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

Blood Atop Fresh Snow

The meeting came and went, and without hesitation, the three of you, along with Price, were sent to scope out the location of the safehouse. 

Rather than the helo, it was decided that the safer option would be to drive. Still not having fully recovered from the ordeal of last night, you were slightly sluggish. Luckily, you wouldn't have to be doing much right away. 

You were sat in yet another Jeep. This one though, was a Russian brand, in order to more easily blend in. 

Price sat in the driver's seat, with Soap next to him. He had argued with Ghost about who got shotgun, and had promptly sat in the seat before Ghost, resulting in a glaring contest. Ghost eventually relented, once Price had scolded the two of them. 

After a few hours of riding in the Jeep, you eventually came to a stop. 

You opened your door, closing it behind you as you stepped out, plopping onto the snow, still fresh from last nights' layer. 

Your prodded over to the front of the Jeep, scoping out the area. The Jeep was positioned off a ledge near the location given, hidden away and out of sight. You scanned the area, quickly spotting two structures. The safehouse was a barn, with a farmhouse to go with it. Faded red paint was clinging to the wooden walls of the barn. If you hadn't been led to it, you wouldn't have even realized anyone was still using it. Holes littered the barn, and it looked as though it would blow over at any point during the coming Winter. 

You folded your arms as Price came and stood next to you, tucking his hand behind one of his pouches on his vest. 

All four of you had been given special winter gear, specifically made to make it easier to hide within the snow. Your guns had been decorated with camouflage as well, masking them under the frozen sheets. 

"Well, this is certainly... Something."

Price chuckled, as he gave you a glance before laying his gaze back on the barn. "Sure is."

Soap leaned onto the hood of the Jeep next to you, with Ghost by his side. 

You smiled a bit, as you looked at the four of you. "Interesting family gathering this is, hm?" You chuckled, as you elbowed Soap a bit. 

He laughed, elbowing you back as the two of you made eye contact. "We're an interesting family!" his accent was thick as he responded. 

Price shook his head, a smile gracing his face as his eyes wrinkled at the sides. His mustache upturned with his features, as he softly chuckled. 

Ghost stayed silent, simply basking in the moment. 

You smiled, practically from ear to ear. Times like these made you relieved to have been put on a team like 141. Even though a lot of you were currently missing. Gaz, Alejandro, Rodolfo, and others, all still back on American soil. 

The moment passed as Laswell's voice crackled over the speaker to your earpiece. "This is Watcher-1, what do you see?"

Price squeezed the side of his radio, as he tilted his head down to respond to Laswell. "An old barn, complete with a house. Our intel is in either one."

After a beat of silence Laswell responded, "You're clear to advance on its position, both are clear of civilians. You have execute authority."

Price looked to the three of you, and you nodded to him, confirming you understood the order. 

Soap pushed off of the hood of the Jeep and pulled his gun from behind his back. You did the same, positioning your gun in front of you

Soap and Price went ahead, as you had been paired with Ghost. 

You took a step to follow up behind Soap when Ghosts' hand grabbed your shoulder. Your eyes darted up to his, as your heartbeat quickly sped up. It had been a while since you had been alone with Ghost. 

His eyes bored into you, his expression was tense, that you could tell despite only his eyes. 

"Stay behind me," His tone was serious, commanding. 

You nodded, slightly furrowing your brows, confused. His arm squeezed your shoulder before it dropped back to his side, and he turned to flank Price and Soap. 

You watched as his gun slid up to rest in the nook of his shoulder before you quickly padded after him, sliding up beside him. 

The heavy feeling in your chest only began to get heavier the closer you approached. 

Your gloves gripped the casing, your knuckles piercing the top of your skin, undoubtedly leaving white traces onto your flesh. 

The four of you split up, Soap and Price checking out the farmhouse while you and Ghost cleared the barn. 

As you approached, you made minimal noise, as your ears strained to pick up any sounds. 

Nothing. 

You and Ghost came upon one of the back entrances to the barn, as he took to the other side of the door and crouched, beckoning for you to closer. 

He slid the door open, and you flicked your night vision goggles down, and went inside, gun poised and eyes wide as you searched your surroundings. 

You crept around, sticking to the wall. 

The barn was filled with typical farm things, rakes, tools and several hatches in the bottom. 

You paused, glancing back to the hatch at the bottom of the floor. No barn you had ever been in contained those, much less so many of them. Clearly there was something more to the barn. You looked over to Ghost and gestured to it. He nodded, before motioning to the rest of the space. 

The air was musky, filled with dust and a stale stench. 

You and Ghost padded through the area, checking any nook and cranny. Nothing, absolutely nothing. 

The hairs on the back of your neck rose as a shiver went down your spine. Your heartbeat kicked up as a flash of adrenaline went through your body. 

Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.