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

Blood Atop Fresh Snow

Bullets grazed the side of it as Ghost made his way into the cabin. 

Your head thunked against the back of the wall as you exhaled, your eyes fluttering shut for a few moments. Your arm reached up as you slid off your night vision goggles. 

Price immediately began pulling up the ladder, tucking it back into it's rightful spot inside the cabin and securing it. He then made his way over to Ghost, plopping down beside him. 

Soap had seated himself next to you, with Ghost and Price on the same side, just across from the two of you. 

You swiveled your head back, quickly grabbing a set of headphones for Ghost, Soap, and yourself. You tossed Ghost his and handed Soap his headphones. Swiftly, you slid yours on, as soon the blades of the helo became muffled. 

After a few quick adjustments to the mic, you spoke, "Saved us there, Price."

He nodded, making eye contact with you, his expression was serious. "So, care to explain what happened out there? Me 'n Laswell were pretty concerned from the cryptic message you sent. Good thing I insisted on going over to check it out."

Your eyes slid over to Soap, before you made eye contact with Price once more. Your brows furrowed down, etching lines onto your face. "Our informant was almost killed. Poisoned, actually. A waitress tried to. We brought her back to the safehouse. Must've had a tracking device on her."

Price stayed silent for several moments. His jaw was clenched, "So you got sloppy?", his eyebrow raised. 

"Sir-"

"We did. More so I," Ghost piped up, expression sliding over to Price, locking eyes with him as Price turned. 

Price sighed, shutting his eyes. "Something's going on. Laswell got some more information. I assume you all did as well."

"The waitress squeaked. Got a location, as well. A safehouse, South 90 clicks from the cottage," Ghost continued. 

"Shepherd, that bastard..." Soap scoffed, clutching his gun tighter in his hands. 

Your eyes slinked over to the falling snow outside, already covering the events that had transpired tonight. Your shut your eyes, as the cold air whipped your face, flushing any exposed features. Your fingers were still numb, as a dull ache in your legs began to set it, numbed by the cold. 

The duffel bag still slung around your shoulders had been tucked off to the side, out of the way of your back so you could sit more comfortably. A heaviness now settled onto your chest, as a bad feeling nibbled its' way into your spine. 

The helo made its way back to the base, smoothly without any bumps other than the initial few grazes with the bullets during extraction. 

As it touched down, your unstrapped yourself from the confines of the seat, and stood up, settling the duffel bag into its spot, as you brought you gun up to rest on your chest, held up solely by your right arm. You slid off your headphones, placing them onto the rack next to a few others. 

You hopped down out of the cabin as the blades began to slow their spin, your feet gracing the asphalt. The yellow lines bordering the pad as well as the 'H' at the middle of the platform slid into view as you turned your head up. 

"Get some rest. We'll debrief in the morning," Price yelled over the helicopter blades. 

You nodded, giving a quick salute before excusing yourself, leaving the helo platform, with Soap right on your heels. 

He clapped his hand onto your back, and you turned to look at him. He gave you a slight smile, a bit reassuring. His hand dropped back to his side, as the two of you walked to your quarters. Ghost trailed behind, menacingly following as per usual.