Goodbyes Aren't Forever. (Ghostxftm!reader)

Left Behind

"Where is my lieutenant?!"
Alejandro practically yelled at Ghost as they were on the helicopter back.
They were already more than halfway back. Alejandro was upset that they had left without him.
"He already left."
He responded quickly.
Truth was, he had no clue. That was his best guess. After he left y/n in the tree he never saw him again.
"Captain!"
Alejandro called.
"Did you send anyone else?
"No?"
Price yelled back, the loudness of the helicopter made it so Price couldn't hear them from the passenger seat of the helicopter.
Alejandro stood up suddenly. He seemed to be in full panic.
"Go back now!"
He demanded, his voice harsh as if he was talking to a disorderly recruit.
Price looked over at Gaz who was operating the helicopter.
"I want us to drop in. We need to get to him."
Alejandro was pulled back into his seat by Rudy.
"Calm down. We both know he won't talk."
"I don't care about him talking or not!"
He hissed, pulling out of Rudy's grip and attempting to stand up again but suddenly the helicopter turned around, forcing him to sit.
Gaz was never very good with helicopters, so why they choose Gaz to drive was unknown to all of them.
"I need back up at enemy base 9."
Price said into his radio.
"We will do a full raid on the base."
He said to the three men in the back.
"We were already planning to do it tomorrow."
Price settled himself, lighting a cigar.
Alejandro seemed to calm down slightly.
"Make sure they hurry."
Alejandro said harshly.

The first coherent thought in my head was what happened?
The throbbing of my head was next, then the feeling of ropes burning my skin.
I opened my aching eyes, my vision blurry.
"Look at that. He's awake."
A woman said.
I blinked a couple of times, trying to get my eyes to focus. The first thing I saw was a woman sitting on a table I front of me. Next, the lack of gear I was wearing.
I was left in my dark grey jeans and long sleeve compression shirt.
My gear was on the table behind the woman.
"You were only out for ten minutes. Normally people are out longer. You got a lot of will, kiddo."
The woman had short red hair, freckles along her cheeks.
"You're apart of the Mexican special forces?"
She asked, pulling out my badge.
"That's very strange. A lieutenant who had served for four years but have no records of training... along with getting that title so early."
She jumped down from the table.
"I was a police officer."
I said which it was true.
"But you had no records of that."
She raised her eyebrows, flipping through a file.
"Wait, never mind. You do. It's very small though."
She clicked her tongue.
"What are you hiding Mr. l/n?"
She put the file down, walking up to me and leaning down into my personal space.
"Nothing."
She scoffed.
"How many men were with you?"
"Just my squad."
"They left you? We could only find you."
She let out a small chuckle.
"Just goes to show how little you matter when you aren't working in some poverty stricken town."
I felt my veins popping out of my forehead. I didn't care if I wasn't born there. It felt like my home either way.
"Las Almas is a beautiful place!"
I hissed, struggling against the ropes.
I wanted nothing more than to blow her brains out.
"Calm down tiger."
She said with a smirk, finally backing up.
"Just tell me where the rest of your file is."
She walked back to the table, looking at my gear.
"I don't know."
I knew exactly where it was.
"Is that so?"
She grabbed out my knife. It was my most favored. It was perfectly sharp. It cut through flesh so easily. That was the problem.
"Do you have memory problems?"
She asked, circling me like a shark as she inspected the knife.
"No."
"You will after this."
She grabbed my chin from behind, lifting my head and putting the knife against my throat. I grunted as I felt the sharp metal ready to open my skin at any moment.
"It's under D/N!"
I blurted out.
She pulled the knife away slightly.
"D/N O/L..."
(Dead name & old last name)
I didn't care enough to keep the information.
They would be back for me and she'd be dead. No reason for me to get killed over.
"Interesting... you're one of those people."
She threw the knife down on the table, snapping her fingers at one of the men standing guard.
He immediately walked out of the room.
"Those people? What does that mean?"
I asked with a raised eyebrow, not catching on.
"Changing what god gave you."
She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she inspected the rest of my gear.
"No. Just a fake name."
I didn't want her to be able to use it against me. I mean, a fake name is believable, right?
"And why a woman's name?"
"Harder to track down."
"Is that so?"
"Yes ma'am."
He let out a little hmph with her eyebrows raised.
Soon, the soldier was back with the file.
She smirked, opening it up.
"So, since we're getting to know eachother,"
I said, using my eyes to motion to my file.
"Why don't you tell me your name?"
She raised her eyebrows, glaring at me.
"It's not like I'm going to live through this..."
I sighed, trying to use my old theater-kid knowledge to use.
He looked down at the file.
"Alizay,"
I smirked slightly, my head hanging so she wouldn't see it.
"That's a nice name."
"Don't try to sweet talk me, pretty boy."
Her voice turned slightly flirty.
Maybe this was my way out...?

A/N
Hey
I got a new story. This one might be done soon so I started a new one because I had ideas and I just needed to get it out of my brain.
It's another Ghost but it's cannon x oc soooo
Have a good day :p