwing up his hands

“hijo de puta como tu marido terco e imprudente pensando que eres a prueba de balas” he spews out before sighing.

“If” he holds up his finger

“if you can find a way out we will do it your way if you want we do it my way”

“Deal

Chapter Text

The next morning you enter the eating room and it falls silent as you enter. The women stop chatting and they watch you as you grab your food and head towards where you see Anderson. Two women move from their table to the one your about to sit at. As you sit down the women all look at you. You crack open your orange juice and sip it looking at the women

“Hi I’m Rae” a wife holds out her hand. She had short black hair and deep brown eyes fist skin and picketed lips.

“Hi” you shake her hand.

“Well done last night. “ she tells you

“Thanks…”

“I’m Howard” another woman introduced

“Jones” a wife in the other table anouncrs

You wave at her

“Ranch nice to meet ya yes ranch like the food”

“Spencer” she smiles sweetly.

You wave at all of them and feel a little awkward.

“That’s a good thing” Fisher explains
“Means they all respect you”

“Why? Because I’m riley?” Yiu ask

“Because you showed us there were someone among us stronger
Than Reiss” Anderson explained

“Reiss has been a monster around her for years” choi explains

“Years…how long have you all been hear?”

“Years” Rae explains

After breakfast You aren’t given an assignment. Instead you're left almost completely alone of course guards are watching you but they’re hardly paying attention to you. You have clearly moved up in the ranks when it comes to how you're treated here. You watch as the other women begin to move to their stations, some sent outside others to the daycare

You find Anderson as she heads down one of the hallways. She had a mop and bucket as well as an apron and gloves

“Riley hi” she smiles

“Hi, do you think we could switch today” you ask.

“But you got the day off” she looks confused “do you really want to clean the entire warehouse”

“Yeah” you nod “ I need to clear my head cleaning helps with that”

She shrugs

“Are you sure?” She hands you the gloves

“Yeah why don’t you go spend time with your son”

She smiles widely and hugs you

“Thanks Riley!” She shouts and hurries away.

“No problem” you start to clean, mopping disinfecting and scrubbing every inch of this half of the water house. Turning down halls with heavy metal doors all of which lead to other rooms. But you kept looking. It wasn't until you reached the third floor did you find a door that led to the outside. And it only led to a balcony with a locked gate and a pair of stairs. This place felt like a fortress. If you could get past the gate it led into the forest that surrounded the area but you’d have to break the gate first and you weren’t sure how you could do that. You're sure there had to be a pair of bolt cutters somewhere here but you didn’t see any. You 're getting worried you may not be able to get everyone out of here and you feared what that would mean if this place was liberated by the 141. But at least you have a good map of this area now that you could tell Alejandro in case he could think of a way out of here for everyone though you doubt it.

You work until lunch where you find the other women including Anderson. She smiles as you sit down next to her.

“Thank you again Riley” she seems so happy she’s humming as she sits there.

“Your welcome”

“What did she do?” Fisher asks

“Took my chore so I could go see my son,” Anderson smiles.

Fisher gives you a curious look.

“Why?”

You shrug

“I just felt like it”

“Just…felt like it?” Fisher asks.

You nod as you take a bite from her food. The other women look at you curiously. But they don’t say anything.

“If you want something to do you can take my chore I have to bring in trucks in the north wing” Fisher explains

The north wing. You hadn’t seen it yet. It would be a good idea to look there.

“And mine in the ear wing” choi states

You hadn’t been to the East wing either

You look at the two women

“Thank you I’d love that”

Choi and Fisher share a look.

“Let us know how you like it” Fisher states and she lets you know with a single look that she knows exactly what you're doing and she wants to help.

Reiss enters then. Her face was patched with so many bandages she looked like she had facial reconstruction surgery. Her eyes were swollen, her lip was busted, her skin was bruised and she looked pissed. She thudded through the room looking from table to table until she found you. She stops at your table.

“You” she points at you “get up”

“Why?” You ask. She grips her gun and points it at you.

“Get the fuck up!” She shouts. You slowly stand with your hands in the air.

“Okay okay calm down”

“Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down!”

she reaches out and grips the back of your head yanking you the rest of the way to her. She pulls you out of the room down a long hallway. You hear a guard thudding behind you. You try to look back but she keeps your head forward until she reaches a door that has a twisted handle.

“Hold that, '' she shouts as she tosses you into the arms of the soldier. You hear the clatter of the Appa pin and relax a bit Alejandro hugs you. It’s comforting

She opens the door and you see a cold mist leaking out. She grips you and tosses you in. The room is filled with frozen food and hanging meat. She steps in behind you and blocks the door.

“I will break you” she says

“you will not break me”

You feel the cold mist come over your skin. She reaches for a hose inside of
The freezer. It’s large and has a handle on the end. Your eyes go wide as you see it.

She unlatches the handle and jets of ice cold water shoot out at you. It feels like it’s ripping through your skin, the force knocks you over and pushes You back slowly until you hit a shelf and frozen food falls around you.

You hold up your hands to protect your face. It hurts. It feels like being shot with
Lots of glass . Once you are thoroughly soaked she turns it off. Sets the hose down and sighs. She steps out and shuts the door locking you inside, soaking wet and freezing cold.

Price Soapand Ghost find Alejandro's car abandoned on the side of the road. Inside was his dog tags, his ID, his clothes, his wallet and your purse. Soap looks at price.

They stopped the other cars and the heli carrying soldiers didn't. They slowly pass by them on the highway.

“Why are his clothes here?” Soap asks

“I don’t know” Prixe looks out on the nothingness of snowy planes broken by trees and what seems like an endless highway.

“So his car is here, where is he?” Ghost looks around

“He’s got to be here somewhere we have people sweeping the area” Price sighs

“Are either of you getting cell service?” Soap asks looking between Ghost and price.

“I’ve been waiting for Laswell to call but I’ve been getting nothing at all.”

Price takes out his phone and sees no bars As wells

“No service”

. Ghost can’t check because his phone is broken.

Price looks up, seeing poles with cell wires above his head. This could be a dead zone though it shouldn’t be . He watches his phone as he slowly starts to back up. He watches the screen as he backs up further and further away from Alejandro's car.

A foot later he gets bars, he gets service and his phone starts to ring. He looks up and around.

“Signal blocker” he whispers to himself. He pulls his phone to his ear. That explains why Alejandro's tracker went off here and why his car is here. He left it here on purpose to let them know they were on the right path.

“Yeah” Price answers his phone

“Price I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for twenty minutes” Laswell states

“Yeah we walked into an area with a signal blocker” he states looking around for it. But doesn’t see anything

“I was looking at the map of where Alejandro signal stopped” Kate begins

“We found his car here” Price explains

“Where?”

“Just off the highway” he explains

“maybe …a foot away from where I am now”

“I had been wondering ever since he headed that way why that map of the state looks so familiar” Laswell began

“And”

“When reader was taken by Father we looked into three possible warehouses she was taken to, the first one was the one she was at the second one was never searched but The third the third one was in that area”

Price freezes.

“There’s a warehouse somewhere in that area” she confirms

“And I’ll bet everything in my bank account that's where Alejandro is”

“Do You Remember where?” Price asks

“About ten miles out from where you are now” Laswell confirms.

“I’ll send you the coordinates”

Three hours later the door opens again you're shaking on the ground, there's ice crystals in your hair, your skin is pale, your lips are blue and you're laid on the ground shivering. A guard walks in and picks you up. Based on the Appa pin you can tell that it’s Alejandro. Your entire body is shaking. You can’t stop even as your pulled out. The ice crystals in your hairs slowly start to melt as you’re led through the halls. You're expecting to go back to your cell, instead you’re in front of a large door. Reiss steps in front of you to knock on it.

“Enter” the Pope responds. The door opens and your led inside. Pope’s room is lavish. A large bed with delicate sheets, a plush comfortable blanket, a table candle light, guns laid about armor just the same. You're shivering and dripping wet As you stand inside.

Pope is standing at a table looking over maps. He looks you over soaking wet from head to toe.

“You may go” he says to Reiss and Alejandro . They both hesitate.

“Is there a problem?” Pope asks.

You want to reach out for Alejandro and beg him not to leave you

You feel Alejandro look at you and Reiss speaks

“Are you sure?” Reiss asks

“Are you questioning me?” Pope asks

“No of course not master just-“

“Just what?” He looks at her. She sighs, she gives you a dirty look then turns. Alejandro stays in place.

“Well?” Pope waves him away.

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t escape” he says gripping his gun tightly.

“Not needed you may go”

You are certain” he twitched “master”

“Go”

Alejandro still hesitates. You look at him.

“I won’t… try to escape” escape. You give him the go ahead to leave. He looks at you. You wish you could see his face but you can’t he sighs then slowly leaves the room.

Standing inside of the room with Pope your freezing cold. Your shivering your teeth are clattering

Pope sighs and walks over to a cabinet pulls out a towel and a fresh pair of clothes

“I will say Riley you are impressive truly a fit for the Simon Riley”

Your teeth clatter beyond your control as you watch him set the clothes and the towel at your feet.

“I have been waiting for a wife of your caliber” he sits himself down In a chair. He crossed his legs.

“You will give me strong very strong sons”

“Please put on some dry clothes”
He gestures at the clothes at your feet. You slowly reach down to take Them in your hands.then turn to leave the room.

“Ah ah ah.” He shakes his head

“You will leave the wet clothes here”

You glare at him. He pulls out a gun and smiles at you. You freeze. He wants you to change in front of him? This sick bastard. You grind your teeth together

“You may feel free to protest”

You let out a deep breath as you stared at the gun. You had half a mind to attack him, let yourself die and let this be over with.
but you thought better You wanted to survive this and be better for it. You’ll get out of this some how some way.

You slowly raise your hands to your shirt; they're shaking as you unbutton your top. You lock eyes with Pope the entire time if he is going to force you to do This your making sure he has to look you in the eye and see your disgust as you do.

Your shirt slides off with a wet slap on the floor. Your breast exposed to his disgusting gaze. You take a deep breath and pull your pants down leaving you in panties. Pope meets your eye and he smiles. He’s getting off on this. It makes you want to vomit.

“Underwear too” he points

Survival was key. As much as you didn’t want to. If you killed him here and now you're sure alarms would go off and fighting your way out isn’t something you're sure you can do.

You can feel tears well up in your eyes as you hook your thumbs around the hand of your underwear. Fuck… You want to cry out but instead you pull them down. Stepping out of them free to the Pope’s gaze.

The growl he lets out makes you sick.
He stands from his chair and approaches you reaching out a hand Touching your stomach as he begins circling behind you.

“I see why you were the woman who broke the ghost” he grips your stomach

“Your beauty could rival that of Helen of troy” he whispers against your ear

“So you're saying I could start a war?” You look up at him.

“Surly you already have” be fingers snake lower and you freeze

“And I can’t wait to watch my seed
Of war flourish” he kisses your neck

You feel his fingers snaking towards your center, you squeeze your legs shut, close your eyes. You don’t want him to touch you. Not there, not in the place that…belongs to Ghost. Dont taint it don’t ruin it

“It’s so much easier if you don’t fight it” he tells you feeling you tense yo

“Sir!” A bang on the door makes him
Pause just above where your pubic hair.

“What?” Pope asks angrily

“Something set off the alarm”

Pope growls angrily as he reaches down and shoves your clothes in your hands. He walks you to the door and sees a guard with an Appa pin waiting.

“Which ones!?” He demands

“Ask Rriss she told me” he explains you see the red alarm light circling in their glass.

Pope smothers his hair back and steps out of the room
leaving you with Alejandro. You try to cover as much of yourself as you can. When pops is gone Alejandro touches your shoulder and you flinch.

“Are you alright? What happened?” He demands

“I’m okay…” you say softly as Alejandro peels off his jacket and drapes it around you.

“Okay your fucking naked

“I’m okay” you whisper and then your knees give out. You don’t know why but you can’t stand on your own anymore. Alejandro ensures you fall into him

“I’m…im…okay…” you start to crack

“Okay” Alejandro pulls you into a hug.

“It’s okay it’s okay” he holds you close. You hide your face in his chest.

Price , Soap ,Farrah , Roach, Alex, Rudy and König were all with him as they stepped through the snow as well as a few others that could be bothered to show up for such a mission dressed in snow tactical gear stark white with splash of deep green and brown

. Mostly 141 and who they could talk into it. They peek through the trees not too far from where the heli landed and they see a frozen over lake. Across this frozen lake was a large abandoned warehouse forgotten by time.

It was surrounded by trees so it was well hidden. They had more than Enough evidence to believe this is where Alejandro was there , with guards patrolling
And women carrying shipments in and out. They’re sure this is the place they should be looking.

This is where they needed to be but they needed eyes on the inside they needed eyes in Alejandro to make sure he was here.

Price sighs as he looks at Ghost, Soap, Rudy and Roach

“It’s well armed” he explained

“So are we” soap nods, cocking his gun.

Price shakes his head and looks across the lake they blended in but he wasn’t sure he had enough men to rush in.

Did he have enough people to overwhelm them? He looks at Ghost who is kneeling on the ground and looks at the warehouse with a silent anger.

“Simon” Price calls Ghost, looks over his shoulder.

“Get eyes on Alejandro”

“Can do” Ghost states as he stands to his full height.

As you walk through the halls with Alejandro you're nervous looking left to right as you're both rushing to get back to your cell. You clutch his arm sternly, nervously until you reach your cell

Alphonse is waiting. The pair of you slow down as you see him.

“You” he points at Alejandro

“Go and search the perimeter” Alphonse states. Taking you from Alejandro’s arms.

You gasp as Alphonse pulls you close, Anderson stands and approaches the bars watching.

“I was told to send her to her cell” Alejandro states

“And I’m telling you don't,” Alphonse smiles.

“Now…go help my grandpa” his voice is sing song

Alejandro finally lets you go and walks past the man.

“Well Anderson,” Alphonse smiles.

“Your son will have a brother soon ” Alphonse looks You up and down

“ALPHONSE DON'T!” She begs pressing against the bars.

he pulls you away and into a room with absolutely nothing in it. A stone cold empty room. The door shuts behind you.

You were still pretty much naked only in Alejandro’s jacket. In the small quiet room you begin to panic.

“Don’t fight me” Alphonse warns

“It will only be worse for you”

He grips your head and crashes his lips down into your own. He tastes like acid and shit You gasp and push him away. But he holds firm. He grips your hips and your thighs to hike them around his waist as the pair of you collide with the ground.

“I can make it good for you” he whispers, snaking his hand down your body. The pair of you collide to the ground.

“Just ask Anderson” he smiles

“Get off of me” You shout pushing him away.

“Don’t fight me!” He growls and unbuckles his pants.

“You're perfect for me! not my grandpa” Alphonse tells you

You grip his waist because it’s the only thing to hold into. He spreads your legs apart with his knees

“Get off!” You cry out and grab something, anything , out of his belt. The butt of which You stab into his side. When he lets out a breath of pain you realize it isn’t a knife. You hit him again and again . He rolls off of you. Gripping his lower body.

With him off, you can look at your weapons. It's a baton. You extend it fully and then climb onto him, bashing him in the face over and over again, his blood splattering onto the floor.

“ahhhhhh!” You shout as the door opens behind you . A guard rushes in but you don’t stop.

“Bastard!” You scream as you feel arms clamp down around you and pull you away. You lunge forward hitting him again

“Fuck You” your lifted off your feet the baton is taken away from you.

“Get off!” You shout hitting the guard in
The chest thrashing about. You could only handle so much.

“Stop it!” They shout

“Get off me!” You kick against him wanting him as far away as possible.

“Stop it stop fighting”

You bite the hand that's holding you hearing a loud groan.

“Goddamn it stop it!”

You freeze your body going still as you slowly look up. That voice you know that voice!

Your eyes meet with wide open green ones searching your face rapidly before you hear a huff of air.

“Ghost?”

You feel his hands come up and rest on your cheek. You look up at the skull mask.

“You're alive…,” he whispers.

“Simon” you almost break as you lunge at him he grips your shoulders and pulls you in. His arms close around you.

“You're alive…”

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You keep your eyes closed as you clasp your hands as tight as you can behind his back squeezing him to your head resting on his shoulder. He’s holding just as tight his own face buried in your neck. You can feel the mask shifting and pulling as you both squeeze each other tighter and tighter.

“Please don’t be a dream” you whisper softly. He says nothing but in his mind he’s begging for this not to be a nightmare.

“It’s not a dream” he finally says.

You try to crawl into his lap but he stops you holding you by the waist.

“Hold on” he stands up but he doesn’t let you go. Instead he picks you up a strong arm under your ass that hoists you against his body. He steps forward looking over Alphonse as he lays with a busted face groaning on the ground. His eyes are full of rage as he looks down at the pathetic excuse of a man. Alphonse opens a single eye and looks up to see Ghost standing over him. His eye went wide.

Ghost leans down and with free hand grips his gun he places it under Alphonse’s chin. The man tries to get up, he tries to say something. You turn your head to look down at him.

“What was that you said? .. you welcome me to kill you?” Ghost leans his head to the side. Alphonse starts shaking as he looks down at Ghost’s gun and then back up at the man.

“Well then say thank you” you can hear how clenched Ghost's jaw is as he speaks. Alphonse doesn’t speak, he just watches Ghost. This however wouldn’t do. Ghost raises the gun and forces it into Alphonse’s out a gags on it and his teeth bite down in the muzzle.

“Go on” he orders

Alphonse growls but it sounds like more out of fear than anger.

“Thank-“

The loud gunshot rings out around you as his brains splatter onto the ground and his head bounced before his body fully goes limp.

“Your welcome”

He steps away and kneels back down on the floor to let you stand on your own two feet but you don’t your knees buckle and you lean completely on him. Just for a moment after everything that’s happened you just want to feel safe and close to him just for a second. He lets you.

“I thought they had killed you” he says softly

“They almost did,” you tell him. He lets you hug him for as long as you need your shaking and cold and slightly wet, water dripping from your hair onto your bare skin.he can hear your teeth chattering. When you finally pull back he gets a good look at you. Your hair is a mess you haven’t been able to Comb it for days. There’s a large bruise on your jaw, your nose, your lip is busted, your left eye is slightly black as well as bruises on your shoulder scattered down your back and your hands are bandaged. You look like you’ve been through hell. And there’s a far sighted look in your eye of both shock, fear , anger and tension. It’s like your eyes themselves are shaking. He knows that look he’s had that look. What the fuck have they done to you?

He sees the red clothes scattered around the room and gets up to grab them.

“Let’s get you dressed”

He sets you down, gets your pants on, helps you get your shirt on and takes off the long draping cape that is around his neck placing it over your shoulders. You're finally able to stand up after a few minutes.

“We have a lot to talk about,” he tells you.

“I agree” you look up at him.

“Let’s get you out of here and safe first”

You nod as he slowly heads towards the door pulling out his gun and opening it slightly he grabs your wrist, his fingers tight around it.

He steps through the door and out into the hall. He looks up and down trying to decide which way to go. You pull him down the left side towards the hallways that lead behind the main rec room with the three levels and grated levels. The bright red slights that are swirling and blinking make it a bit hard to stay oriented but you have been to almost every part of this place at this point so you knew where you were going. The hallway is long and narrow with no doors on either side. You can hear the guards moving around on the other side but you keep moving. As you reach the end you come to a door and open it. On the other side you see Pope as well as at least ten armed guards all waiting for you. Their guns trained on you. Your eyes go wide as you squeeze Ghost’s hand.

“Well well well what do we have here?” He asks with a sly smile. Ghost moves to step in front of you blocking your frame from the Pope the guns and the guards.

“It’s nice to see you again Simon”

“Wish I could say the same” ghost counters.

“And just like that the last mouse falls into my trap” Pope chuckles

“Brought to me by one of my own wives”

“I am not your wife!” You shout.

“Trust me my dear you belong to me much more than you think” popes eyes move from you to Ghost.

“Is that right Simon? You would know all about that considering your encounter with… El Gordo” Pope leans his head to the side knowingly as you feel Ghost tense up. You have no idea who he is talking about but it’s clear whoever that was Ghost must have really hated them. You don’t bother to ask. You very seriously doubt Ghost would tell you.

“Now listen Simon I am a man of reason, I am not unopposed to compromise” the Pope slowly approaches the pair of you.

“So why don’t I make this easier on both of us. “

Ghost says nothing he simply stares at the Pope.

“I could have all my men open fire right now…on both of you” his eyes snap to you for a moment.

“Or?” Ghost asks.

“Your life in exchange for hers” Pope says simply.

“Lay down your gun, and I will have my guards escort her off the premises. She will be able to make it back to your little team. She’ll be safe. And I as well as my men will stop hunting her.”

Ghosts grip squeezes around your hand as he thinks it over this has to be a trick somehow or there would be a down side. Like them allowing you to make it to price and then shooting you with a sniper once you make it back to him. Or them taking you somewhere deep into the snow and beating you to death.

“Offer going once” Pope holds up a finger.

“Your not really thinking about this are you?” You ask

“Be quiet” Ghost snaps. But the chance of you getting away would be greater if he could fully focus on clearing out this entire cesspool. He’s certain that he’s trained you to run away well enough and if you could get out of the main range of the action about to take place your chance of survival would go up.

“Going twice” Pope holds up another finger as the guards ready their guns. He looks back at you. How bruised and broken and tired you look. You were never meant for this sort of thing. Something like this should have never happened to you.

“Going-“

“Alright” Ghost finally says

“Simon” you pull his hand. “No I won’t let you-“

“This whole mission has literally been me putting my life in danger to keep you safe” he looks back and squeezes yiu hand as a guard steps forward.

“I failed once I won’t do it again” he drops your hand.

“Now go”

“But-“

“Run along Riley” Pope says with a snake-like tone.

“Let the men talk”

The guard grips your arm and pulls you away from Ghost.

“No but-“

The gaurd pulls you out of the room back into the hall way and the door shuts behind you.

“He’ll be fine” You hear and look up to see the Appa pin

“Alejandro” you breath “can’t you go back and help him?”

“I am helping him by helping you” he begins to drag you down the halls.

“We can’t just leave him” you state

“We aren’t we’re getting help” he explains as you reach the end of the hall and turn towards the cells.

“Or at least I should say you are getting help because these women they won’t listen to me but they will listen to one of their own, a fellow Ghost wife” he touched your shoulder and looks at you

“If we want to get all of them and their children out of here and safe, we need their help, they need to fight for their freedom the same as you”

You take a deep breath and nod. As you reach the cells you see two guards patrolling. They approach Alejandro

“Why are the alarms going off?” One asks

“What’s going on?” Inquires the other

“An attack”Alejandro responds

“By who?” They ask. Alejandro list his large gun and shoots them both in the chest.

“The 141”

You search the dropped bodies for their keys and find two sets tossing one to Alejandro and taking the other for yourself. The two of you approach cells along the walls. When you reach the first you see Choi and Fisher.
They seem surprised to see you.

“Riley? What’s going on”

“We’re getting the hell out of here” you explain unlocking their cell. Then move to the next and the one after that. By the time you're done all of the cell doors are open but none of the women step out of them.

They’re scared they’ve been here much longer than you, conditioned to the environment, conditioned to not fight back to not try to escape. Broken by the deaths of their husbands and their immediate subjugation. But at the end of the day they were still ghost wives.

You look at Alejandro who gives you a soft nod.

“I know your all scared…fuck I’m scared too…but…” You look at all 11 women.

“This is our chance to get out of here, to get your children out of here, to regain the freedom that you all lost so many years ago.”

Some of them hug themselves and look away.

You huff a big.

“You are ghost wives for a reason. There was something in all of us that a ghost, a man who doesn’t care about anyone or anything chose us to love and to marry and to…spend the remainder of their lives with.”

This seems to catch their attention.

“Your husbands may be gone but you and your children are alive and if your husbands were anything like mine which I’m sure they were, they taught you how to defend yourself. How to defend your children how to defend their honor”

You walk to the middle of the hall way.

“None of them taught you as much as they did for you to be locked in cages and treated like cattle. So from one ghost wife. To several others”

They all look at eachother

“Let’s show them what it means to be a ghost wife”

There’s a silence as they all look at you almost like your insane. The red lights flashing around you.

“I’m in” Fisher steps forward

“Me too” Anderson leaves her cell.

“And me” Choi joins her cellmate. You smile

A plethora of “me too”s followed and soon you had a small force of thirteen including Alejandro. It wasn’t a lot but it would have to be enough.

Lucky for you most of the guards are outside looking for the threat and based on the sound of gunfire in the distance it sounds like they found it. But some guards have locked the warehouse down and are patrolling. It would be hard for all thirteen of you to sneak past them.

You all would have to fight your way out of here and if you were going to fight you would need weapons. And all of you know the weapons supply room is just up ahead down the hallway. There are guards patrolling it. You peek your head around the corner and you only see two. Alejandro checks his mag.

“I’ve only got one bullet left,” he explains.

“Then we take them by surprise” you whisper looking back over the women.

“I can help” Spencer says, stepping forward.

“How?” You ask

“We’ve got a guard they might not immediately attack if it’s just us, we can take them out before they suspect anything”

“You sure?” You ask her.

She smiles “ghost wife”

Alejandro nods.you watch as the two circle the hallway and start down. The guards as keeping their normal pace when they see Alejandro they don’t even think twice they’re about to pave the two when Alejandro shoots one and Spencer grips the other by the crown of his head bashing it into the side of the wall until his helmet breaks. He drops with a loud thud.

“Holy shit” you breathe out.

“Okay lets go”

The rest of you hurry down the hall to where you know the weapons are. You file in and shut and lock the door behind you. You start to look over the weapons hand guns snipers armor knives smoke bombs flash bangs everything you might need. You start to look over the women.

“I’m good with a handgun and a knife, anyone good with a sniper?” You ask

“I am” Anderson states

“Me too” Fisher points out.

“Alright” you hand them snipers and the ammo to go with.

“Anyone good with hand to hand combat?”

“‘Me” Spencer states

“I’m decent” sad Howard

“Do you have another strength?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Wiretapping” she shrugs “but I don’t think that helps in this situation much

“Actually that could be useful there's a signal jammer preventing me from getting in touch with special forces if you can take that off line I can let Price know to push in” Alejandro states

“Okay Howard you try to knock out the jammer”

All the other women begin to grab weapons and ammo loading up their mags and checking their knives. As you're loading your clip you notice a thick black stain on your fingers. It's inky and sticky like Simon's face paint. You rub it between your fingers and then on your face over your eyes across the bridge of your nose and on your forehead. It doesn’t smell the best. You even use some to slick back your hair so there’s no chance of it getting in your face. You pull the hood of the cloak Ghost gave you up over your head and the bottom of it you tighten over the lower half of your face.

When Alejandro sees you there’s a certain look of pride in his face. The other women seem to catch onto the idea. They tie their hair back, cover the lower halves of the faces with torn cloth from their clothes and before long you all are ready to go.

“We have a plan we each have a job, let’s get to it”

Ghost is led into the main area of the warehouse where there are three floors. He’s surrounded by at least ten guards all with their guns trained on him as they walk. Pope had a leisurely pace as if he didn't have a care in the world. The guards circle him as he is pushed to his knees he’s not knocked there he allows himself to be lowered his eyes are scanning the room there are many doors on the upper and lower levels at least one of them had to lead to an exit. He’s sure if he couldn’t kill all of these guards he could injure a great deal, maybe use one as a body shield as he makes a break for the nearest door and finds his way out that way. He doesn’t have a weapon but that hasn’t stopped him before. He’s sure there was something in his tactical vest he could use.

“I must say Ghost I am…thrilled to have you in my home” he turns to stand in front of the man.

Ghosts' eyes scan everything around him.

“Kinda shitty if you ask me” he counters

“I’m sure a man like you would think as much you don’t see the bigger picture”

“I suppose I don’t” he shakes his head “but I don’t need to now do I?”

“A man like you has no home, he has no family, you have nothing but your gun and your orders” Pope states

“You know nothing but death and destruction and leaving a trail of bodies in your wake, everyone who has ever laid eyes on you sees only a monster”

Ghost is silent as he thinks of you. You have seen him do horrible things. Terrible things including torture, including murder. And yet your eyes still lit up with life when you saw him in that room. You don’t see him as a monster. Even though you probably should.

“Killing you really is a grace I could torture you like you did my son, could rape your whore wife in front of you”

“Hard to do what you let her go” Ghost shrugs

Pope chuckles

“You actually think I just let her walk out of here?” He laughs again “by now your wife is more than likely back in her cell being impregnated by my grandson”

“You mean the one laying with his brains out in a room somewhere in this hell hole?”

Pope freezes, his eyes widened.

“You…killed my grandson?”

“Shot that little fucker right in the mouth” it’s ghosts turn to laugh this. He was expecting a bigger reaction but instead Pope simply lifted his gun and aimed it at Ghost. His hand was shaking however. Which let Ghost know he was pissed. He cocks his gun.

“Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name,” he begins to whisper. Ghost behind to think. He looks down at his vest he sees in the empty pocket the knife that you had given him on Christmas. He wasn’t complet weaponless and that would help a great deal.

“your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as in heaven. Give us today our daily bread.”

He slowly starts to reach for it as the Pope closes his eyes and leans his head back. He sneaks a peek at the guard closest to him. He fiddles with his radio, clicking it off and back on again. Adjusting it at his side there’s static coming from it. Off since Ghost has heard it silent the entire time he was here and he knows there’s a signal jammer somewhere in this place.

“ Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us. Lead us not into temptation but-“

“Deliver us from evil” your voice comes through the radio. Followed by a gunshot that rips through the Pope’s shoulder, he hits the ground like a sack of bricks with a loud scream. The guards begin to aint their weapons turning to try to see where the shot came from. Two more shots ring out hitting one in the head another in the stomach. They fall to the ground. Ghost stands up and grips his knife, slashing the neck of the guard next to him and stealing his radio. As one charges at him he’s shot in the back and drops.

You rub your shoulder as you look up from the scope watching Popes body drop. You don’t know why but you didn’t expect a sniper to have that much kick back.it damn near dislocated your shoulder. You brace your foot against the wall and look at Fisher and Anderson laying on the floor of the walls adjacent to you, their snipers aimed at the guards as well. You remember what Alejandro told you before you two parted ways. That as soon as a shot is let off there needs to be another immediately in the chamber after that. You cock the gun, grab a bullet and reload it. You look through the scope again.you see Ghost steal a gun from one of the guards and shoot him in the face. He turns and shoots another; the last two are taken out with shots to the head.

Pope tried to crawl away clutching his shoulder and leaving an easy blood trail for all four of you to follow right to him. But you Fisher and Anderson hold your fire, you watch as Ghost approaches him. Lifts his gun and shoots. Ghost looks up and around then speaks into the radio he stole.

“Nice shot”

“I learned from the best” you smile as you talk back.

“There’s a door to your left the one with the big red handle go through it”

He nods and sweeps the room with his gun as he backs away into the door. He twists the knob and walks through.once the door closes you speak again.

“Done that hall you’ll see two doors one in the left one on the right, the one on the left will lead you up to the second floor that’s where Fisher is collect her and continue down that walk way”

“Right” you have your eye on the woman as a guard storms from the opposite direction gun trained on the woman. You immediately load another round and shoot him. He drops.

“Thanks Riley” she sighs into the mic. A few seconds later you see Ghost . He approaches Fisher and helps her up.

“Down that walkway there may be more guards but there’s two doors, you're going through the second one. That leads to another staircase” you tell ghost and he nods. You watch as the two make their way down the hall. You hear a gunshot and feel a rattle on the grated floor beneath you. You look up to see Anderson has shot a guard trying to sneak up on you. She can see you so you give her a nod. She nods back.

“Riley” you hear Spencer come over the radio.

“Yeah?”

“The kids are out where are we going? “ she asks

“Give me s second Simon”

“Yeah?” Simon and Fisher have disappeared behind another door.

“Where is the extraction point?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Opposite the River “ he explains.

“Did you hear that Spencer”

“Copy” she confirms.

“Regular little soldier aren’t you?” Ghost asks.

“Just like you LT” you respond back.

“Nah be better than me Reader”

“Maybe one day”

“Atta girl”

“Really?! Now?! You two are flirting now?” Choi chimes in over the radio. You feel your face flush.

“Sorry”

“Stay focused, survival now romance later”

They reach the third floor just behind Anderson. She stands as do you. They are much closer to an exit that you are. So you know they will head for it. You know your closet to the exit you saw earlier the day before. The one locked by a gate and you head for it. Down several staircases and hallways. Happy you haven’t run into any guards until you reach the end, where you see a man with a rather large gun looking around. You almost stop running until you see the now hawk.

“Soap!” You shout. He turns he looks he sees you but it’s clear he doesn’t recognize you until you reach him and touch his arm. He looks over your face. With the black paint, the hood and the mask he can’t tell who you are. You pull your mask down.

“Mrs. Ghost!” He shouts and hugs you, picking you up.

“What the hell, I thought you were dead!”

“Nah I’m…just..vibing” you say looking around

“We’ve cleared this place out, been instructed to fall back so let’s get you out of here where’s Ghost?”

“He’s already out or at least he should be” you explain.

“Alright” he pulls you back the way he came which was the exit you were heading to any way. He’s already busted the gate so you were able to slip right out. You follow the sound of bullets until you reach the lake. You see the ghost wives returning fire on the warehouse alongside the 141 one. Standing on the ice lake bullets bouncing off the surface. Standing and shooting at the center of the lake you see Ghost. His gun continuously firing at the warehouse. You step onto the ice, you hear it whine and moan under your very little weight and it sets off alarm bells in your head. But after a moment it stops.

“Ghost” you whisper and you know it’s a whisper because you’d barely heard it. And yet his eyes find you as if you had shouted it. Before you can stop yourself , you're running towards him. It's a stupid thing to do. To run towards him while there’s a hail of bullets raining down on the both of you but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Ghost!” You shout as you run faster and faster. He doesn’t lower his gun, he keeps it trained, keeps it focused, his eyes are switching back and forth between you and the fight. The closer you get to him the more your heart races until you're within two steps. He lets off a quick shot then lowers his gun, opens his arms and you crash into them wrapping your own around his midsection crashing your head into his chest. He spins you around and places you back on your feet. He grunts.

“Good job!” He tells you and you smile.

“N-now go “ he tells you “get to the heli”

“Okay” you start to make your way across the lake seeing Price and a woman you didn’t know helping the rest of the ghost wives into the heli. As you reach them you hear the ice crack and pop again. You notice large breaks start to web out. The ice was breaking and the water beneath looked like it was rapidly moving. You quickly stepped off unwilling to help, swallowed by it. The woman grabbed your arm and pulled you up.

“Nice to meet you in Farrah” she says softly with a smile.

“Reader” you introduced

“Reader?” Price grabs you and ribs the hood away. His eyes go wide as he looks at you.

“Your alive”

“Nice to see you too sir” you originally turn to shout at Alejandro as to why he hadn’t told pride you were alive but when you notice ghost isn’t behind you. You panic. You look back into the ice now more cracked than before small parts of it have fallen into the water bullets hitting it aren’t belong.

Still midway across the frozen lake is Ghost. He’s half laid down half sitting up gun trained still shooting scooting back his blood staining the snow.

There’s a bullet entry wound on his back and he’s shooting at Reiss. Who is quickly approaching despite the ice breaking. He was shot in the back? How did that happen his back never towards the enemy until. Your eyes go wide as you realize he only turned you to prevent you from getting shot again. He took a bullet for you.

“SIMON!” You shout. He looks back.

“Go!” He yells “get them out of here”

Your heart is pacing the world around you seems to slow down and speed up all at once it’s confusing. Ghost is hurt, ghost is shot. Ghost got shot! The soldiers begin to fall back but you stay in place. The ice is breaking faster and faster. Reiss is getting closer and closer. Even if he killed her he would still fall through the ice. You step towards him.

“Don’t you dare!” You hear his shout. He’s still shooting but you know he’s talking to you.

“Reader don’t you do it, you go!”

“Ghost..”

“Price get her out of here!”

“Come on” he simply says he doesn’t actually make a move to touch you.

“Reader go!” Ghost yells. You take in shaking breath after shaking breath. The world around you goes silent. You just got him back. How…how could you leave him behind.

“Ah!” You shout running back into the ice. You feel it shift and crack and break even more.

“No!” Ghost shouts. Your eyes are locked in him as you run it feels like it takes you forever but eventually your grab his shoulders. Aim your gun and as Reiss closes in you both aim your gun and let out a round one in the chest the other in the leg. She drops to her knees gasping. She looks at you. Her eyes wide.

“Take care of my daughter”

You aim your gun at her head.

“I will” you shoot and hit her between the eyes she thuds to the ice cracking it almost completely in half. Your eyes go wide.

“Reader get out of here”

“I’m not leaving you” you state trying to pull him but he’s too heavy. He’s like those weights Ghost forces you to carry around and the. Tie to your waist and drag along the field.

“The ice is breaking!”

“I AM NOT LEAVING YOU” you shout. You rip off your cloak and lay it on the ice. Tying the end to your waist. He made you do this before you could do it again.

“Get on it”

“What?” He ask

You duck out of the way of a billet.

“Get on the cape!” You shout

He growls

“Fucking hell” he rolls only it and sits up. You hold the tie around your waist and step forward. He's heavy, extremely so, but the slick of the ice makes it a bit easy to pull it. A loud booming crack sounds the ice beneath Reiss crumbles taking several guards with him.

“Fuck!” You shout as you start to try to run. You get some speed but not much. The ice is crumbling branch Ghost almost as fast as you can get him off of it. But that only forces you to move faster pushing your muscles to the lip as you pull him. He’s still letting off bullets as you pull him. The ice crumbles faster and faster breaking to pieces beneath your feet.

“Ahh!” Yiu shout. You feel two sets of hands grip your upper arms and pull you. Looking up you see soap and Alejandro.

“We’ve got you both” soap says and they help you more like drag you both towards the edge of the lake. You turn and pull ghost by his shoulders up and onto the ramp of the Heli as the rest of the lake crumbles away.

“We’ve got em go!” Price says looking over the two of you. The heli starts and begins to lift off the ground.

You help Ghost move deeper into the heli where he’s laid down.

The ghost wives on the heli pull you away as soap and pride kneel before Ghost ripping his vest off and his shirt open to reveal his scars and wounds and surprising a tattoo you haven’t seen before it must be new. It's on his peck, a small bird. A Robin. Your eyes go wide as you look at it.

“Simon can you hear me?” Price asks

“Reader…” he says softly “is she alright?”

“She fine she’s here”

“I’m okay” you say softly

“Good” you hear him breathe.

“I don’t see an exit wound” Price explains as they look over his body.

“It may have hit a body cavity but I can’t be sure” soap responds back. They do something you can’t see and hear Ghost groan.

“He’s losing a lot of blood” soap states

“Reader” ghost calls out.

“Yeah?” You feel the Fisher hug you softly.

“Why don’t blind guys go skydiving?” He asks

“What…?” You shake your head

“Why don’t blind guys go skydiving?” He repeats the question.

“I…I don’t know…”

“It scares the shit out of their dogs”

You smile through your panic and your worry

“Ghost…”

“Singing in the shower is fun…until you get soap in your mouth” he begins your eyes move to soap you looks offended

“Then it’s a soap opera”

You both chuckle at that.

“How are you making jokes right now?” You ask

“Because if I don’t you’ll start to panic” he explains

“I’m already panicked!” You shout.

“Don’t be I flee flem…” his voice starts to slurr.

“Ghost”

“Fleeel fl-fi-de-“ silence.

“Ghost!” You stand up and the wives pull you back down.

“Simon…

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Your hands are shaking your both too hot and too cold. Your palms stained red, your fingers are trembling and you're over stimulated from the sights and sounds of a hospital waiting room. Your leg is bouncing and you feel like you can’t sit still. The last few hours replaying in your mind over and over and over again.

“Reader” Price’s voice above you brings you slightly out of your thoughts. Not fully but enough to focus on him handing you a pack of wet wipes. His face is soft and sympathetic. You take the wet wipe from him and tear it open.

“I know you're concerned but he’ll be okay. It will take a lot more than that to take down Simon”

“I know” you sniffle and unfold the wet wipe and begin to wipe your hands. Some comes off but not nearly enough. This was ghosts blood. Simon's blood. And you're covered in it. You hate it, you want it off.

“So just try to keep calm” Price warns

“I’m calm” You say

“I know you are right now but you’ve been through a lot in the last few days-“

“I’m fine” you snap not even wanting to think about your time in that fucking building.

“Reader”

“I know I’ve been through a lot, I know a lot happened, but right now the main focus is that Ghost is in surgery and he could die and his blood is all over my clothes and my hands” You feel yourself slowly starting to let the emotions buble as you wipe your hands more and more desperate to see their natural color and not this horrible crimson stain

“And he might survive and he might not but most importantly” you rub and rub at your finger

“I can’t get his fucking blood off my hands”

Price snatched the wipe away and hugs you cradling your head to his chest and without fail you began to weep. You began to cry harder than you ever had in your life. everything you’d been feeling not only for the past few days but the past few years bursting out of you. You grip Price’s arm as you exhale on a silent sob. You’d got him and lost him and got him and were potentially losing him again. If Ghost died even worse if he died because of you! Protecting you! You weren’t sure you could ever forgive yourself. It didn’t feel right, it didn't feel like a fair trade.

Price runs his fingers through your hair. You hid your face in his chest and you cried. You cry until you feel like there’s nothing left in you to cry and a sort of hollow felling sets in.

Hours pass of you and price and soap all taking turns pacing. Alejandro and Rudy try to distract themselves with a card game. Gaz is trying and failing to get some sleep.

Roach eventually makes his way over to you sitting next to you and waving.

“Hi” you say with absolutely no emotion because you have no more to expend.

“Nice to meet you” he signs

“I am r-o-a-c-h”

You squint your eyes as you watch him

“Roach? Your name is Roach? Oh Roach!” You remember hearing the name before but you’d heard it spoken.

“Nice to meet you I am r-e-a-d-e-r” you sign back to him.

“You know ASL?” He seems excited by this

“Very little” You sign back

“Roach is selectively mute” Price explains to you.

“What are the conditions?” You ask

“Ghost” he signs

“Ghost?” You raised an eyebrow

“I can only talk to ghost”

You remember how when you heard roach over comms, he was reporting back to ghost about his position and said nothing else.

“Oh okay that’s okay I could stand to learn more asl” you explain.

“Good” he sighs back “you're worried?”

“Worried? Yes… I am very worried”

“Simon is stubborn” he says this with aggressive body motions

“So I’ve been told…” you sigh “I just want him to be okay”

“He will be”

“Riley?!” A doctor walks out into the waiting room and You shoot up from your seat the second you hear the name.

approaching the woman with, well everyone else.

“You're all for Riley?” She asks.

“Yes” Price nods “although she is technically still his wife”

“Oh okay” she focuses on you

“There has been significant blood loss and an artery was hit”

You nod “what does that mean”

“It means that by the time we found the artery in his body cavity he had lost a significant amount of blood”

“But he’ll be okay right?”

She sighs and shakes her head

“Under normal circumstances yes he would be fine but-“

“But…” Yiu ask shakily

“Unfortunately there’s a shortage in the hospital of type O+ blood his blood type and we are in need of blood, I’ve put in a request to a nearby hospital and I am waiting to hear back but if we don’t get the blood soon he’ll slip into a coma and he may not wake up”

“What?” You ask in disbelief

“We’ll do everything we can but-“

“Wait I’m type O+ I know I am, can I give blood?” Soap asks.

“We would need quite a bit” the doctor states

“Take as much as you need”

You turn and smile at Soap. Soap smiles back at you. A literal life saver.

Before long Soap is led away to have his blood drawn and you're left alone with the rest. You can feel yourself moving through all the stages of grief, denial anger bargaining depression and acceptance all in one.

If ghost dies…he dies…and so will a part of you. When Price approaches Yiu with a doctor you're feeling numb.

“Hey reader this doctor is just gonna get you checked up make sure your okay”

Given how fucked yo you looked it’s understandable

You nod slowly and stand.

“Okay” your voice is monotone

For the moment you do everything everyone tells you. You follow them to rooms, You undress when they tell you to , you lay down. You allow pictures to be taken of your bruises and scars.

. You're given medications but you don’t even remember what for. You're caught in a daze. By the time you are done, another few hours have passed. As you walk into the waiting room Price seems happy to see you.

“I have some news”he states

“What?” You ask.

“The doctor was out here about twenty minutes ago. With Soap’s donation and a lot of hard word from the doctors Ghost will be fine”

You let out a sigh finally feeling like your breathing , finally feeling like the world like life is real again.

“Where is he?” You ask

“He’s in recovery. He’s away he’s alert he’s fine”

“Well take me to him” you order

Price sighs and he grips your shoulders.

“What…?” You ask

“You can’t go back there reader”

“What…? What not? I’m his wife I should be allowed back there we can talk to the nurses”

“He doesn’t…want you…back there”

“But…”

“He wants you to go”

“Why?” You almost break then. You want to punch Price for blocking you and Ghost for sending you away. He doesn’t want to see you? After all that?! After everything he’s still sending you away!? He’s still leaving you?!

“John” You say Price’s first name on a sob and almost breaks him.

“Reader “ he shakes his head.

“Why? why do I have to go? why won’t he see me?” You demand to know

“After everything price really” your almost hyperventilating

“I know”

“John talk to him…talk to him” you beg

Price takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders.

“He’s made his decision Reader”

“Price!” You cry

He doesn’t give you any more than that. You feel tears fill your eyes.

“Fuck you” you say through gritted teeth and then walk towards the doors of the hospital.

“Alejandro” price calls over his shoulder.

“On it”

When you step out of the hospital
You want to scream instead you feel someone hug you and hold on. You know by how this hug. It’s Alejandro. You scream into his shoulder he lets you hit him and thrash about. He holds you still as you work out your emotions. Until you find your energy is spent.

“Let me take you home” Alejandro offers

“No” You shake your head. “I don’t want to go back there… take me to a hotel or something”

The hotel he takes you to is the first one you find on the higher end. Where you can just hide inside. He stays in the room with you. The pair of you fully check the room before you relax into it. You lay down on the bed. Close your eyes and try not to think.

Three weeks later

You had been staying with Amy and River for a few weeks now, at least two, they made you feel at home they took you out almost daily. They tried to keep your mind off of everything that had happened. Your day consisted of waking up on their couch , eating breakfast, going with them to at least go shopping or go for a walk in the park. They made sure to get you out of the house at least every day. You seemed so lost in what to do. On how to feel or where you exactly fit anymore. You're helping Amy and River unload groceries when their doorbell rings. River smiled and went to answer it. You count to help Amy put things away.

“Reader!
River callls. You freeze and gulp nervously. You and Amy share a look. You take a deep breath and move to their front door. You see price standing there with an all too familiar k9.

“Thunder!”You shout

“Social delivery” Price smiles and offers you a hug which of course you take. Thunder bounds into the house jumping on You on the couch on Amy on River on everything .

Price steps into the home and shuts the door behind him.

“Oh thank god he’s alright” you hug the dog as he jumps up on you and licks your face.

“Yeah he’s a strong one “ price nods

You make the dog sit and calm down as Price squares his shoulders.

“Sir?” You raise an eyebrow he clearly needs to speak with you.

“I am giving you confirmation that Father, Pope, and all the monks are dead. The threat has been eliminated” price states
“kills confirmed

You feel your shoulder slump.

“With its conclusion I was ordered by Ghost to give you this”

He hands you an envelope. You look down at it. Divorce papers? He really did want the divorce? You take a deep breath and take it.

“Thank you” you nod

“Mmhmm.” Pride touched your shoulder a smiles

“Take care of yourself” he hugs you once more and then leaves.

You sit down on the bed looking at the hand written version of your name on the envelope. There seems to be something besides paper in it as well.

Amy and River walk up behind you as you open the envelope, you feel your heart skip several beats. You turn it upside down and two rings tumble into your palm. The one you left behind and the large band you once saw on Ghost’s finger.

Folded paper lay within But it looked like notebook paper. You reach your hand in and take it out and unfold it. Whatever this is, it's handwritten. Your name is at the top.

“Reader,

Please be patient with me. This isn’t easy to write…or to send.

If price has done what I’ve asked you’ll be receiving this exactly one week after I’ve been discharged from the hospital. I don’t know how to say this in person, so I was hoping it would be easier with a letter.at least that’s what I’m hoping but it doesn’t feel any easier. “

You sit down on the couch as Amy and River gather behind you to read along.

“To begin
. I didn’t send Sheppard with those divorce papers, let’s make that clear. I alone was assigned to deliver that contract to you as I saw fit.”

You toy with the rings in your hand

“I had made the decision not to. I now realize that this was not solely my decision to make.”

You feel your heart skip a beat

“Two and a half years we have dedicated ourselves to each other. You to the protection of my identity and the identity of those around me and I to your life. And in those two and half years I did not once stop and consider how my actions could and would affect your life.” You cover your face as you read both River and Amy look at eachother

“You were simply another mission. I don't know where that stopped, I don’t know where that changed, I don't know where… I changed. But clearly I did . I’d like to think that was because of you. But I can’t be sure. Maybe I wanted to be who you needed. I don’t know anymore.”

You run your fingers through your hair as you flip the page.

“ I don’t want the divorce but I know this is about more than just what I want.

I want

You, in the morning when your hair is a mess and you have those disgusting ice crystals in Your eyes “

You let out a light chuckle mixed with a cry

“I want you waiting for me when I get back from a hard mission”

You let your finger run along the rem of your ring.

“I want you at breakfast in the morning complaining about my beans”

You hide your face as you chuckle. You’ve actually grown to like the beans

“I want you, always, all the time…
Price told me that if I wanted to show you I was serious that I would leave myself vulnerable and I thought about letting you see me weak and helpless in the hospital bed but I couldn't do that to you. If you are to see me weak you’ll see me weak by my own choice. You’ll see me weak in my way. “

You hunch forward ad you read

“ so this…is the weakest I can be for you. As .. terrifying as this is, I leave myself…and my heart in your hands. I’ve provided both our rings in this note. For the first time in a long time I leave my heart open to someone else’s whim. And I am terrified.”

You take in s shaking breath as you look at the rings in your hands

“If you choose to walk away from me, walk away from the marriage, and walk away from us. You are free to do so the choice is yours.
With me your life will always be in danger. And as you’ve seen I can only do so much to protect you. I will not blame you, I will not contact you, you will never hear from me again.”

You looked up at Amy them who clearly had just ready the same line you did. She shrugs and continues to read behind you.

“But if you chose me, choose to be with me. I would like my ring back. And I want yours back on your finger where it belongs. Where I can see it every day as you sleep with your hand resting gently under your cheek. You can return it where our marriage began.

If after a month You are not here I will take that as your answer and I will never bother you again.

-Simon”

You looks at the rings juggling in your hands

“So what will you do?” Amy asks.

“I…don’t know….”

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You feel like a different person, so much has happened that you haven’t really had a chance to process it all. And trying to do so only sends you on a downward spiral of conflicting emotions and dark thoughts. So much so that not even the walks that Amy and River would take you on were helping. So you were more than happy when Soap called and asked to meet up for drinks. The last thing you needed was to drink yourself stupid but you still agreed to meet up with him. It had been a long day and even longer after receiving Ghost’s letter. The rings are still in your pocket as you sit around a table with Soap, Alejandro, Rudy and Gaz. Your bursting a coke though most of the ice has melted in the soda and floats at the top of the glass in little clusters

The guys were drinking but not heavily each of them asking how you were commenting on how well your injuries were healing up. Most of the bruises on your face we’re gone now you had to have your hand in a brace for a few weeks because one of your knuckles had been broken. The bruises along your body had disappeared as well. The small talk however only got you all so far eventually, soap asked the million dollar question.

“Have you seen Ghost yet?” He leans forward at the table one hand on his drink one hand on his lap.

“No” you shake your head “I haven’t really been allowed to until today”

“What do you mean allowed?” Soap asks

“Oh yeah you weren’t there for that he kicked her out of the hospital” Alejandro explains

“He did what?” Soap asked shocked

“Yeah but…he had his reasons” You stated. “Anyway he Uh…sent me a letter today”

“What did it say?” Rudy asks

“It’s said…that whether we stay married or not is up to me” you shrug.

“Well do you want to stay married?”

You run your fingers through your hair.

“I love Ghost I really do but….I mean my life will constantly be in danger if I am with him not to mention the man has the emotional maturity of a jelly fish”

“You both do” Alejandro states

“Is that so?”

“Don’t get me wrong reader but I’ve seen how both of you act when you're upset. You get overly emotional and he shuts down” soap states

“I do not get overly emotional” You defend. Soap shifts in his chair and clears his throat.

“I once saw you cry because you found out that gay Penguins adopt abandoned eggs”

“You give me one good reason I should cry tears of joy at gay wholesomeness” you point at the man

“That is pretty cute” Rudy says with a soft smile then looks at Alejandro. He leans his head to the side.

“Would you adopt a baby Penguin with me?” He asks

“I would not” Alejandro takes a sip from his drink and the three of you chuckle a bit.

“Not everyone is abandoned baby penguins material” you shrug you hear a group of people enter the bar behind you. Your painfully away of when anyone leaves the bar and enters. You can’t help it anymore it’s like a reflex. You turn to look and see just how many people when you see a very familiar face. Cold eyes set on you and every muscle in your body goes still.

“Well shit” you chuckle to yourself “my dads here…”

“Is that a bad thing?” Soap asked

“Remember that random soldier who called me and yelled at me that one time you were leading me around base?”

“The asshole with the receding hair line?”

“That’s my dad”

“Oh” he looks in your dads direction.

“Just ignore him. Hopefully he’ll do the same”

“It doesn’t look like it considering he’s waking this way.”

You sigh “great.”

“Miss Reader” you hear behind you, you find yourself rolling your eyes as you turn to look at him. He acknowledges everyone at the table before returning his attention back to you.

“Earl” you adress him by his first name and he does not like that one bit. His eyes go wide then narrow. Before that would have scared you. Now he just looks fucking stupid.

“Where’s your husband?” He asks

“Clearly not here”

He does the eye thing again this time his lip quivers a bit with a snarl.

“Are you being smart with me?” He asked

“Depends on what your definition of smart is. If answering a question makes me smart then I’ll be Albert Einstein by the end of this conversation”

This makes Alejandro chuckle. He sips his drink. Your dad grips your arm and pulls you up from your seat. You watch his grip on your upper arm feeling a cool rage begin to boil through you. He tries to pull you away from the table but only makes it a few steps. Soap Alejandro Rudy and Gaz all watch, ready to act if needed.

“I don’t know who you think you are talking to like that but I am your father and you will show me the respect I deserve”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing. Now let go of my arm” you say

He chuckles

“What are you going to do if I don’t? Get your little husband to beat me up?”

“Don’t need him for that” you look your dad square in the eye.

“Yiu must have lost your fucking mind I will whoop your ass right here-“

You rip your arm free. It shocks him that your able to do so.

“Try it” you square your shoulders “I fucking dare you.” You take a step towards him.

“I’ll embarrass you in front of your buddies watching over there, and this entire bar. I am not a little girl anymore”

“Reader-“

“Threaten me again. And I will make you forget what it’s like to eat solid food I am not fucking around with you” you have not blinked through this entire conversation.

For the first time in your entire life as your father looks at you. You can see fear in his eyes.

“And you know I’m telling the truth, I know you’ve seen the eyes of a killer before, do mine look similar?”

He backs away from you a few inches. You walk past him towards the exit. He hesitates for a moment before he decides to go after you his pride bruised. Just the Soap and and Alejandro standing shoulder to shoulder in front of him.

“Bad idea cabron” Alejandro shakes his head.

Your father looks between the two men and then walks away. Alejandro and Soap share a look.

“Now I know why she’s called Mrs. Ghost” Alejandro states

“Shes scary as fuck right?” Soap exclaims.

It was a rather quick store run. Just picking up a few things he would need to make breakfast in the motioning that he didn’t realize he was out of. As he steps through the door and immediately greeted by thunder bounding up to him and jumping on his chest. Almost knocking him over. His tail is wagging wildly. He’s kicking at Ghost’s mask and panting heavily with his tongue out. Ghost sets his groceries down and pets the dog looking around the house. He left the kitchen light on but only that so when he sees that his bedroom light is on his heart skips a beat. He carefully sets the dog off of him, closes and locks the door behind him and makes his way up stairs. He can see shadows moving in his room as he walks down the hall and as he steps into the door frame he sees you standing at the end of his bed looking at him.

You don’t say anything, you simply stare at him with an unreadable face. Your hands in your pockets as you watch him enter the room. His eyes are wide and glued to you.it the first time in a long time anyone has been able to shock him. He thought he would never see you again. He understood if he never saw you again and yet here you were standing in his bedroom. You approach him slowly and carefully with no sudden movements. When you reach him you grab his hand. You look at it. He examines your face as it appears a thousand emotions are running through you. And then you take off his glove. You peel it off so fast he hardly has time to react. You single out his ring finger and slip the ring back on. Then you look back up at him. You place something in his hand and then offer your own. When he looks down he sees your ring in his Palm and your outstretched hand. He lets out a light…nervous chuckle one you haven’t heard before as he picks up your ring, takes your hand and slips your ring back on. You touch the cheek of his mask and lift his head to lock eyes with you.

“You're stuck with me,” you whisper. You reach up and slowly lift his balaclava rolling it to his nose and letting it rest there.

He’s smiling it’s a large smile one that shows teeth

“Pity” he says before crashing his mouth down around yours. You gasp and moan into the kiss, your eyes fluttering shut. Fuck you missed the feel of his lips and it appeared he did as well because he groans and pulls you to him pressing every inch of his body against yours that he can. You have to lean a bit back as he cranes his body over you and drips the back of your head to keep you locked in the kiss. Your lips part and his tongue snakes into your mouth wrapping softly around your own and massaging. His hands begin to explore your body your hips your waist your back your neck your shoulders every inch of you he can touch. He rips open your shirt and you hear the buttons pop and scatter somewhere in the room you smile into the kiss not willing to chastise him for that in his moment. You understand his eagerness because you're just as eager just as wanting. You run your hands beneath his sweatshirt. He’s not wearing another shirt underneath and you can feel his muscles and raised bumps of his scars.

He lets out a soft grunt as he feels your hands there and takes a step forward causing you to take a step back. He rips your shirt off your arms and touches your exposed breasts. You hadn’t been wearing a bra. You gasp and grind yourself against his body. His fingers reach up to pinch your nipples and you quiver as they harden beneath his finger tips. You tug at his swear shirt wanting to feel his skin against yours. You whisper softly as you pull and tongue. He growls unwilling to break the kiss for even a moment but eventually he relents as your legs hit the end of his bed he breaks the kiss and pulls his sweatshirt off you have only a moment to admire the sight the muscles the scars and the new tattoo you run your hand across it as he kisses you again. Holding your head in place as he seemingly devours your mouth.

His hands smooth down your sides as he lifts you up by the waist and tosses you into the bed. You bounce a bit, messing up his sheets and pillows. Letting out a light laugh as you land. You look up at him as he admires you kicking off his shoes at the same time he reaches for your pants by yanking them by the end of the legs off you. You laugh again. The rough treatment is somehow amusing. You help him by kicking them off and watch as he goes for his belt buckle. Your bite your lip as your watch his fingers expertly undo the latch pull the belt out of the loops and buckle his pants. You feel your pussy clench as warm slick wetness begins to deep from the slit. You know whats to come and your so excited for it that your shaking.

He pulls his pants down just a bit before he reaches up and tears his balaclava the rest of the way off. Your eyes go wide as you look up at a face you’ve never seen before. Awestruck by the features you're seeing. Sharp jaw line the Glasgow smile etched into the side of his mouth a slightly crooked nose as if it had been broken and set in place improperly a scar running along the bridge of his nose and bright blonde hair short on the sides long on top and a complete mess from the balaclava. Your jaw drops as you quickly sit up and approach him. He doesn’t move, he simply watches you. It’s very clear on his face that as you approach him he’s nervous. His expression is as clear as the day. And you understand a little bit more why he wears the mask. You could never tell his expression when he did.

When you reach the end of the bed you reach up and touch his face. Touch his chin where the five o clock shadow lay. You run your hand along his jaw line down his nose over his lips over his eyes through his hair. You let out a slowly shaking breath as you take in each and every feature and he lets you. Letting you turn his head to look at his ears. They’re rather large but not ridiculously so. To examine his jaw line. Until you finally look him in the eyes again.

“Holy fuck” you breath. His eyes go wide, he's hanging on to every word you say that nervous gleam of what you might think of his face lingering in his irises.

“Your fucking beautiful” you tell him. And for the first time ever you see Ghost smile. And it’s the most enchanting sight in the world. It's so infectious that you smile too. He kisses you. It's soft this time. You can feel his nose brush against yours as he does so you lose your fingers in his soft hair. The pair of you crash back into the bed and he pulls his pants the rest of the way off. You feel his cock thud against your stomach and you reach down to stroke it’s your warm hand wrapping around the pulsating shaft.

He pulls away and groans his mouth hanging slightly open a red flush overcoming his cheeks. You love seeing him light this. His brows are furrowed as your begin to stroke him.

“Fuck” he hissed, his eyes are glazed over and his muscles are shaking.

“I like seeing you like this” you tell him and he tries to smile but you squeeze his cock a bit and he groans again.

“Fuck you look amazing like this” you tell him.

“Rea-der” he groans.

“Simon”

“Fuck” he kisses you again and you stroke his cock through your make out session you can feel the bead of precum form on the tip and circle the head with the slick lubricant of it.

To your shock as you do this he you never thought you’d hear he whimpers it’s light and soft buck you know you fucking heard it.

You pull away and look at him.

“My husband whimpering for me?”

“I…didn’t whim-“ he doesn’t finish the sentence as you press his cock between legs to your slit not letting him penetrate you but grinding your sex along the shaft

“Fffff-fuckin hell”

“What was that?”

He reaches a hand up and grips your hair.

“Don’t you dare forget who’s in charge here” he demands. You smile wickedly as he leans down and slowly slides the cock head between your lips. You can’t control the arch in your back and feel him teasing your lips.

“Shit” you breathe and he kisses your neck.

“Ghost” you whisper gripping his shoulder

“Simon” he corrects you. “Call me Simon”

“Simo-“ you don’t get a chance to finish as he thrusts into you. Only half way you gasp and hug him close. Suddenly feeling so full it almost hurts. Fuck you forgot how big he was.

“You feel too good” he tells you before slamming home.

“Simon” your entire body jumps against him.

“Say it again” he thrusts into you slow and gently.

“Simon…” you moan as he is stroking every sensitive part in you. It feels amazing but it also feels like more of a tease. He’s making you feel good but at his own pace and you wanted more. You wrapped your legs around his waist, booking them behind his back pulling him even deeper. Again he whimpers and you love the sound.

“I wanted to be gentle, I wanted to be soft” he places a hand on your thigh to keep you in place.

“But I don’t think I can” he begins to pound into you bouncing you up and down with the force of his thrusts. You hear his head board smack against the wall as he fucks you making your entire body tingle making you lose your mind, you scratch down his back.

“Oh my god Simon”

“Fuck I love hearing you say my name” he kisses you as he slowls his thrusts down so their deep and long and won’t break the kiss. You moan into his mouth as he entangles your tongue with his. He grips your hand with his own. The one with your ring on it and pins it above your head lacing your fingers with his. As he pulls away from the kiss he’s grunting and panting the pleasure written all over his face which only heightens your own. Your toes curl as you start to feel the coil of pleasure tighten in your lower belly. His eyes squint.

“Fuck your tighten around me”

He rests his forehead against your and the pair of you watch each other he’s watching your facial expression you're watching his.

“I’m so close” he tells you.

“I want to watch you cum” you tell him.

His eyes roll as he groans.

“Please Simon I want to see it” his thrusts get harder and faster he squeezes your hand. You get a flutter in your stomach and tingling in your pussy pleasure threatens to take you and you struggle to keep your eyes open as you feel your orgasm approach. He feels you spasm and it makes him shake his cheeks redden even more and he starts to snarl.

“I’m gonna cum “

“Yes yes yes” he growls “mine” he growls. His thrusts picking up to the point where he’s slamming into you. The wet slaps are echoing throughout the room.

“Mine mine mine mine your mine”

“Yours” you nod as your orgasm explodes throughout your body your eyes close your body shakes and thrusts back against him, your pussy spaziming around his cock.z

“I’m cumming” he tells you, your eyes open and you watch the pleasure on his face, his eyes close and he groans as he thrusts deep into you, filling you with warm cum. A smile slowly creeping on his face as he rides out his orgasm. Filling you with his cum again gave him a relief he didn’t know existed. His hips rock into you a few more times before he stops. His eyes open as the pair of you are panty sweety not quite spent. You reach up and touch his face examining it. You smile lazily in the afterglow of your orgasm. He lifts your hand still laced with your and kisses the ring finger.

When he rolls bring you with him pressing you against his chest as the pair of you try to collect your breath. It takes a few minutes as you hug him close. Happy to be in his arms once again.

“So the Robin?” You look up and point to the tattoo on his chest.

“Well I couldn’t very well get your name tattooed on me now could I?”

“Wait” you sit up and look closer at the tattoo.

“You got this for me?” You ask shocked

“What do I call you?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Runt, gremlin, stupid-“ you begin to list

“And Robin”

“Why…would you do that” you run your hand over the tattoo.

“Because whether I like it or not I fell in love with you. And the way I feel about you is something I don’t want to forget. It's one of my only good memories so whether you came back or not. I did t want to forget”

You smile softly as you look at him.

“That’s so stupid” you cover your mouth feeling tears well in your eyes.

“Goddamn they were right I am overly emotional” You hide your face in ghosts chest. He hugs you and laughs.

“Yes yes you are”

You fall asleep shortly after laying in his bed naked, your hair disheveled his blanket around your waist.

Ghost however remains away watching you. Watching you sleep you hand tucked under your chick the way you always do. Your wedding ring is on full display for him. He had meant to read but at some point you made a noise and it drew his attention. He lifts the blanket over your shoulder before returning to his book. He’s not more than two sentences in when you gasp and shoot up in bed gasping looking around a look of confusion in your face.

He touches your back and you jump and look at him. At first you don’t recognize him, you don’t know who this man in bed with you is, you'd never seen his face before.

“It’s okay”

But when he speaks you can hear your husband's voice and connect the dots. You weren’t back in that warehouse like you believed you were home with him in his bed.

“Your okay” he tells you and pulls you to him. His hug is soft and warm.

“I know it felt real but your here with me it was just a nightmare”

You nod as you hug him back.

“I’m sorry”

“You have nothing to be sorry about I understand” he tells you and helps you lay back down. He sets his book aside and holds you. You're back to his front.

A few hours later it was morning you felt the warm morning sun in your face as you slowly blink back into consciousness but you don’t open your eyes. You can feel the warmth of Ghost wrapped around you and you want to linger there. He's away you can tell but you don’t know if he knows you're away yet. . You shift a bit in bed and feel something hard pressing against you back. You smile to yourself and brush your ass against it.

You hear him let out a hiss and feel his eyes shoot to you. You don’t move, you simply lay there and let your breathing continue as normal. After a few minutes you shift against pushing your ass back into him.

“Stop it” he whispers, gripping your waist.

You want to chuckle but you don’t. Instead you groan sleepily and shift again this time lifting yourself so that your pussy is just above his cock head.

“I know you're awake knock it off”

You lay still for a few minutes before shifting against this time your pussy lips graze his cockhesd.

“Alright” his hand tightens around your hips his own lunge forwards and he sinks deep into you

“Is this what you wanted? Hmm? First thing in the morning”

You moan and gasp as he keeps you completely impaled on his cock. You reach back and grip his hair turning your head to face him.

“Good morning to you too” you breathe he kisses you as he thrusts into you. This early in the morning the both of you are so sensitive that the pleasure of this is driving you insane. He almost can’t control himself as he thrust hard and deep into you.

“I love you” he whispers against your ear.

“I love you” you respond

“You fucking better “ he thrusts faster and faster until the pair of you cum at the same time groaning and moaning and grinding against eachother. He holds you close until he can collect his breathing. Slowly pulling out of you.

“Now that we’re both thoroughly awake…” he rises from the bed.

“I’ll go make us breakfast”

“No thanks I’m full” you joke and he chuckles

“Very funny” he pulls a pair of boxers, then puts sweat pants on and leaves the room.

You take a few minutes of lazing about in bed, you get up when you smell bacon, you grab one of Ghosts shirts. It’s huge and black with no design on it. You pull it on. You head down stairs and find him cooking in the kitchen. Frying eggs, placing them on the plate and setting them down on the table with bacon toast and beans. You smile as you see the beans.

“Good morning”

“Morning” he says

You sit down at the table and he hands you a cup of tea before sitting down himself. You take a bite of food and smile happily, it hits the spot. He watches you as he sips his tea. With his mask on you wouldn’t be able to tell what he’s thinking with it off you can read worry and concern all over his face. Something wrong, something he wanted to address . You dip your toast in your egg yolk.

“What’s wrong?”you ask. He paused, looked at you then reached into his pocket. Sets something on the table and slides it to you.

You stop eating and gulp nervously, suddenly feeling sick as you look at it.

“Where did you get this?” You ask

“Your hotel bathroom” he sips his tea.

You wrap your fingers around the pregnancy test and hold it up looking over the positive result that made you break down so hard in your hotel room.

“Did you make the decision to come back because you're carrying my child?” He asks

“No” you shake your head

“Would you have told me about this if you chose to walk away?”

You inhale deeply. “No”

He nods.

“Have you decided what you want to do?” He asks.

“Me?”

“It’s growing inside of you if you want to keep it that’s up to you if not that’s also up to you. I just want to know if you’ve decided on what to do with it”

“I …don’t know with everything that’s happened I haven’t given it much thought”

“How far along are you?” He asks.

You gulp nervously

“Doctors at the hospital that examined me said I’m 8 weeks”

He chuckles and shakes his head

“Fucking christmas” he sips his tea.

“I…I don’t know, maybe…I should…get rid of it… I mean can we afford to have a baby right now?” You ask.

“Financially…yes…emotionally well again that’s up to you” he shrugs

“So your just going to leave this up to me?”

He clears his throat.

“Yes” he nods.

“Great” You chuckle dryly.

“Reader, I never thought I’d ever get married let alone be a father. This' ' he points between the two of yiu.

“Is all new territory…would I like to be a better father than my own. Yes, I am in a rush to do so. No “ he shakes his head

“Doesn’t mean I’m not will to try” he sits back in his seat.

“But carrying the baby, birthing the baby and raising it those, are all things that involve you. And if you're not all in. Then don’t do it.”

You nod slowly

“You're not angry?” You ask nervously

“I’m not angry” he shakes his head

Your doorbell ringing catches you both off guard. You jump, Ghost stands up.

“It’s just soap, be asked if he could stop by to check on me. I told him it was fine” Ghost walks towards the door grabbing his balaclava then pausing to see the cloth clutched in his hand. He looks back at you. You’ve seen his face…soap has seen his face. Was there really a need to wear this. He slowly sets it down and opens the front door.

“Hey LT!”

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Ghost walks through the front door of his home. The soft thud of paws against his hardwood signal to him that thunder is on his way to jump on him. He’s not shocked when the dog's paws wind up on his chest and he has, hot , stinky breath in his face. Thank goodness for the mask. He rubs the soft fur behind thunder's ears and the dog lets out a soft whine to show his appreciation. Ghost had been away from home for a few days now so it’s very obvious thunder had missed him in that time.

He sets his to go back down by the door and unlaces his Shoes, sliding them off and lining them next to a pair of slippers. He turns and walks into his living room where he finds you curled up in a tiny ball with a blanket draped over your body. Asleep

He smiles to himself as he approaches. Your chest is moving slowly up and down, your eyes beneath the lids are moving rapidly and your lips are slightly parted . You're clearly in a very deep sleep. Dreaming of something. He kneels by the couch and watches you for a moment.

There’s a black hood on your head your hair pulled back into it. On the tv is something playing he knows you’ve watched a thousand times already. As soon as he hears

“I’m a brave boy! I’m gonna go down those stairs!”

He wonders how your able to sleep with Markiplier screaming bloody murder in your ear. But from what he’s gathered sounds like this as well as the …odd sounds that accompany any five nights at Freddy’s videos comforts you a great deal. it keeps you calm and keeps the nightmares away so he deals with it.

“Riley” he says softly, with obviously no reaction from you. Then he says your first name. Still no reaction the most he gets is a large gruff of air forced through your nostrils.

“Robin” he carasses the side of your face with his gloved hand. Your skin visibly jumps but your eyes slowly open and you look at him. A soft smile comes across your face as you slowly blink back into consciousness

“Your home” you voice is groggy and rough heavy with the lingering exhaustion of sleep.

“How did the mission go?”

“The mission was fine. What are you doing on the couch?” He asks.

“It’s the only place comfortable for me to sleep right now” you say softly, stretching your arms up, the sleeves of the sweater shirt hanging off your hands clearly too big for you.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” He raises an eyebrow

“No it’s OUR sweatshirt”

“That you appropriated from my bedroom?” He folds his arms

“It smells like you” you press the sleeve to your nose and inhale.

“And you enjoy my scent?”

“Mmmhmm” you nod and smile lazily

“Eve though I …and I quite smell like ass and cornchips?” He tilts his head to the side. You burst out laughing, rising up from the couch.

“Only when you come back from the field!” You defend.

“Like right now”

Ghost pauses at that looks you over then grabs your arm.

“Alright that’s it give me my sweater back”

“No” you hug yourself restricting the fabric to your body. He pulls but not hard he’s not actually trying to get it. Most importantly he’s actively trying to accidentally hurt you. Recently he’s been terrified to touch you. Your so small and fragile to him that he feels like he could break you with his pinky. When you sit up to defend yourself he stops.

“You're lucky you look cute in it” he states and your smile beams as you stretch fully shaking the sleep from your body you throw the blankets off of you and ghosts eyes immediately drop to your extended belly poking through the fabric of his sweatshirt. His hands itch to touch you but he’s scared. He’s terrified. What if he’s too rough? What if he hurts the baby?

You notice him looking and smile. Your hands move to your stomach rubbing in small circles.

“He has been very active today,”you explain.

“I bet she has” he looks up at you.

“I’m telling you Simon it’s a boy”

“And I’m telling you that you’ve been too lovey Dovey with me for it to be a boy. It’s a girl”

“Is that an old British superstition?” You ask

“More like my mothers” he chuckles.

“Oh?”

“She would always say when she was pregnant with Tommy and I that she fucking hated my dad throughout the pregnancy, that’s how she knew we were boys. Tommy’s wife was the same way when she was pregnant didn’t want to be anywhere near him”

Your eyes go wide for a moments.

“I didn’t know you have a nephew” you tilt your head. His eyes go away for a moment. Remembering, very clearly remembering something he doesn’t want to. You reach out and touch his face to bring him back to you.

“Had a nephew?” You ask caressing his balaclava

“Had a nephew “ he confirms with a head nod.

“Were there any girls? Did you have a sister?”

“No” he looks back down at your belly.

“She will be the first”

“When it’s a boy your gonna have egg all over that pretty face of yours” you feel your entire body rock and let out a soft gruff of air.

“Ooh he’s kicking” you dip a hand into your side and shift.

“Wanna feel?”

“No” ghost shakes his head and moves to stand up. He never wants to feel your stomach,
he goes out of his way not to touch you unless absolutely necessary and it’s starting to concern you. He won’t even sleep in the same bed as you although based on how many times he’s woken up in the dead of night on your bedroom floor panting and sweating and looking around confused. you can imagine why. You doubt that is related to the baby. You struggle at first but eventually stand up.

“Simon” you follow him around the couch.

“I’m gonna get a shower, have you eaten yet today?”

“Simon” you reach for him but he moves just beyond your grasp.

“And your prenatals have you taken your second dose already the doctor said-“

“Ghost!” You grip his arm and he pause you step in from of him.

His eyes are wide as he looks down at you. You slide your hand down his arm to his own and rip off the glove.

“Feel your child” you say softly and bring his hand up to your stomach he resists tugging against your pull.

“You won’t hurt me” you tell him knowing for a fact that is what he has been so worried about

“You won’t hurt us”

He lets out a deep shaking breath and relents. His warm hand presses against the swell of your belly and his entire body stiffens. His eyes move down to your stomach and he watches his hand rest there. Your small hands on top of his own.

This is his first time every touching your stomach. When the baby kicks he chuckles.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” He asks softly.

“No” you shake yours head

“it kinda feels like the weird bubbling feeling when you need to fart”

“Oh my god” he laughs. You laugh with him.

“That’s what it feels like! I don’t know how else to explain it!”

The baby kicks again and Simon falls silent. He never thought he could create life. He only ever believed it was his job to take it away. Yet again you had proved him wrong. He slowly sinks to his knees in front of you and pulls off his balaclava. You run your fingers through his hair getting rid of the helmet hair that had happened over the course of his mission.

“See not so scary right?” You ask.

“I suppose not” he presses a soft kiss to your stomach then quickly stands up. He clears his through and sways a bit.

“You didn’t answer my question”

“I had breakfast and lunch and I’ve already taken my first dose I need to take my second with food”

“Then after I shower we should get you something to eat”

“Pho?” You smile sweetly at him.

“Your still on your pho kick?”

“I had some for breakfast too” you say that as if you are proud of it.

He shakes his head

“Go ahead and order, I should be out of the shower by the time it gets here”

You squeal happily and waddle over to your phone.

he was right you were fixing both of your bowls of food by the time he comes back out into the living room in sweatpants, just sweat pants. His chest is still slightly slick from a mixture of water and sweat, his hair is wet and a darker shade of blond and his makeup is gone.

Even though you’ve been married and have seen his face on multiple occasions it’s still rare for Ghost to simply walk around without at the very least his balaclava on. You're always thankful for the times you get to see his face. You show him his bowl of food, the broth still steaming.

“Thank you” he says softly grabbing your bowl as well. You follow him to the couch and the pair of you sit down. He notices that something is pulled up on the tv but it’s paused. Clearly You want to show him something.

“What is it “ he asked pointing at the screen.

“Okay so do you remember that anime I showed you a bit ago demon slayer?”

“The one with that…guy you went nuts over the one with the red and Orange hair ”

You giggle softly

“Mmhmm Rengoku”

“Yes I remember” he nods sipping the broth directly from the bowl.

“There’s a movie” you wiggle a bit. “It’s called mugen train”

“Oh joy” he rolls his eyes.

“Hey” , you hit him gently on the chest.

“I waited for you to watch it because you said you liked it”

“And I do like it”

“Well I’m pretty sure Inosuke is in this”

“The boar kid?” He pauses his eating to look at you.

“Mmmhmm” you nod

“Then I’m in”

“Great!”

You hit play. It was a mistake. You realize that rather quickly. The moment that you start to learn rengoku’s back story you start to panic and Ghost can’t figure out why. Your chest is heaving your on the edge of your seat.

“Are you alright?”

“Y-ye-no- …I” you shake your head “please no”

“Robin should we stop?” He asks sitting up to look at you.

“No! I have to finish this!”

When the final fight between rengoku and akaza happens you're practically screaming. Ghost lets you. He doesn’t understand how you get so worked up over shows like this but he’s not going to stop you.

When akaza delivers the punch through Rengoku’s body even ghosts eyes go wide.

“Holy shit” he breathes “he’s not surviving that”

“Shut the fuck up he’s the flame hashira he’ll be fine!”

“There’s a hole in his body Robin”

“No…not rengoku”

Your at the point of tears. He can’t tell if this is how you would normally react or if it’s simply the hormones but your a wreck. When rengoku utters the words

“Set your heart ablaze”

You crumble. Ghost has no idea what to do he simply watches you cry. It’s concerning but if you wanted to stop you could easily turn the movie off.

When the movie is over, You hug him, hide your face in his chest and cry. He lets you. After you calm down he simply says.

“We aren’t naming the baby after him”

“Oh come on!” You shoot up to look at him. “Kyojuro Riley would be a great name!”

“We are not-“

“Rengoku Riley” you offer

“No”

“Tanjiro Riley”

“I hate that even more” he points out.

“I bet you’d be fine with the name Nezuko” you cross your arms.

“Actually I like the name Mitsuri more”

“Is it the tiddies?” You tilt your head to the side.

“Well it certainly isn’t her personality” Ghost chuckles and you playfully hit him.

That night in bed you struggle to get comfortable your turning from one side to the other Ghost is sitting up next to you trying to read but he gets distracted when you shift. You sigh and wince.

“What’s wrong?” He asks

“I can’t get comfortable” you explain “and I have to pee again”

He smiles and gets out of bed helping you up, you waddle to the bathroom and he waits patiently for you to come back out and lay back down. He places a pillow under your stomach and has you brace your back against Him.

“Better?”

“No” you laugh “but it will do” you close your eyes. You wiggle a bit then sigh.

“Read to me?”

“It’s DUNE again” he explains

“I don’t mind” you tell him. He nods. And begins to read. To his shock it doesn’t take you long to fall asleep.

The struggle you're currently having is staying there. You wake up what feels like every hour on the hour and waddle to the bathroom, come back, shift, turn, get comfortable and then go back to sleep. A few times you lay your head on his lap. Other times you move as far away from him as possible complaining about being too hot. And then you cuddle him because you're too cold then too hot again.

The longest you manage to stay asleep is 3 hours. Close to 4 in the morning. Ghost has yet to be able to calm himself to get any sleep, he feels on edge.
He didn’t want to leave the bed but he also knew he should get some sleep and he doesn’t trust himself to do it next to you. He decides he’s going to finish this chapter and then call it a night.

He’s half way through the last page when you grunt loudly, your face shifts and then you're back asleep, he almost thinks nothing of it until he feels something warm and wet beneath the blankets. He looks down. Sets his book aside and lifts the sheets. Between your legs is a large wet spot that is seeping through the sheets.

Your water just broke and you didn’t even notice. His heart begins to pound but he forces himself to keep calm. He walks over to your closet finding the large backpack stuffed with diapers clothes socks beanies and bottles is stored. Right next to it is a car seat. He takes them both out and walk them down stairs to your car where he places them In the back seat. On his way out he grabs the frozen after birth pads he had made for you weeks ago. They go into a cooler and into the back seat as well. He moves to his room and quickly gets dressed and pulls out a shirt, a pair of sweatpants, socks and shoes for you. Laying them out on the dry spot if the bed.

He moves next to you and whispers.

“Robin”

“Mmm” you sigh softly

“Robin” he caresses your cheek, your eyes slowly open. You stare at him confused.

“Hmm” you lick your lips.

“Your water broke” he tells you. Your eyes snap open and wide.

“What?”

“About five minutes ago” he nods “c’mon”

He peels the blankets off of your body and you finally feel the wetness coating your legs.

“Oh shit” you begin to panic. Is it happen? Is it really happening? Holy fuck!

“Holy shit holy shit holy shit” you look down at the wet spot between your legs.

“Calm down let's just get you to the hospital” he tried to reassure you

“Am I supposed to be feeling something? Like contraction? Cause I don’t feel anything” you explain.

“I have no idea” he helps you sit on the edge of the bed. He dries off your legs and then helps you put sweat pants on. Then your shirt and his sweat shirt. He pulls your hair into a pony tail and then helps you stand up. Your legs feel like they might buckle under you at any minute.

As he helps you walk down the stairs the first contraction strikes and you almost hit the floor.

“Oooh” you hold your stomach. Ghost catches you on your way down.

“Have they started?” He asks

You're in too much pain at first to answer but it doesn’t last too long and you can catch your breath after a few seconds.

“Mmhmm” you nod.

“Alright then we need to get moving”

“I’m scared” you tell him as you move down the steps.

“Don’t be. I’m right here with you”

As he gets you into the car and climbs in himself he immediately starts to make a call placing it on speaker phone as he pulls out of the garage.

“Simon” Price answers.

“It’s time” Ghost responds

“Alright I’ll meet you at the hospital ”

“Copy” ghost nods

“How you feeling Robin?” Price asks softly

“I’m okay kinda freaked out” you respond.

“Just remember to breathe you’ll be alright”

“Trust me I’m breathing a lot right-“ you suck in a sharp breath as another contraction hits you. Your back arches slightly and you groan. Oh fuck does that hurt! You feel ghosts hand on your knee as he drives.

“You should probably hurry Simon” price states.

“Going as fast as I can”

“Robin how far apart are those contractions love?”

“I-I don’t know” you says “maybe…20 minutes they only last for a few seconds”

“Oh okay you’ve got time”

“When should we be worried?” You ask

“If they last for more than a minute every five minutes” price sounds like he’s up and moving.

“This sucks” you say as the pain subsides. Price chuckles

“It’s only going to get worse from there” Price laughs

Ten Hours Later

Your walking around the hospital room, the hospital gown drooping over your shoulder. Your hooked up to so many machines that you’ve lost count. Ghost is watching you, walking behind you making sure you don’t fall down. The pain is overwhelming but walking around is helping. Not much but it’s helping. You crane your head back as you knead your fist into your back to try to get rid of some of the pain.

“Mmmmm” you whine as another contraction hits. You double over and Ghost holds you.

“Fuck!” You shout they are progressively getting worse and worse.

“Here” he feeds you ice chips and you chomp on them. Your exhausted from all the pain. You're thirsty and the ice chips are only barely doing anything for that. The nurses urged you to get sleep hours ago but you can’t find a comfortable position to lay in. Everything feels wrong.

“Riley, maybe you should lay down,” Price, who is sitting on a couch in the room with his arms crossed and his head down, offers.

“I can’t lay down, it hurts to lay down.” You explain

“Simon you can help with that” Price offers

“How?” Ghost asks

Price stands up and grabs a plush chair bringing it to the center of the room.

“This will also probably help speed things along” he pants the chair for Simon. He sits down.

“Riley” he calls you over. You walk up to the pair.

“Straddle him” price commands

“Excuse me?” Yiu gasp.

“Oh please!” He gives you a look

“ now you want to act all innocent? straddling him is what got you here in the first place”

“He has a point” Ghost shrugs. You shake your head as Ghost grips your sides and lifts you slightly to place you on his lap. You hug him close and his hands begin to massage your back while his thighs take pressure off your pelvis. You sigh in relief.

“Oh that is better” you lay your head on his shoulder. Price nods and sits back down.

“Your doing well” Simon whispers into your ear. You feel your heart skip a beat. His hands on your back feel like heaven, he moves his knees around in a circle which causes your lower body to do that same. It definitely helps with the pain. Before long you find yourself falling asleep in his grasp.

About an hour later you're woken up yet again. But this time the pain and the pressure have been turned up to ten and you grunt as you roll back into consciousness.

Ghost is laying you down on the hospital bed and there are about 7 people around you all dressed in medical gear.

“Hi Mrs. Riley sorry to wake you dear but your ready to push” the nurse explains.

“Oh shit” you breath as two nurses hold your legs in the proper position. Your body starts to tense and grunt on its own and the overwhelming need to bear down is slowly creeping up on you. Ghost takes your hand and caresses your forehead.

“You can do this” he says softly and you nod panick in your eyes. The feeling gets stronger and your body tenses

“Okay Mrs. Riley, nice to meet you. I am doctor Braun, I’ll be delivering your baby” the doctor is slipping on gloves and adjusting his head light as he sits himself between your legs. Normally you’d feel embarrassed but you're in too much pain and you just want this to be over.

“Looks like baby is ready to come out so in the count of three I need you to give me a real big push, got it?” he looks up at you. And you nod.

“Great” he double checks everything needed and then smiles

“Here we go… 3…2…1…Push!”

“Ahhh” you lurch forward you feel ghosts hand squeeze around yours. The pain is too great, to scary, you want to stop but your body physically will not let you. You look up at Ghost. His eyes are so bright and open and focused solely on you. They’re filled with something you haven’t seen before but your hooked on it. You want to see more of it. His gaze is intense.

“Good good”

You hadn’t even noticed your body had stopped pushing. Your eyes are locked with Ghost, your focus is on Ghost. You can feel the pain but it’s almost as if he’s put you into a hypnotic state where the pain is almost…almost bearable.

“Here we go again, push!” The doctor orders

“Ahhh!” Your body pulls up your muscles tremble.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” You scream out

“ahhhhh!!!” You grit your teeth, you sweat, you can feel your hair sticking to your forehead.

“I can see the head” the doctor says

“Almost there” Ghost breathes out he sounds as terrified as you do but his eyes don’t show it.

“ I’m proud of you” he chuckles

“Aha “ is all you can respond with, you can’t even form words in your mind right now.

“Finish the mission” he tells you and you nod.

“Big push!” The doctor orders and you take a deep breathe brace yourself and push with all your might. Shouting at the top of your lungs. Hoping that this would be what it took to get the baby fully out you were done with this pain.

“I’ve got the head” the doctor says more to the nursing staff that you.

“Push!”

Your eyes squeeze shut and you see stars as you feel like you're crushing Ghost’s hand as you push. There’s a gasp, a shake of your body, silence and then you hear the high pitched crying of a baby.

Tears instantly full your eyes. Your eyes snap open as you look up at Ghost. He’s nodding and You can tell by the thinning of his eyes that he’s smiling.

“Good girl you did it” he tells you.

Soap, Gaz, Rudy, Alejandro, River Amy, Kate and Alcina arrive at the hospital in intervals of twenty minutes. Ghost and Price wait for them all There's a look of shock and worry on their faces as they approach the two men.

“Did something happened to Mrs. Ghost?” Soap asks his voice shaking.

“Is she alright?” Amy questioned

“She’s fine” Price reassures them

None of them even knew you were pregnant. You decided to keep it a secret for several reasons, because you were scared you’d lose it, because you wanted to surprise them. Because letting anyone know before you were ready was dangerous.

“Where is she then?” River asks

“Follow us” Price waved to them, leading them to the Elevator to the fifth floor and through the halls. They don’t need to sign in Price and Ghost had already let the staff know you’d be receiving a great number of guests. Special forces has its perks.

As they enter your hospital room they see you sitting up in bed looking exhausted with a small swaddled baby in your arms.

“What?” Amy gasps covering her mouth. Rivers eyes go wide. Laswell almost screams, Alcina hugs her wife ,Soap is beaming, Gaz is confused Alejandro and Rudy or on the verge of tears.

“Hi” you say softly. You bounce the baby a bit.

“I didn’t know you had it in you LT.” Soap punches Ghost in the chest softly.

“Why didn’t you tell Me?” Amy hugs you then takes your face in her hands, she looks like a concerned mother.

“Are you okay” she sniffles “

“I’m fine, everything went fine” you explain. She looks down at the baby, eyes closed a bunch of skin and newly grown thin hair wrapped in a blanket. Soap moves to the other side of your bed and Ghost lets him stepping out of the way to do so.

“Everyone this is little miss. River Tavish Riley”

River and Soap gasp and look at eachother

“Named after her God Mother and Father” Ghost explains

“God father?” Soap raised an eyebrow

“God father” You nod. Soap backs away a bit looking at you and ghost.

“Why me?” He asks

“We trust you” you explain.

“Why me?” River asks.

“Same reasoning” you state.

River holds a hand to her chest.

“Can …I hold her?”

“After me” soap snatches the baby from your arms.

“Hello little Tavish!” He says pressing his nose to hers and wiggling it.

“This is your uncle Soap” he chuckles and sniffles.

“Oh I’m gonna spoil the hell out of you. All the pretty dresses and bows and I’ll teach you to fight so you can knock out any boy that comes your way” he holds the baby close to his face pressing his nose against hers. She grunts tiny hands, finds the side of his face and tries to grip. He lets out a light laugh.

“Yeah if your mother thought I was protective over her she hasn’t seen anything yet.”

“I can’t believe you two had a baby” Gaz shakes his head

“I can’t believe she looks so much like LT” Soap says

The baby whimpers and whines and Soap panics

“Okay take her back” he gently sets the baby into your arms.

“Oh I forgot the best part” you say excitedly

As the baby blinks her eyes open everyone gathers around and sees one green eye and one eye the same color as yours.

“Oh! It’s like a perfect mix of the two of you!” Rudy shouts.

“It’s called Heterocromia” you explain.

They stay for a few hours gushing over the baby talking about all the things they plan to do with the baby, how they’ll spoil her and give her the very best in the world. Soap doesn’t let anyone hold her while he has her and he had her most of the time he was there. When they leave you finally are able to eat and get some sleep.

When you wake up you see Ghost standing by a window sunlight beams in as he holds the baby in his arms. His gloves are off but his balaclava stays. He runs a thumb over her round cheeks and watches her sleep soundly in his arms. He’s rocking her back and forth and back and forth. You smile at the sight.

“River” he says softly “so tiny” he takes her hand in his Palm and examines it against his thumb.

“I may not have a clue what I’m doing but I’ll do my best” he whispers “and when I trio yo I’m sure your mum will give me a kick in the pants” he sighs shaking his head.

“Holy shit I have a daughter” he says it more to himself than to her. He lifts his balaclava and kisses her cheek softly, she makes happy grunting noises.

“I love you” he whispers “your dad loves you, if there’s one thing you can trust it’s that”

“It took two and a half years of marriage for You to say that to me” you say groggily

“You just met her”

Ghost looks up from the baby at you and walks over to the bed.

“Should I be jealous?”

“Maybe a little” he hands her over. You smile as you hold her to your chest.

“That’s only fair” you nod and place a hand on her back.

You suddenly start to laugh and grips Ghost’s arm. He looks confused as you snort softly and shake your head.

“What?” He asks

“Boy we really took the pretend marriage seriously didn’t we?” You tell him.

“Way too seriously, a kid was not in the contract”

Well your stuck with us so deal with it”

He nods and takes your hand in his.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way”

Chapter Text

You and Ghost were trying to settle a bet that you’d made. One you didn’t think you would ever make in your entire life but once he brought it up you knew you had to test his theory.

Your birthday party seemed like the perfect time. Although you use the word “party” very lightly, more like a get together with your friends spending a night drinking, talking and playing games while binging on the most unhealthy foods.

It was shockingly difficult to get any of them to eat fast food or chips or soda but it was your birthday and they all agreed to cater to your whims.

Amy and River would be there and you were a bit nervous about it because so would Soap. Considering he and Melody decided that they may not be the best fit for each other you were hoping there was no bad blood. From what you heard it was a clean break. Both of them wanted different things in life and they decided that before the relationship got too serious, they would save themselves both the heart ache.

Price, Gaz, Rudy, Alejandro, König, Roach and Laswell would all be there as well and you were excited to see them all let loose and enjoy themselves just a little bit.

Even though it wasn’t an actual party you decided to dress up. Per ghosts request you wore the black dress you’d been in when he got home with you having cooked dinner a few months ago. With one addition a red belt wrapped around your waist. Your hair is down and draped over your shoulder and as you check your hair and make up in the mirror you smile as you look at your shoulder and see your first tattoo healing quite nicely. It’s not sore or swollen anymore. It’s a bite mark, it looks like a zombie bite mark with the infection spreading down your arm. The bite mark belongs to Ghost. You had him bite you as hard as he could in the tattoo shop and the artists used that to create yiur actual tattoo. Personally, you love it. Ghost however is obsessed with it. To him it’s the unlimited sign that you belong to him. And he’s right.
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Ghost didn’t dress up but he did decided to wear something other than sweats or tactical gear. His blue jeans a long sleeve black shirt and a sweater with his balaclava and the hood pulled up.

Soap arrived first because of course he did. He hands you a gift with a smile and you look at it cautiously. Then back up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Is it lingerie?” You ask.

“Of course not Mrs. Ghost” he crosses his arms but there’s a smirk on his face.

“John Soap Mctavish, Is. This. lingerie?” You poke him in the chest and he chuckles holding his hands up.

“It’s not I swear” he shakes his head. You sigh and look him dead in the eye as you open the present. A small box tumbles into your palm whatever is inside, rattles. You give him a suspicious look as you shake the box.

“What is this Soap?”

“Open it and find out”

You groan and open the box. You see three pieces of six sided die, two of them are red and one is black. You look them over. They don’t have numbers on them. Instead they have words you pick up the first and read it. The black one first.

“Gently, slowly,sensually, lovingly, provocatively,and playfully” your eyebrows furrow. Ghost is watching behind you and Soap’s smile is growing bigger and bigger. You pick up one of the red dye.

“Inner thigh, ear lobe, nipples,neck, lips, your choice”

Ghost has caught onto what these dice are now and his eyes sort of light up. You however look more confused.

It’s not until you read the third dye does it click

“Nibble, lick, massage, tickle, suck and kiss”

They’re sex dice. You fix him with a heated glare.

“Happy birthday!” Soap raises his hands.

“You” you hit him in the chest and he backs away “ass”

“What it’s perfect for you two, get rid of all those nerves in the bedroom” he shakes a bit.

“What makes you think either of us have that issue”

He looks at Ghost then you,then back again.

“Mrs. ghost have you seen your husband? Have you talked to him? There’s no way he’s charming your pants off with just his words”

“No he uses his hands” you tilt your head.

“And that doesn’t terrify you?” Soap leans in.

“Oh my god”

Price, Kate and her wife walk in after that and you smile at them.

“Hi!” You move to hug Alcina she embraces you in her arms and you get a deep inhale of her perfume. She always smells so good. You and Kate hug as well and price give you an awkward on arm over the shoulder side by side dad sort of hug.

“Happy birthday” he says handing you a gift.
“I know your a fan of Uhm…anime?” He raises his eyebrow in confusion hoping he got it right.

“Yes” You say excitedly.

“So I got you something from that one anime you liked…uh…killer…demons or what not”

“Demon slayer?” You bounce a bit.

“That’s the one “ he snaps his fingers

“It’s a statue of the big…flaming one with the big ass eyes”

“Rengoku!” You shout excitedly and jump up and down.

“Oh god” ghost rolls his eyes. “Did you have to?”

“What?” Price asks confused.

“She hasn’t shut up about him, it’s getting really annoying hearing her talk so much about a donut”

You stare daggers at your husband and you can tell by his eyes that he’s smiling.

“Take it back”

“Or what?”

“You know what I’ll do” you point at him “take. It. Back.”

“Nah” he walks away.

“The disrespect” you whisper under your breath. Kate and Alcina hand you a gift bag.

“It’s not lingerie is it?” You ask.

“No should we have gotten you lingerie?” Alcina asks

“No” you shake your head.

It’s actually a really pretty necklace. A white gold chain with a sapphire in the center. You love it.

Amy and River arrive shortly after and it appears that there’s no bad blood with her and Soap, in fact she seems rather excited to see him and they even hug. River and Ghost immediately strike up a conversation

You and Price decided to start games and as old as he is, after you explain how to use the controller to him he gets pretty good pretty fast at any game you play.

You still kick his ass at mortal kombat although he gets dangerously close to betting you several times.

König arrives with Gaz they each have a present as well. And finally Alejandro and Rudy along with Roach.

With everyone there the real game can begin. You had to talk Ghost into this but after some convincing he decided it was your birthday and he couldn’t say no to you. You cackle as you walk through the house everyone is drinking enjoying pizza playing video games. Ghost has his eye on you as you walk into the kitchen and grab a large glass jar full of folded up pieces of paper from the top of the fridge and set it down on the kitchen table.

You clap your hands and they all turn to look at you.

“Now that your all here, may the real game begin”

“What are you talking about Riley?” Price asks stepping towards you.

“Who here has played among us?” You ask.

To your shock everyone raises their hand. You look around, they all have their hands raised, more importantly everyone has done the one requirement you asked of them, Alcina as always is wearing an white white dress with a large black rose. Kate is wearing a cyan button up, Soap is wearing a brown camouflage shirt, Price a gray sweatshirt. König a dark blue jacket, Alejandro a green shirt, Rudy a purple vest on top of a lavender button up, Roach is wearing a dark green camouflage shirt, Amy and River wear pink and yellow dresses. Ghost is in black.

“Perfect well, welcome to a real life game of among us”

“What?” River chuckles. You set a bell down next to the jar.

“In this jar you will find notes that tell you what your job in this game will be, in our rooms Ghost and I have set up tasks for you all to finish. And while you are finishing them whoever picks imposter has to try and kill the crew mates”

They’re all silent and then smile.

“I’m in” they all say. And you giggle and smile and clap. One by one they each choose a role, you have no way of knowing who the imposter is and that makes it so much more fun. You get crew . You look at the others trying to tell who got what but each of them had a solid poker face.

“We all ready?” You ask and they nod.

“Great go”

They all move to different areas of your house checking the rooms before they enter it reminds you of watching each of them sweep a location. They’re all vigilant acting cautiously as they enter each room. In your bedroom you find one of your puzzles. You simply had to clean up the trash inside of you room. Discarded cups paper plates candy wrappers.

Price is busying himself with connecting colored ribbons of string with their appropriately colored nails. Laswell and Alcina are in Ghost’s office transferring files onto an empty hard drive.

You stand up as you move to throw your trash in the trashcan.

“Flash” you hear behind you and you smile as you turn to say Thunder but feel a toy knife at your throat. It drags across. Your eyes go wide and you drop to the ground. You look up and see Simon standing over you, he knees down and chuckles.

“Thought I taught you better ” he stands up and leaves the room. You smile. That son of a bitch! It takes a few minutes and Alejandro enters your room, his eyes go wide and he rushes down the stairs and you hear the bell ring. He’s called a meeting to report your body. You stand up, you're out, you can’t talk
Everyone convines around the table

“I found Riley in the upstairs master bedroom near the vents” Alejandro explains

“Where was everyone else?” price asks

“I was in the office with alcina” Kate explains

“I was in the bathroom” König states

“I was in garage” Ghost chimes in and you try not to shoot him a look as he leans back in his chair.

“I was in the second bedroom” Roach signs

“The one right next to the room Riley was found in?” Ghost asks.

“Yes but I was doing my task”Roach defends

“Was anyone else upstairs?” Price asks

“I was in the kitchen” Rudy shrugs

“And me and Gaz were in the living room” Alejandro states “we only went up stairs to find more tasks”

“So Roach was the only one upstairs at the time?” Ghost points out

“Seems like it”Laswell nods

“What?” Roach signs

“Vote?” Price asks.

Everyone agrees

“Those for Roach” price raises his hand so does everyone else.

“Oh come on!” He signs

“Against?”

Amy and River raise their hands.

“Sorry Roach your out”

He crosses his arms and then shows his peace of paper. It says

“Crew”

“So it wasn’t Roach…?” Price rubs his chin and looks at his team. Unsure of which one was lying to him.

Everyone breaks away again to complete the puzzles leaving you and Roach alone at the table. He looks at you and signs

“It’s Simon isn’t it?”

You nod. You both chuckle. You don’t really hear anything for a while, not until König runs for the bell but before he can reach it Ghost grabs him by the color of his shirt and drives the fake knife into his back he hits the ground. Ghost slowly sits down at the table and drops the toy knife.

“I win”

“No fucking way you killed all of them!” You stand up and yell at him.

“Bleeding bastard snuck up on all of us” Soap says coming out of one of the rooms. You cross your arms and look at him as he unfolds his paper with the bright red words.

“Imposter” on it . He’s smiling up at you with his eyes.

“It was actually really impressive” Amy states rubbing her neck.

“Didn’t even hear him” Alcina nods

“He’s good at that” you roll your eyes.

You play five more games. Price wins his game as the imposter, Rudy loses his, as does Alejandro. Alcina wins her round and Roach wins his: they were dangerously good at this but you would imagine it’s because of their military training though you're unsure of Alcina's excuse.

After the game you all sit around your kitchen table laughing and drinking you are some what drunk not completely wasted but you certainly are feeling the alcohol. Soap is in the same boat, alcina Is drunk she’s slurring her words. Mostly everyone is simply letting loose. Telling stories and jokes.

You're sitting on Ghost’s lap because everyone else is taking up your chairs and the spares you have but that’s okay you like sitting on his lap.

“I’m sorry” you chuckle leaning over clutching your stomach

“He made you do what now?” You ask

“Scrub the toilets with my tooth brush” soap explains “I had to buy a new one”

“For fucking what?” Amy asks

“Get this” soap holds up his hand

“all I did was call him pretty boy Simon”

“Oh see that’s where you fucked up” you point out.

“He fucking hates compliments” you state

“I do not hate them” Ghost defends

“Oh no?” You ask.

“In the right context” he shrugs “he’s not the right context”

“Some would beg to differ” Soap wiggles his eyebrows

“What like my sister?” Amy asks and Soap’s jaw drops

“That’s a low blow”

“I can go lower” she challenges playfully

“That’s nothing when Rudolfo joined los vaqueros he-“

“Oh god please don’t!” Rudy stood and tried to cover Alejandro’s mouth. But the colonel fought against it.

“On his first solo mission” he moves his head around his hand

“Alejandro don’t!” Rudy begged

“He pissed himself”

“Ahhh” Rudy hides his face and you laugh so hard you feel like you’ll burst

“Oh really your laughing Mrs. stay on the phone with me I’m scared?” Ghost asks

“I am the acceptation I am not military I am not trained for these situations”

“Still she didn’t piss herself” Soap pointed out.

“We don’t know that” Ghost defended

“I didn’t” you shoot him a look.

“Wait so I’m confused why did you and my sister break up she was very vague” Amy begins

“Oh” soap shrugs

“we just realized it wouldn’t work we wanted different things, I’m not the type of man she wants, she’s not the type of woman I want” he explains

“So what is your type of woman then?” River asks curiously

“I don’t know…” he thinks for a moment

“Maybe someone that won’t just leave, someone dependable when times get hard. Someone I don’t have to worry to much about keeping them safe, who understands what I do, who knows the job has to come first.” He thinks for a long moment

“Someone who can turn it all off” he points to his head.

“So….Reader” Roach signed then pointed to you. Soaps eyes go wide

“What mate?”

“Everything you just described, describes her”

“Well a woman like her maybe” he shrugs. You look back and Ghost who gives you a knowing look.

Before you can even ask the question Alcina does

“If she hadn’t married Ghost would you have gone after Reader?”

“Uhm…I can’t imagine where we would have met outside of her marrying LT” soap explains

“But if you did” you lean forward

“I worked at a coffee shop before I married Ghost, so let’s say you err getting a cup of coffee, would you have hit on me”

Soap looks extremely nervous.

“Okay this was a fun conversation” he holds his hands up and you chuckle

“That’s an answer whether you like it or not” Gaz points out

“Me refusing to answer is not an answer” soap states

Ghost squeezes your thigh. You squeeze his hand.

“That’s not a win” you whisper to him.

“It’s sounds like a win” he rests his head on your shoulder.

After the party everyone leaves in batches , soap is the only person that stays behind and helps clean up.

“I’m going to go take a shower” Ghost says, it’s a code. He’s not actually going to take a shower and you know it but he hugs you all the same. When it’s just you and soap in the room you turn to him.

“Thanks for helping” you take the paper plates from him the discard them. Then the cups. You clean off the knives used to cut the pizza and glasses used to take the shots.

“No problem” he smiles at you. You feel and tenseness between you two. You’d always seen soap as an older brother type but thinking about what Ghost said. That Soap may have a crush on you. It was making your mind wonder and you couldn’t help the nervous knot you felt in your stomach. Ghost bet that soap would try to sleep with you, you bet against it. Time to see which one of you was right.

“So…you never answered the question” You state wiping your hands on a dinner cloth.

“Cause that question doesn't need answering” Soap explains crossing his arms.

“So your saying you would have hit on me if I wasn’t married to Ghost”

“That is not what I am saying” he states.

“What am I not your type?” Yiu ask

“No! No” he shakes his head “you are exactly my type”

“So you would have?”

“Why does it matter so much?”

You approach him.

“Curiosity” you shrug. Soap inhales and exhales slowly looking down at you.

“Is that why you buy me lingerie?” You ask

He doesn’t respond

“Do you imagine me in the lingerie?”

He licks his lips and looks around for Ghost.

“Mrs-“

“How else would you know what fit me unless you imagined it?” You tilt your head to the side.

“Okay” he sighs

“okay yes I imagine you in the lingerie but- don’t say anything to Ghost… he’d kill me”

You smile.

“Do you have a crush on me soap?” You ask.

“N-no” his cheeks flush red.

“That was almost believable” You tell him. You step forward and touch his chest softly he lets out a shaking breath.

“Oh my god look at you!” You say shocked that he could come that undone

“ all I did is touch your chest”

“Mrs. Ghost maybe I should leave” he says his voice barely above a whisper

“Wait” You take and take the die out of you pocket

“Show me how to use these first”

Soap sighs nervously

“You roll them and do as they say” he tells you nervously

“Like this?” You ask rolling them onto the table.

“Slowly, kiss, neck”

The pair of you look at the die.

“Yes” soap nods and you lean up slowly, he sees you but he doesn’t stop you, you gently, slowly kiss his neck, you feel his tremble beneath the feeling.

“Is that how I do it?” You ask so innocently it makes Soap want to groan. He feels his cock twitch in his pants.

“Yes” his voice is a whisper. You gather the dye and hand them to him.

“So then it would be your turn”

“I don’t-“

“ I need a thorough explanation” your voice is deep and soft and seductive on purpose. He squeezes his eyes shut.

“Okay”

He tosses the die

“Sensually, lick, inner thigh”

His eyes go wide. You chuckle. Then back away from him to sit on the table. Lifting the skirt of your dress. He looks down and sees the flesh of your thigh and almost like a man possessed he drops to his knees before them gripping a calf in each hand You gasp as you look down at him with lidded eyes. You hadn’t found soap very attractive until this moment until seeing him between your thighs looking at you with such an intense heated gaze that it almost steals your breaths away.

Damn it Ghost won.

His eyes are examining your thighs as if in a trance he has to break himself out of.

“Wait…wait…no…your married to my lieutenant…I can’t”

“Your lieutenant?” You raise an eye brow.

“Yes Ghost” he points out.

“Are you saying you don’t want to?” You ask

“No..that’s no what I’m saying”

“Then do it MacTavish”

Soap jumps at hearing Ghosts voice. Simon leans against a wall In the nearby hallway watching.

“LT. Sir I-“

“You have a job to do Johnny so do it” Ghost says softly.

“Sir?”

“I believe you need to lick her inner thigh gently?”

“I-“

So Ghost wins. You grip soaps hair and pull him. Down to your inner thigh. Ghosts eyes light up at this move.

“Okay” he relents, his tongue slowly snakes out and licks along your upper thigh and you sigh while looking down at him. Soap groans as he bites your inner thigh making you moan and squirm his eyes slowly close and he grabs you around the waist. Pulling you toward him. It didn’t take much pushing once he got permission his mouth explored you.

He nibbles on your thighs, moving from one to the other, before his mouth closes down on your clothed pussy. You gasp.

“My turn” Ghost approaches the table and grabs the die, he rolls them.

“Lovingly, suck, nipples”

“Don’t mind if I do” he chuckles and pulls your dress down. You look up at him.

“I told you” he says softly, he dips his head and his tongue circles your nipples, your back arches as his mouth closes around your nipple, with soap sucking on you through Your panties and Ghost’s mouth on your breasts, your sort of going stupid unable to think. You can feel both Soap’s mouth and your cunt, drenching your underwear. You grip the back of Ghost’s head.

“Okay you win” you breath to him.

“I usually do” he breaks away and kisses your lips. He snakes a hand down your body to your core, where he finds your underwear.

“Have a treat Johnny” Ghost breathes against your lips. He pulls your underwear to the side

Soap looks up at the two of you finally understanding the situation and a devilish look comes over his eyes.

“Don’t mind if I Do Lt” his tongue is met with the bare lips of your pussy. You both gasp your back arches as he crashes his mouth down on it, his tongue sinking into you.

“Holy shit” you lift your head to look at soap as he watches, both you and Simon his mouth covering your mound.

“Look at that” Ghost grips your neck softly and you gasp

“He likes it”

Soap groaned and circles his tongue around your clit. Your toes curl

“Feel good?” Ghosts asks you.

“Mmmhmm” you nod.

“Good I would hate for my Sargent to disappoint”

“Never have never will” soap sinks a finger into you and watches in amazement as you coat his finger in sweet juices.

“She’s so wet” he explains

“Ah” you moan and your head falls back. Soap curls his finger inside of you and his mouth returns to your pussy but his rogue focuses on your clit. He’s working you very close to madness.

“Shit” you let out. Ghost stands up and watches. He watches you and he watches soap.

“No” he finally says, approaching the Sargent and gripping him by the neck.

“Slow circles around her clit” he orders “very slow”

When you feel sparks of pleasure you let out a loud moan and fall back on the table

“There you go Johnny like that. She likes that”

“Thank you LT” soap breaths against your cunt.

Ghost reapproaches you unzipping his pants and pulling his hard cock out. He runs it against your lips bsck and forth you can feel the pre spreading across your lips and you look into those deep eyes.

“Open” he orders. You smile and part your lips. Ghost cock dives into you mouth he turns your head to the side and reaches the back of your throat.

“Fuck” he groans softly, he slowly thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth groaning with each thrust. Gripping you by the hair and the neck. You feel an orgasm winding in your lower stomach, making you thrust into Soap’s mouth and he dives his finger inside of you over and over again slowly at first but as his licking and groans get more furious so do the thrust of his fingers.

You try to look down at him but you can't, you can only moan against Ghost’s dick.

“She’s close Lt” Soap says pumping his finger faster

“Is she now?” Ghost asks amused gripoing your face.

“You gonna cum?” He questions and you nod

“All over my sergeant's face? Like a whore” Ghost gently slaps your face. Soap moans at that watching how much more You clench around his finger.

“Mmhm mmhmm” You mains out.

“Then do it” Soap places his mouth back on you. Ghost grips soaps Mohawks and forces the man to look at him.

“And you’ll catch all her cum in your mouth won’t you Johnny?”

“Yes LT” soap nods furiously, working his tongue more desperately he wants to feel you cum against his tongue. Shit it’s so much sonfast. Ghost fucks in and out of your mouth.

Your orgasm strikes with a dull roll of your hips. It's good but it’s not mind blowing, just enough as you roll your hips into Soap’s mouth. He drinks it all up with exaggerated slurps and pulls of his mouth. You groan and go limp for a few minutes. When soap pulls away he looks up at Ghost. Soaps cock is rock hard, it’s painful

“C-can…” he looks nervous as he stands up. Ghost's Cock is still deep in your mouth as he looks at his Sargent.

“Ghost can I fuck her” he looks down at you wet pussy, breasts exposed a cock in your throat.

Ghost chuckles as he dives deep into your throat making you gag and groan your body lurch.

“I don’t know Johnny… can you fuck her?” He asks

He hesitates for a moment.

“Yes…”

“Then fuck her”

Ghost carasses your cheek

“Did you hear that. Soap is gonna fuck you is that what you want”

You nod quickly your eyes shooting down at him.

“Bleeding Christ” Soap quickly unbuckles his pants; he can't get them off quick enough.

“Spread your legs for him” Ghost pats your thighs and they fall open.

“And you” he points to Soap

“Give me a good show aye?”

Soap pulls his cock out thick and long rock hard with a red tip that was crying precum.

“She likes it rough” ghost warns and soap nods, Ghost groans and grips your hair.

“Fuck good girl open your throat” he orders and you relax a bit as you deep throat him. He slips to the back of your throat with ease.

“Yes fuck yes” he moans

Soaps Cock twitches as he watches Ghost throw his head back in bliss and he can see the bulge in your throat. Both of you are turning him on more than he ever thought possible. He never thought he’d actually get to ever see ghosts dick and to see it lodged in your throat. It was bliss.

Soap runs the head of his cock through your wet folds and you grind back against him.

“She’s so warm” Soap whispers before he thrusts in. He only makes it half way.

“Shit” his brows furrow. You moan and wrap your legs around soaps waist,

“Shit shit” he moans with each thrust it takes to get him fully sheathed within you.

“She’s…so tucking tight” soap moans drooling to hover over you.

“It’s almost Criminal” Ghost agrees he’s fully aware of how good you feel wrapped around a hard throbbing aching cocky. He pulls your hair pulling you off his cock, your moans finally able to escape.

“Her moans…. fuck” soap can’t help but to roll his hips against you, earning more moans.

“Do you see? I told you. Do you see what you do to him” Ghost taunts

Soap starts to thrust

“I..believe you” you say between breaths

He’s not as big as Simon, But he’s still big. He hits all the right points when you look down at him.

“You sound so pretty Mrs. ghost… and you feel Devine

“Johnny” you groan and lift up to kiss him pulling his shirt off his body and running your hands over his chest. A few scars slim but muscular, thin waisted. you dig your nails into his hips you raise your own to meet his thrusts. Your fucking him back. His jaw drops as you do so and he presses his forehead into you. You squeeze your thighs to get him deeper, harder it makes your eyes roll. You kiss him, locking your lips with his as you thrust back against him.

You both groan into each others mouths fucking eachother ravenously, Ghost watches a smile in his eyes until he could tell Soap was reaching his limit. He lays you back down and thrusts harder and faster

“Fuck” you shake.

“There’s only one rule in this house.” Ghost warns Soap.

“She comes first”

“She comes first, she comes first” soap repeated with each thrust.

Ghost grips your chin and forces you to look at him.

“Look at you, you look so pretty getting fucked liked this”

“Ah ah ah” you moan tightening your legs around soap.

“Shit fuck” he moans leaning his head back.

Ghost gently slaps your face

“So pretty “ he slaps you again. Soap sees this and groans

“Your hitting her so hard” he states

“she likes it” Ghost explains “see”

He slaps you again and your just at the cusp of orgasm.

“Shit!” Soap thrusts into you faster pushing you over the edge to your orgasm but his as well. He cums deep inside of your pulsing pussy, groaning and moaning the entire way. Soap grinds deep into you hiding his face in your neck as he does so. He ruts against you like a mad man until he’s spent and he pulls out. You feel his warm cum drip out of you. You're in the afterglow when you feel ghosts slip inside you.

“Wait” You can barely say

Ghost begins pounding into you relentlessly not giving your sensitive pussy a single moment to rest, which causes you to scream
He holds you In Place as he fucks you stupid. So hard so fast the sergeant's eyes go wide. He watches your face carefully and he's amazed. Ghost is fucking you hard and deep he can see the bulge.

Ghost grips your neck and squeezes fucking into you so hard the table is rocking back and forth and moving. You look like you're in heaven and Soap smiles caressing your hair.

“You look so pretty taking cock Mrs: Ghost”

“Is Lt’s Cock that good?” He asks.

“So fucking good! So fucking good! So- Ah!”

“Fuck Mrs. Ghost” soap can feel his cock getting hard again.

“,call me by my name” you instruct him.

Soap says your name softly

“Fuck she gonna cum” Ghost states

“She's tightening up like crazy”

Soap says your name again

“You look amazing taking LTs Cock like that your such a good girl” Soap kisses your cheek

“Fuck fuck fuck” you moan falling back into Soaps arms as Ghost fucks you beyond reason.

“Fuck gonna cum” Ghost groans

“Your pussy is too good for us, it’s so good”
Soap states

You let out a high pitched whine as an orgasm rocks your body. Ghost thrusting you through it, your hips rock up and down. Soap kisses you hard and fast through it as it ends you feel Ghost cum as well. Filing you with that wonderful warmth.

“Ah ah!” You grind against him.

With both Ghost and soap spent you only slightly conscious, they looked at eachother

“Can you get some warm towels?”
Ghost asks.

“Oh!” Soap jumped up “Yeah sure ”

While he was gone Ghost picked you up and carried you to your bedroom
Where he placed you down on The bed. He lays down next to you as Soap comes back with several wet towels they clean you up wiping the cum away.

Ghost pulls you to his chest and cuddles you. Soap watches,unsure of what to do. You reach up and pull him down behind you. He wraps a hand around your waist, his face pressed against your back. He holds you close

You hid your face in Ghost’s chest and hold Soap’s hand around your waist between these two men. You’ve never felt more safe in your entire life.