12/13/2023 0 Comments Konig backbone 18![]() Then the captain looked at you and Ghost. Take second watch, decide who goes first between you,” Price ordered, and the two men nodded amicably. You looked away, the sight of him alone enough to bring your furious blood to a boil. From across the fire, Ghost caught your gaze. Soap grumbled, mumbling something incoherent in his Scottish tongue. “They won’t get away from us this time,” he said, voice low, careful not to disturb the sleeping wildlife that hid in the trees. It was as if you were all a bunch of Scouts, camping out in the wilderness, ready for some spooky ghost story, and you were not in fact all mercenaries, trained soldiers, on a mission to either capture or kill Russian Ultranationalists. Once dusk had claimed its duty over the sky, Price called you all together. Wordlessly, you assisted Gaz in setting up his tent. Carding your fingers through your hair, you tied it out of the way, letting the sweat on the back of your neck cool. You caught his vicious stare from across the clearing and rolled your upper lip in revulsion, whipping away from him. You fired back with just as much rancour, disgusted up-and-down sneers crossing your face when he entered a room, and intentionally shoving into him with your shoulder when passing him in the corridors.īut was it worth it to see the hateful narrowing of his eyes from beyond the abyss of his mask? Abso-fucking-lutely. So, you dished it back just as badly as he gave. As if you had led the charge, as if you had fired an echo-locating shot, as if your flat-footed incompetence had ruined everything. But Ghost, for some reason, wanted to blame you – specifically you. They were out of the warehouse before you could bust down the corrugated steel garage door. The Russians knew your squad was coming, a single camera left unchecked tracking your every movement. It wasn’t your fault the mission went awry. Poisonous glares and venomous quips spat at you whenever he could as if he were purposefully going out of his way to piss you off. But the masked soldier ignored his comrade, whether out of fatigue or disinterest, you didn’t know.Įver since the last mission, he had an issue with you. The drawl of his accent and happy voice, however, was not unwelcome, rather, you were glad to hear it. The Scotsman, somehow, even after all that arduous walking, had the energy to speak full sentences. Ghost worked silently as Soap tried to engage in conversation. He heaved, helping you to unfurl your tent. Even Gaz struggled, perhaps the most fit of you all, his bronze skin glistening gold under the final streaks of sunlight. The unpacking was slow, dehydration and exhaustion slogging through your bodies. ![]() “Get your tents up, lads,” Price called, letting his boulder of a bag thud in the dirt. Gaz’ hand shot out and he snickered softly, catching onto the backstrap to stop you from crashing flat on your face in front of your whole squadron. You almost fell over once you reached the top, the insurmountable weight of your rucksack almost toppling you. The rest of 1-4-1 clambered up the last incline, feet gravel to be on level ground. ![]() He used the soft fabric to wipe down his face. ![]() “We stop here,” Price said, breathless, taking his boonie hat from his head, his wavy hairline rolling with rivers of sweat. A large open space of flattened dirt and sparse grass, the towering evergreens providing enough aerial cover so that a wandering halo wouldn’t spot your encampment. No one spoke, everyone pushed to the brink of exhaustion. Thankfully, the sun had set and so the relentless beat of its rays was no longer searing against the crown of your head. The mountain trail was perilously steep, dusty boots slipping in the dry earth, hiking for hours upon hours rendering you completely exhausted and ready to collapse. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 159,534 Chapters: 27/31 Comments: 266 Kudos: 1,573 Bookmarks: 177 Hits: 49,783Ĭhapter Text Chapter 22 - No Resolution Ghost x Reader
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