Adrenaline High Pt5.

Adrenaline High pt5.

I hope everyone is doing OK and having a good day! Sorry about the long time stretch between this update and the last one. I've been busy with school,sports and work but now my schedule is clearing up abit so expect some more frequent updates, possibly daily ones. :)

Warnings: foul language,mentions of anxiety,and angst(duh)

The journey back to the base practically sucked any possible conjunctions of energy left out of your body due to the adrenaline wearing off. Leaving you with an aching body and heavy feeling eyes. Grumbling as you shuffled behind Soap and Alejandro as they spoke you could feel Ghosts rumbling steps behind you and Gaz,as well as Rudy. Who seemed to be jumpy at Ghosts mere presence. Anyone would really,but that's the thing. You weren't,and you where sure as hell weren't going to be any time soon. All you saw in Ghost was that he was just like the boogeyman. Something that hid in the dark and shadows. And you weren't scared of the dark.

After the processing of Talking to Price and him reporting to Laswell you felt yourself practically drag your now dazed mind to your room and you blindly grabbing sweats and black tank top as well a change of boxers. Kicking off your boots with a groan as you stepped away from the pile of blankets and a mattress ontop of a cot that you called a bed before utterly turning the corner harshly and slamming into someone's chest.. looking up as you scampered as few steps back you where only swiftly looking up to meet a pair of hard blue eyes baring down on your own gaze.

"Your bleeding"

Scoffing you then gave a mumbled apology and went to shove past the hulking figure.

"Your Bleeding."

A bit harsher this time.

"I'll be fine."

And again you went to push past..and again you where denied.

"Ghost I promise you I will be fine now let me fucking past"

He seemed to try and puff himself up more,to appear..intimidating?

Shooting a glare at him as choked out sound of aggravation found its way into your voice as you again when to shove past him,this time budging him a bit..but only to be shoved back harder by him.

"Go to medbay Hound. Now."

"Unlike your mere beliefs of my name leading me to be a fucking lap dog, I am not Ghost. Now let me fucking past or so help me-"

"Or what soldier?"

Letting out a hiss through your teeth you felt your nerves reach their last end with this man as you harshly shoved past him,letting out a hard voice as you spoke.

"Don't fucking try to care when you dont."

And as the bathroom door went to swing shut you swore you heard a whisper from him.. pleading almost,'I do'

Standing there as the hot water steamed and stung your skin was not helping with the strangled feeling you felt as you practically clawed at you skin at the dried blood on your body,groaning at the feeling of the now apparent cut over your eye burning as it was washed out by the water and soap trinkling out if your scalp.

And you found that some of the blood from the gun fight from earlier wasn't coming off...

Causing you to panic and scrub even harder..and harder... and harder.

Before soon you felt like you couldn't breathe as the mere thought of the blood forever staining your hands scared you..

You couldn't breathe..

You let out a strangled noise as you leaned against the wall,the cold wall greeting your back almost greedily as you slammed your eyes shut and forced air into your lungs..

In...

Out..

In...out..

In......

Out.

And with that you immediately turned to water off and got yourself dressed and dried off in silence. No thoughts to yourself..your eye had stopped bleeding..and you weren't taking a trip to med bay at this time of the night. You couldn't shake the feeling,that manic drowning feeling..and so,you took yourself and your wallowing thought to your room and with that you flopped weakily onto your bed and entangled yourself with the blankets..and as you drifted off into drained sleep...you swore you could make out a Ghost mask at your door...

'Adrenaline high' pt4.

I didn't expect this to blow up so quickly! Thank you to everyone who keeps coming back for each new chapter and the new readers. I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter :)

Warning:foul language, mentions of violence and gun fire.

The time had flew by..faster then you'd have liked it. But bitterly you accepted the passing days by training or planning with the team. Only small moments did you find yourself time to just relax. And yet here you where,with the pounding of the helicopters winds spinning in the air and the rain pounding against the metal frame of it. Your hands gripping your gun harshly as you stared out of the open sides of the metal stomach,gripping it a bit to hard,was it nervousness? No,it wasn't nerves nor was it calamity burning itself into your mind. But it was because of how fucking close Simon Riley was to you as a whole throughout the passing days. Every corner you turned he was there,or everytime you turned around he was there..like a fucking Ghost.

You held back a scoff at the comment..oh the irony.

Grinding your teeth as you stared ahead,you could basically feel his eyes baring holes in the back of your skull, which lead to an uncomfortable shift in your position and how pissed it made you..no frustrated. And it frustrated you even more as to why you couldn't figure out why he frustrated you.

Many moments followed with your nerves just being raised higher and higher in your deep thoughts before they where bitterly snapped by a voice,Soaps voice calling out to you..

"Hound, snap out of it and let's go." He seemed rushed almost..afraid? No,just rushed as you followed him out of the planes metal stomach,crouching low to avoid the hammering blades of the helicopter and to hide amongst the forest and its high grass. And then you began to move alongside Soap,watching his signals to you as you followed them.. which was basically him telling you to stay next him while Ghost and Alejandro took the rear..and soon you found yourselves in the concert jungle of what looked to be a Ghost town. And as you went on..you where Thankful for the rain as it muffled out any silence gun shots or take downs needed as well as the night concealing you four as you weaved like snakes through the dark. And you noticed how concentrated everyone was. Even you,no snide remarks from you or Alejandro..no jokes from Ghost or Soap. Just silence and the rain as it pelted down...that is...until a voice rang out into the open comms of your ear pieces.. Price.

"Remember,the only thing you are here to do is to cover the bottom floor so Hound can make their way up and blow the building to the ground..And one Last thing...if it's large and moves..shoot it down." And with that..silence once more.. as you all approached the coordinated destination..and the adrenaline soared in your body as your gripped your gun...here we go..

The wind was knocked out of your body as your where slammed into the wall of the second floor room...the one you where in at the moment trying to get the explosive device to get all set up... your back throbbed as well as your shoulder. Snapping back into reality you ducked just in time to avoid a knife swipe to the head as your hand found its way to your pistol and within a moment a hard bang echoed a ring into your ears and splattered blood all onto your forearms and face..your body shuddered at the feeling of it striking your skin..

And then within a moment you where back down onto the ground...and then you heard a click..success.. you grabbed your gun and went to bolt but once you twisted to your left..the feeling of a bullet whisking past you had you rolling behind a book shelf and covering yourself and returning fire of two guns against one in this fight right now...blindly you looked around before your gaze found a thing of gasoline..without thinking twice you reached up to your comms and yelled with a shake to your voice as you continued to return Fire. Watching a body drop in the hallway... "Get the hell out of here NOW!IM BLOWING THIS DAMNED PLACE IN MINUS 45 SECONDS,GO NOW!" And with the harsh scowl you ignored the shouting replies and protests before you whipped around the corner of the book shelf,throwing the unlided gallon of gasoline blindly before shooting a few more shots..watching the last body in your sight drop as you pulled out a lighter and threw it..before utterly breaking out in a sprint and smashing yourself through the window..just for you mid air body to be limply thrown from the impact of the mixture of flame. Gasoline. And a bomb. You hit the ground a couple yards away harshly with a thud as the air in your body left it..sending you to be gasping and feeling as though you had severe white lash as your vision swam. Stumbling to your feet your limply gripped your gun and as you took a strangled step forward you felt a hand grip around your waist and begin to practically drag you with them as they ran feverishly..and you went to blow a bullet into their brain but caught sight of a Ghost mask in your blurry vision...and within moments of being dragged by Ghost you found your bearings and began to utterly fly through the forest,your feet striking the dirt and puddled mud ground as you glance behind you,dodging gun fire to see basically the other other running at the same pace..and then you saw the helicopter..and with one last desperate lepa you jumped into it and reached out and grabbed Soap before pulling him in after you..Alejandro flying past soap and into the wall of the helicopter..was soon followed by Ghost practically leaping over the two of you as the helicopter took flight..and soon..as you found yourself in the air,and the Adrenaline wearing you nudged Soaps body off yours. Taking the signal he gave a quick thanks and scampered off to somewhere out of your visions view as you stare at the flaked blood and dirt on your forarm..then the feeling of being stared at returned..and with a sickening turn you held your gaze with Ghost..and watched as his expression go from surprised. To relief..to utter and complete pleasure.. he was enjoying this little game..this little damn game oh his..

Im literally sobbing right now, like I'm literally crying as Tumblr just glitched and just deleted a whole two days' worth (32 hours to be exact) of me writing out drafts and getting the ones for this fict in progress to be posted tomorrow and tonight. Great. Awsome. Everything is just Awesome.

'Pompeii ' pt3

Warnings: mentions of ptsd,war, and angst

Yeah, so just like the konig one, this is only to get one more part due to the fact that I wanted this to be a more so bitter sweet and cut to the chase type fic. But don't worry the longer ones are on their way

The blinding lights that seemed like the heavens gates opened up and beamed down onto your eye, utterly filling it with blurred circles and twos of everything. And then a snarl erupted from your lips at the blurred faces above you as you lunged upward with an impeccable view of the adrenaline swimming through you to fight at whoever was blurred in your vision until a harsh grip held your shoulders and utterly pinned you still back down against the beds groaning metal frame and mattress that seemed to drowning you. Everything burned. Everything rang. Everything was buzzing.

You were..

Alive?

Your focus then snapped back into reality, almost like a whiplash, and then everything went...quiet. So utterly quiet...the calm before a storm it seemed.

And then you saw a pair of blue eyes boring down into your own.

"Simon?"

It's been months and months of hunting down the rest of the cartel. And months and months more of rehabilitation due to your undying stubborness to stick with 141 even with a knurled face and one eye. And Ghost...no.. Simon was there every step of the way. You made it out of there barely alive, and they said, with a broken rib and almost a snapped spine... lucky they said. Lucky. But..it didn't take away your ability to shoot.. or even utterly be even perhaps a better soldier It seemed. Gave you an edge. And made you like a rapid dog with the wrong things.

And that just happened.

Price was smoking a cigar and got too close to you and then your blind spot, and once the smell hit you..

All you saw was the room filled with dirt and the smell of blood as you recoiled and swung yourself frantically in pain in the chair. Your vocal cords raw and pain stricken your eye tumbled to the floor and all you felt was excruciating pain and your face was pinned..and the smell of Burning flesh filled your nostrils as a cigar was all that was your other eye saw before it snapped shut as you reared around mad with pain..

it was too late for Simon, who was sitting right next to the two of you... and he watched as your pupil dilated and your scarred side of your face that now reveled quite the sight of some of your side teeth, including your lower jaw and upper,canines,gums,and tongue as well, and traveled up to the now empty and healed hole of an eye socket... roll into a snarl, more so your teeth baring as you twisted at Price and the white of your eye showed pure utter horror as strangled noise came out of you. Followed by a noise of a stool clattering the floor, Price yelling and the noise of a loud thud. You had whammed him right in his face, and Simon had almost ran out of his chair while the others checked on Price, and you practically reared out of your chair, panting harshly as you hit the tiled floor with a thud and Backed up like a spooked animal would frantically against the drawers of the kitchen. Your eyes were wide and horrored as you realized what you had just done. And then you saw the look in Prices' eyes change from being practically gobsmacked to a soft sorry look as he realized what had just happened.

Tears pricked your eyes as the images just utterly fluttered through your skull, and all you saw was Ghost veer into your vision.

And then he looked over his shoulder before snapping back to you as you spoke,

"Fuck! Price I'm sorry....I'm so sorry"

And then Price, as he was getting up, spoke, as he left the room, practically and evidently going to the infirmary to get it checked out with the knowledge that you had drawn blood,

"Easy kid, you didn't. There's nothing wrong, I should've known to stay away from ya on that side let alone with a cigar."

And with that He was gone.

And so was everyone else.

Just you and Simon.

And then, you felt yourself unable to even breathe, and as a harsh pant filled you lungs with gasps, a harsh hand gripped your chin to look him in his eyes. Your eye wincing as it struggled to focus on just one eye or let alone anything else in the room.

"Easy there, hey,Hey! Just look at me. I know you can still see my eyes through the mask. Focus there. You're fine. Your ok. I got you now. I got you."

And with a choked sound, you utterly just hugged the man, and you both sat there as you cried into his shoulder, and your breath returned..and you two sat there long after you had stopped crying, with you sniffling and him just sitting there holding you as he lowly whispered small words of encouragement and kindness? All you felt was the rumble of his chest as he spoke..his breath..his heartbeat

And slowly, by the steady and strong beat of the man that held you, you had been lulled to sleep.. and you found yourself with the best sleep you've had for months after the incident.

This is my first official fic writing that I've released,and yes this is probably going to be a continuous one and if you have any requests please do send me or leave em somewhere. :) again enjoy it and do let me know if there is anything you'd like to see me write

Warning:contains: foul language

'Adrenaline High'

-ghost×male reader

Soap winced partially as the heat beat down on him, he could imagine what ghost felt with that damned mask on at the moment with the way the heat was going. Sweltering the entire team to be in a pretty cranked mood, despite soaps attempts to make it any sort of light hearted as they waited for the new recruit to get off the now landing helicopter...

The way the cold air of helicopters wings blew onto you did only so much to reap the hot air of the environment around you from twinning your mood just a bit. Your gear was simple. It was always simple. You always never knew when you'd need to move or run. So you kept it simple with just cargo military pants with knee guards strapped onto your knees,the regulated combat boots, a tight black long sleeved under shirt and a vest with a bullet proof vest sewn into it. As well as a few sheaths on your body that where either hidden in your boots or somewhere on your body that held knives as well two holsters on your hips that also hooked onto your held two pistols and your sniper was strewn on your back by its strap. You felt the helo shutter as it approached the ground and once it got close enough You unhooked yourself and slid off,your head held low as to not catch it on the blades before you where able to stand up fully. The heat of the sweltering sun beat Down on you as you approached the group ahead, your eyes narrowing in on Price. Captain Price. You then shifted your focus to the rest, your eyes barely grazing them,even the one with a mask.. Ghost. You where cut off of your thoughts before they even began when you watched Price begin to approach, his movements loose and almost welcoming, which most definitely mirrored your more so stiff and alerted body language. "So this is the 'Hound' huh? He looks like a pip squeak" Alejandro spoke almost with a small laugh as he smiles like a dog baring his teeth, watching as you and Price walked side by side. Seemingly talking as he motioned to the group and your gaze following. Then.. soap chimed in, "turns out he's been in the game as long as L.t has..and he's known for his utter brutal nature on the battle field.. Pipsqueak my ass.." muttering the last half out loud to himself as the steps of the two now approaching got louder and louder as their boots crumbled on the gravel below them.

Ghost watched, the heat causing him to shudder a breath as he watched the so called 'Hound' step off the helo and walk alongside Price. Listening in on Alejandro's and Soap's conversation causes him to narrow his eyes as he watched the newbie walk. Studying him. And watched as he approached with the same intent of a hard Stare right back at ghost. That was...until he heard what Price said next..

"Alrighty boys, you know em as 'Hound' and that's what'll go by til' they want anything different. They've been caught up to speed and will acting as another hand in this team. We bunker down for the night and then tomorrow morning we set out for the task at hand that's been on in our hands for a bit now. Taking down the cartel running the streets in the nearby villages that's somehow trickling weapons to places they shouldn't be.. Ghost. You and Hound'll be our main horse power tomorrow."

"Fucking hell.."

"Gotta be Fucking shitting me."

The two then stared at eachother as they spoke in unsion at Prices comment. You shot a look at Ghost which earned a small glare from him as the atmosphere around you two visibly became strained..

This is going to be one hell of a ride.....

'Pompeii ' pt2.

Warnings:foul language, implications of ptsd,depictions of warfare and gore.

Hey, so as you see from the warnings alone, this is going to be a darker fic. As said before, this won't be a romtically centered one, and will be placed mostly in flashbacks and warfare.

All you remembered from the night before stripped a Groan from your lungs as you shifted in the bed to your alarm, straining an alarm beeping into your face. Sitting up, you lazily hit the alarm and checked the time. You then threw your legs over the edge and let them dangle as your eyes ached before you rubbed them harshly. Aching. You felt a headache coming.

Hissing through your teeth, you dragged yourself out of the bed. More so a cot with a thin sheet. As you made your way through the dark and cold floor to your door and slid it shut all the way, hearing no sound come from anything else around you before flicking your light on. And then you did the routine of getting ready swiftly.... before you heard movement buzz alive around you. Fuck. Swiftly tugging on your pants and socks, you muttered lowly as you soon got yourself put together..and then the rush of the routine as blurred as you threw on deodorant and almost ran to the bathroom and scrubbed you teeth and face with cold water before you now found yourself finally tying your boots and outside in their little area of the base before where price had told you the night before the meet them. And well... least to say watching them all March in right after the other made you purse your lips precisely on why you hated moving team to team. The issues of acceptance and how long it took for yours and their presence to be normal to one another in any aspect.. and one by one, did you meet them. But all you caught were the names. Soap, Alejandro,Gaz....and Ghost. You peered at the masked man before huffing through your nose as Price had 'closed' the meeting, and that's when you noticed the Shadows had arrived.. and then everyone dispersed, but two gazes. The one they called Ghost and yours. And with one final stance, stare, and breath, you had turned your back and revised the singer words you had caught as you had spaced out during the verifying of introductions. But had caught the entirely of the mission.

Looks like you were in for a dog fight.

The small boy whimpered as he had scraped his elbow on a rock harshly after being flung into the ground by a group of larger boys, stronger boys. Meaner. And he watched as they all reached for him as his back twitched in their vices... and all he could do was run. His little feet strike the dirt ground as he cries out for his ma..his pa..or his dog as he raced for his home,as the others gave chase.. his elbow hurt, his face ached from the punch he had taken to it that had definitely made him lose a tooth as his cheeks felt clammy and his face swollen, and so he ran, as fast as he could.

You never knew that someone's little mistake would wind up here now. You heaved a breath as you watched with a darkened, exhausted stare at the men around you as they sneered at your bondaged state. Tied to a chair that was against the wall, a hard concrete wall that made your bones ache against the rough wood of the chair. Your legs ached... and so did your arms as you were sure circulation had been cut off from them from the tightness of the rope alone, let alone the force you had been yanking at them with.

Inhaling harshly in the smoke filled air, you let out a rasp as you decided to fetch down memory lane to think about how you got here.

Oh yes, that's right. You were sniping, covering the men, a shadow was supposed to ...SUPPOSED TO.. Watch your flank. Turns out they did not .. and caused you to take a butt of a gun to your head. And here you were...for the gods know how many days or weeks or even hours... all you knew was that your body ached... your face dried and sticky with blood... and your left eye laying on the floor a few feet from you. You remembered being injected with something... that made you feel... funny. very funny. funny to the point that you were so out of it to the point where you didn't even realize what was happening until you had lurched forward and spat in the man's face....and with that a blade appeared and had hooked your upper lip and tore a good amount of skin off...and your eye being practically clawed out.. you felt the dull ache remind you of the screams that had left your mouth from it moments after.... shuddering from the ache of shitless job of bandaging your face, let alone stopping the bleeding they had done...to keep you around longer, for the information you still held from them....they said...as they burned your fresh wound with liquor and cigars..the smell of Burning flesh and metal that rest still in your nostrils caused you to gag. And then watched as they watched you... waiting for you to crack...hawking... waiting for their leader to come back.

You've been through your fair share of being around for quite some time of tortures, you're prefer water boarding over your eye being plucked out of your face and it being burned any day of the week to say in this situation.

Least to say the fact that your body felt sluggish and hard to breathe.. and cold..so cold... was not a good sign..and then the knodding out happened. And you were awoken with a large.. and loud..boom. One that practically shook the building and caused dusting of the ceiling to dribble down..and before you knew it forgein languages where being shouted in your ears ..and you where untied,pinned to the point where you couldn't even move your body with the fact of being shot..retied and dragged to your feet,and with that your body sagged and limped to keep up with what was happening around you until you realized what was happening..a recuse. Sneering at the man dragging you practically, you felt yourself sag and then stumble forward before you pretend to fall forward, which, in fact, you almost just passed out at the moment..the pain overbeared your senses and lead to explosions ringing your ears and gun fire sparking your adrenaline alive...you where alive alright...just barely at this point.. panting as your chewt ached with the definite prominent of a bruised rib ...you quickly caught the glimpse of glass..in the sand..a sharp shard..gripping it in your hands, you felt yourself being yanked back up from the sand you had grazed and dusted your skin with...and the with a harking yell you had been shoved forward..in front of the man and then pinned...held there with a gun to your head... this was it... you managed to make out in your blurred vision was familiar structures..soaps bald sides...prices hat. Alejnadros voice ...Graves yelling and Ghosts yells as they fired their guns and yelled for something..for you..

Glancing up at them, you mustered the most sorry look you could give them before grabbing the sharf of glass you had just hidden and twisting and stabbing right in the shoulder area near the neck,the jugular. And then, with a reflection of a reflex, the gun went off right next to your ear,causing you to rear backward and with that you took the now scrambling and gurgling fortune with you tumbling down debris and sand and dirt..and bodies ..and with a loud thump you had connected to a large piece of stone...more so your back...your ears rung...and you felt something trickle out of them...and you realized you could only hear muffled...wincing you attempted to get up only for your body to give out and limply lay there. You panted and watched the man you had brought down with you dead..and with that you had realized who it was....Hassan.. letting out a small huff, you felt the air leaving your body..and with one last glance around you felt the area around you rumble as watched as debris fell around the two of you...and then you felt your eye roll to the back of your head as everything had went black with a loud boom being the last thing your heard...

The boy had found himself hiding underneath a thick brush backing away frantically from the clawing hands of the older boys who had whooped him over nothing but a rock being kicked at one's shoes on accident. And here he was, crying and backing away from the reaching hands of them. Before a bark was heard and a gun shot... a warning shot..and with a 6 scrambled out the brush and toward his dog and his pa... he was safe...as the others ran off..and off to home he was carried as his father cooed to him with how brave he was..and how his dog stayed near them...

And the next thing you knew. .a bark and a wet nose where what you were being greeted with..your mangled side of your face now pressed into the dirt,your bandage now slipped off and resting as a border between the filth and the filth it was already in.

"HES OVER HERE"

Feeling your heart sink as you heard footsteps approach, you struggled to get up.. but found yourself unable to breathe properly, gasp more like it as a thick amount of a sheet of fallen debris was directly on your back and rib area...

And with that, you groaned and began to panic before a familiar Ghost mask came into view that had said something to the dog...something...you couldn't breathe...

And then, with that, Soaps face came into view as he coaxed your now shaking figure as the others now where pushing this thing off of you...until you felt the weight lift off and a harsh breath knock you into a spasm as it refused to enter your body..

"Fuck, Price he's going into Shock! We found hassans body, and now we got our boy, and he needs medical now!"

"Choppers inbound Soap get some air into him!"

And with the blazing sound of a chopper in your ears, all you heard was a harsh British voice and a rough smack to your back,

"Breath"

And with that air entered you lungs causing you to inhale and exhale lowly with a groan as your body rocked in and out of eachothers consciousness of your mind. And with a Grunt, you had been lifted and carried limply to the chopper onky for the last thing for you to see for the time being was a Ghost mask...and your cold body shuddering against his warm one as the medics rushed to him and you and practically yanked you out of the warmth yoru body needed.. and with that,once the oxygen mask was upon your face,you had collapses underneath the darkness in your eye lids...

Into the cold..dark waters of the dark and what it held for you...