Goodbyes Aren't Forever. (Ghostxftm!reader)

The Power of Grief

I gripped the letter in my hand, the paper that had a ting of yellow starting to appear on it crumbling slightly. It was five years old now. Five whole years.
I looked up at the mirror in front of my bed. There I was.
I questioned everything.
Questioning was all I could do.
Was he still alive? If he was, would he still love me? Let alone recognize me?
My hair that had once been to my waist was shaggy and poorly done. (I did it myself)
My body was bigger. I had gained a lot of muscle, but I was still 5'6 which was quite sad.
My chest had two scars along my pecks. I remember the day I took my bandages off. I was a new person.
A new man.
Suddenly my alarm clock went off.
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
It had got me out of my day dreaming. I hit the button on the top, throwing the letter down on my nightstand beside the annoying alarm clock, opening my closet and grabbing out my uniform...

I turned off my car engine, getting out swiftly and slamming the door. The car wasn't nice in the slightest so why care?
My gear slightly making a noise as I walked. I hated how uncomfortable my uniform was with all the gear.
I wore black baggy jeans and a black compression shirt under my bullet proof vest with stuff like emergency glow sticks and a radio. On my belt was a pistol and even more shit that I need on me at all times.
I pushed in the code for the back door since I didn't feel like talking to the front desk lady. I walked in, going through the halls I knew way too well. Sooner or later I was in the mess hall. I spotted Rudy and Alejandro sitting at a table with some other men.
"Buenos días"
(Good morning)
I greeted, standing behind Rudy.
Rudy turned, looking up at me.
"Hello hermano. You ready for today?"
(Brother)
"What's today?"
I raised my eyebrows, unsure of what he was talking about.
"You should get your brain checked. Do you not remember we got two of those 141 men coming here?"
Alejandro stood up.
He was quite a bit taller than me and that always annoyed me. I seemed to always be the shortest.
"Ah.. right. I forgot."
Rudy stood up without me even knowing.
"We should get going. We don't want to be late."
"Acordado."
(Agreed)
Alejandro agreed quickly.
We made our way outside together, talking about random things as we went.
"¿Ya tienes novia y/n?"
(Got a girlfriend yet?)
Alejandro asked, a teasing smirk on his face.
"No estoy interesado en tener citas en este momento."
(not interested in dating right now.)
I answered with a shrug, my hands gripping the sides of my vest as we walked.
"Eso o no eres simpático."
(That or you're not likeable)
Alejandro let out a small laugh.
"Oh dejalo, Alejandro"
(Oh quit it)
Rudy said, trying to hold back a smile.
I rolled my eyes.
"Hermano. You haven't dated anyone since you got here."
Alejandro leaned against one of the armored cars.
"Yes I have. I just don't talk about it."
"Oh I see... who?"
"It doesn't matter. It didn't work out."
I shrugged. I had tried dating after Simon but nothing clicked like we did..
I heard the engine of a jet nearing.
I was preparing myself to have to talk to new people that I didn't want to even know.

Sooner or later, the jet opened, two men walking out. One had a horribly cut mohawk with a dorky smile on his face and the other was in all black, his face covered by a skull mask.
"Opuestos polares"
(Polar opposites)
I muttered, watching then step onto the ground.
Alejandro was already greeting them.
"Welcome. Nice to see you two made it safely."
Alejandro said with a smile, walking beside them over to me and Rudy.
"I've never been to Mexico."
Mohawk man clearly spoke without thinking or maybe he is that dumb.
He had a Scottish accent, along with slight American accent.
"Maldito tonto."
(Fucking dumbass)
I muttered under my breath, making Rudy nudge me with his elbow.
"This isn't México.."
Alejandro gave Mohawk guy the side eye.
"This is Las Almas."
He gestured a little as he talked.
"Shepherd's contractors are bringing in hardware to reinforce. They will need room."
The man in the skull mask got straight to the point.
His deep voice screamed British all over, just like mine.
My accent had dropped slightly since I moved here but it was still there.
"My base is your base."
The three now stood in front of me and Rudy.
"Right hermanos?"
(Brothers/siblings)
"Sí."
Rudy said with a small smile. I stayed quiet.
"Heard they call you Ghost?"
Rudy inferred, wanting to know.
"Actually he prefers—"
"That'll do."
Ghost cut off mohawk man.
"And MacTavish?"
"Call me Soap."
"Will do."
"Where's Hassan?"
Ghost didn't seem to be one for small talk.
"Ten clicks from here. Safe-house."
I said before Alejandro could answer.
Ghost looked me up and down.
"Didn't know there would be a third."
Soap spoke up.
"He was added last minute."
Alejandro answered for me.
"¿Por eso no sabía nada de esto?"
(So that's why he didn't know about this?")
Rudy raised an eyebrow.
"le dije. simplemente no lo recordaba."
(I told him he just didn't remember)
Alejandro shrugged.
"Estoy aquí."
(I'm right here)
I said, rolling my eyes.
Soap and Ghost listened like they could understand us.
"As y/n said, he is ten clicks from here. Get in."
Alejandro jumped into the passenger seat, Rudy walking around to the drivers seat.
I opened the door to the back seat and a problem was staring right at me.
Well shit.