The Ghost of Task Force 141 [Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader]

Blood Atop Fresh Snow

You dodged around trees, Soap and Ghost hot on your heels as you went around. Pine trees, still holding their needles, whizzed past, as you continued running. Your thighs screamed as your cheeks and nose went numb. Your fingertips, despite being clothed by gloves, were frozen and shaking. 

You flipped your head back, glancing between Soap and Ghost. Soap's brows are furrowed as his own breath steams through the air. Ghost is entirely focused, eyes pinned to a spot in front of him. 

You turn back, noticing a large fallen over pine tree. Perfect for cover. 

You kept up your pace, racing towards the tree, before hoisting yourself over it, landing with a soft thud onto the snow. You resumed your position, crouched with your arm poised as Ghost and Soap made their way over, landing next to you. 

The tree itself was slightly propped up, just enough for someone to squeeze under it on one side, but not the other. 

Shouts came closer as the padding of feet through the snow broke through the night. 

You tucked yourself under the side of the tree that was slightly lifted, aiming your sniper. Through your scope you saw several armed men approaching, coming in droves as they searched for the three of you. 

You steadied the small scope, inhaling, and then exhaling. 

As your breath left your lungs you pulled the trigger, it darted through the air, taking one of the soldiers with it. They flopped over, discarding their gun as a pool of blood stained the pure white snow. 

Frantic yells ensued, thick with Russian accents, but were immediately cut off as Ghost and Soap peaked over the tree and aimed their own guns. Bodies dropped, as you picked them off, bullets ringing in the air, as shots hit the pine tree, some digging into the snow near you. 

Your eyes go wide as the steady thrumming of helicopter blades overhead quickly approaching your position grab your attention. You shuffle out for under the pine tree, eyes trained to the sky. In the distance, just shy of your six, you see a helo steadily flying, fairly close to the ground. 

"Shit, they're in the air as well," Soap mumbled, finishing off another soldier. 

Your earpiece crackles as Prices voice booms over the speaker. 

"Anyone call an evac?", he chuckles. 

"Price!", you exclaim, your shoulders drop a bit, as some tension is soothed. You now had a chance of getting out of there without sustaining heavy injuries. 

Through the comm you can hear Price shifting, as he responds, "Seems you've missed me."

Ghost grunted, slightly amused by the sentence as he squatted back down from his firing position above the pine tree. 

"They're starting to advance," he relayed as Soap too, crouched down beside you. 

You look back and forth to the two of them, before glancing at the helicopter. "What are we waiting for?"

Soap raised an eyebrow, making eye contact with you, before sliding his attention over to the new soldiers rapidly advancing beyond the bodies of the fallen, boots crunching as they went. Soap sighed, the exhale coming out as steam through the brisk air. 

"I'll cover our flank, get going," Ghost commanded, springing up from his position, and turning back towards the enemy forces. 

You wasted no time plowing through the snow, quickly making your way through, occasionally looking back at Ghost. Your gun was clutched in your hand as your lungs continued to burn, adrenaline pounding through your veins.