Goodbyes Aren't Forever. (Ghostxftm!reader)

Uncomfortable

Being the smallest, I was sat in the middle. I argued with Alejandro in Spanish, protesting that I didn't know them and didn't want to be in the middle of them.
He waved a hand, dismissing me.
I huffed, pouting.
"Do you two know spanish?"
Rudy asked.
"Nope."
Soap was looking out the window.
"You will."
"Four men on white truck. All armed.
Soap pointed out.
Ghost immediately clutched his rifle that was between his legs.
I quickly grabbed his arm.
"That's normal around here, señor."
(Sir)
"Where's the police?"
Soap looked at Alejandro.
Alejandro turned.
"Guns on the street is jurisdiction of the police."
Ghost stared at my hand. I realized I had not pulled it away.
"Lo siento."
(Sorry)
I whispered to him, pulling my hand away.
He seemed to ease up when I pulled away.
I was suddenly hyper aware of how much I was touching the two men. Our thighs touched. Both of them having a lot of muscle in their thighs.
They were fully muscle. Brick fucking walls.
Our shoulders touched too. My shoulder span was smaller than theirs. It was probably because I was born a female. I was just smaller in general. My body didn't take muscle like theirs did, and it made me jealous.
I had completely spaced out on the conversation.
"Kids guns and balloons... that's a new one."
Soap was staring at the window, shifting slightly to look behind us.
"Narcos use kindness to win over the people."
Alejandro was staring straight forward.
"Even the children?"
"Especially the children."
Rudy slowed down the car beside two dead bodies covered with sheets on them. Along the sheets there were many things written on them.
I had become way too familiar with seeing bodies on the street.
"Messages from El Sin Nombre. Warnings. Marking territory."
Alejandro stared at the bodies like it was normal.
"Who's Sin Nombre?"
Ghost's deep voice slightly startled me. I hadn't gotten use to him yet.
"El Sin Nombre."
Alejandro corrected.
"The nameless."
"Leader of the Las Almas cartel"
Rudy finished for Alejandro.
"Where can we find him?"
Soap stared at the back of Alejandro's head, wanting a straight answer. Sadly there wasn't one.
"You can't. No one knows where he is or who he is."
There was a small pause.
"With your mask, you will fit right in, Ghost."
Rudy said without thinking much.
"Hola fácil."
(Hey, easy.)
Alejandro quickly spoke.
Ghost didn't respond. He seemed to be the quiet type.
They made a turn, avoiding the barricade of military men going through some cars.
"They are hiding Hassan in the village across the river. Let's hope he's still there..."

We were there after a pit stop for cigarettes and cigars.
Alejandro lit one, putting it in his mouth.
"¿quiero uno y/n?"
"No."
I wasn't one to smoke. Mostly vaping. I thought they tasted gross, which made Alejandro and my other comrades call me a pussy. Not much of a insult because I have one, but I pretend to be offended.

A/N
I tried to make everything up until here as close to the real story as possible, but after this it will be just me😋