The Devil《Ghost x Reader》2

CHAPTER THREE

"I got a lead on Makarov's bankroll -"
"We're not looking for money." Soaps voice echo's through the building feeling a slight nerve being hit in me. I've rarely ever seen soap pissed but when he is, it's something.
"Soap, you find the money, you find the man." General Sheaperd spat back. I don't blame soap for being this pissed. If I could voice it, I would be the loudest. But for some reason, I can't voice shit.
"Where are you gettin' Intel? Without an army, you got nothin'." Gaz chimes in, taking whatever I had off my tongue.
"Wrong again, boys." Another deathy familiar voice pierced out, cause everyone to perk up, me especially, feeling a rage that I haven't felt in a long time.

"Un-fuckin' believable." Soap gasps in total disbelief. I'm surprised he was able to get anything out at all.
"Soap...you miss me? Well, technically, you did, didn't you?" Graves cheers out antagonisingly. I push myself off the table I lent on, walking over in front of the laptop to see the two fuckwits.
"Laswell, if you're tracking this, let's call an airstrike."
"Ghost, that is not nice."

I make myself more visible before joining the mothers meeting.
"I think an airstrike is totally called for," I manage to start, finally seeing the suprise on the two traitors' faces.
"Reaper! Your back!"
"And you're not dead. You bite our asses then expect us not to bat an eye and help you? Nah, uh, you two must be on some new drugs if you think that shit will happen." I try to stop myself from saying anything else since I know nothing good will spill from my lips.
"What are you up to?" Soap eagerly yet threatening voice erupts, saving me the struggle in holding my tongue.
I felt Ghosts eyes on me, but I couldn't bring myself to care at this point. I killed him. I know I fucking did.
"I'm up to doing my fuckin' job, kid, you should try it sometime." With those words, I felt my head spin in a rage, turning to leave the meeting before being pushed back into it by non other then Ghost.

I push his arm away, spitting a nasty look at him. He doesn't seem to care too much, only to keep me neat him.
My eyes remove themselves, looking over to see the two cunts off the screen and laswell and the captain talking in somewhat private.
"Captain..." Gaz calls out as Laswell wakes away from Price.
"We do deals for Intel all the time. This is no different." Gaz says some smart things most of the time; but this is something that makes me want to punch him in the face. No way I'm making a deal with them.
"There is no way in fucking hell I'm working with dirty fucks like them." I call out, directed to both gaz and the captain.
"Y/N, please."
"No! There is no making fucking deals with them. I don't think you've notice, but they wanted our heads on a fucking pike." I don't think I'm able to contain my tongue at this point.
"I am not working with pricks who had people actively hunt me down and do God fucking knows what." I felt a arm make contact with my shoulder but I push it away, focusing all my attention on the captain and laswell.
"I've had my share of the horrors of fucking war, but I'm not making a stupid fucking choice so it can make the list fucking longer, THERE MEN TRIED TO FUCKING RAPE ME. DO YOU NOT FUCKING REMEMBER THAT FUCKING SHIT?!" I try to hold my tongue again, but the frustration and anger wins over again.
"If you take this fucking offer, then you've lost yourself a fucking soilder."

The look in the captains eyes made me feel somewhat bad, but in no way in hell I'm teaming up with them.
"It's Intel,"
"Fuck the Intel, we can get that shit from Valeria and her fucking team of we need it so bad." I hiss back at Gaz.
"He's right." Soap calls out.
"Road to hell or not, Garrick's right."
I let out a scoff as my ears registered what I just heard.
"Boss, we got this." But hearing Ghost agree to this leaves me gobsmacked.
I let out a louder scoff as I dramatically slightly throw my gun to the ground.
"Get fucked. If I'm going to fucking die anyway might as well be now." I answer before walking out.
I refuse to die a slow and painful death by someone so fucking stupid. I can't believe they would agree to work with them monsters.
"Y/N!" I hear them calling as I continue to walk off.
As I thought i was far enough from them, a sudden hand jerked me back, pulling me to look at them, and not to my suprise it's Ghost with soap closing in behind him.
"It sounds fucked but it's the best choice we have." Soap starts, trying to change my mind.
"He's right." Ghost adds.
"Stick right next to us. If we split up, stick next to me. That's the plan. No one will touch you if you near me and that's a fucking promise." Ive missed his aggressive comfort. But I hate it at the same time, how easy it is for him to change my mind just by his threats of violence to others.

I let out a loud sigh as I role my head, cracking my neck in somewhat frustration. I look back at the two and softly nod my head, letting go of my hips as my arms fly to my side.
"Fine. Let's get this over and fucking done with." I say unimpressed, moving infront of the two as we walk back to the group.
As we approach, me and the captain make eye contact, as he reaches to hand me my gun, snatching it from his hands.
"I still believe I could take him on my own."
"We need him alive."
"And."