Specter's Redemption |Ghost x Reader|

Missed Opportunity

As the plane touched down in Las Almas, Ghost and (y/n) exchanged a quick glance, their eyes filled with unresolved tension. Ghost couldn't shake off his frustration with Specter's commanding demeanor.

"Next time, try not to give orders like you're the only one in charge," The words slipped out.

Specter's jaw clenched, her gaze narrowing in response to his remark.

"I'm sorry, did you say something, Lieutenant?"(y/n) stepped up to him, her voice firm and eyes ablaze.

The intensity of their confrontation didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the team as they disembarked from the plane.

Gaz nodded in their direction, a knowing smirk forming on his face.

"I think he likes her," Price confirmed, observing their standoff.

Soap chimed in, brandishing a knife in a playful gesture. "Yeah, yeah, shouldn't we separate them, though? Remember when (y/n) and Graves had a standoff like that, and she stabbed him?"

Price nodded, realizing the need to intervene.

"Our ride is here." Price pointed. Price and Gaz returned to the planes to begin unloading.

"Alejandro." Soap reached out his hand.

"Sergeant MacTavish." Alejandro shook his hand.

Soap winced at the sound of his name. "Call me Soap."

Alejandro nodded before turning his attention to (y/n) and nodding at her. The twinkle in his eyes made (y/n) smile under her mask. Alejandro was one of three people who had known her whereabouts after she had faked her death.

"Lieutenant," Alejandro turned towards Ghost, "Laswell says they call you Ghost."

"Actually, I believe he prefers to be," Soap coughed.

"That'll do," Ghost cut in, side-eyeing Soap.

"Welcome to the 'city of souls'," Alejandro exclaimed, clapping his hands enthusiastically. He then gestured for the trio to follow him towards a line of jeeps, ready to embark on their mission in Las Almas.

As (y/n) maneuvered herself into the jeep, she squeezed between Ghost and Soap, their proximity intensifying the already simmering tension. Annoyed, she let out a low growl under her breath, purposefully spreading her legs wider, subtly encroaching on Ghost's personal space. Reacting to the provocation, Ghost released a heavy sigh and pressed his leg against hers, engaging in their silent standoff. The confined space of the jeep amplifies the unspoken clash between them, each refusing to back down. (y/n) let out a shaky breath, holding her biker helmet close to her chest. She had a feeling that she was going to need it. Alejandro climbed into the driver's seat, chucking as he noticed the tension between (y/n) and Ghost.

The car ride was quiet, to begin with, as Ghost and Soap took in the scenery of a new country.

"Never been to Mexico," Soap hummed.

"This isn't Mexico." (Y/n) stated bluntly. She had been to Las Almas before, years ago, as a Shadow.

"This is Las Almas." Alejandro nodded, a mix of familiarity and realization crossing his face as he looked at (y/n). It was good to see her again, but he couldn't help but notice the change in her demeanor. This was different (y/n) he had known six years ago. She carried herself with a newfound authority, no longer subservient to Shepherd's commands. It was a reassuring sight, a sign that she had taken control of her own path.

"¿Por qué no estás en el cielo mi hermana? (Why aren't you in the sky, my sister?)." Rodolfo, known as Rudy, finally spoke, breaking the silence in the jeep. The two had exchanged looks when she got into the jeep, but nothing more.