Aversion - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

Chapter 25

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My outrageously feeded anger by Vince dies down the second I see Night dive a knife into Sarah's chest.

Even though it feels like I am watching myself from a lateral perspective, seeing Sarah collapse causes me to internally scream my lungs out.

Night's betrayal shocks me to my core. We've completed numerous missions together alongside Four, and we were always willing to take a bullet for one another.

And all this, so he would have a spot next to me, working for Vince? It makes me sick.

My family, all I have known for years. Crumbling down in front of me.

Sarah.

I don't even have time to stare at her as she lays still on the floor, as my body is moving on its own.

Every fiber in my body wants to help her, check if she is even alive. But I can't.

I can only watch, as my hands throw punches in Ghost's direction.

He swiftly dodges them, but I can see him running out of stamina as his mind is focused on Soap, who is trying to overpower Night.

I have to do something. I need to gain control of my body, of the situation.

But the Vine is too strong. I can't even wiggle my toe without Vince commanding it.

He still stands behind me. Amused as he watches his plan unfold.

They can't attack him, as my body will immediately move in front of him. I know Ghost well enough, he wouldn't risk seriously hurting me. It's against everything he stands for.

But the situation is running dire. And I can tell he is running out of options.

His eyes behind his mask burn into my soul. He is conflicted, angry, but most of all concerned. His confidence is cracking, yet he is still standing firm.
Not wanting to give up in the slightest.

But he is a realist. Maintaining hope against the facts is not a part of his character.

The blue filter the Vine gives me makes it hard to make out the shapes around me, and I feel its control becoming stronger again as my initial shock settles. My rage is rising again..

No..no no no..

I don't want to hurt him. I want this all to stop.

What if i..

As I see the knife in my hand scraping Ghosts neck, he lets out a loud grunt. Firmly grabbing my wrist.

Wait, that could be it.

If Ghost moves in front of Vince, and dodges just in time.I might be able to strike him.

If luck is on our side, it could prove fatal.

But how do I make sure Ghost understands the plan, if I can't speak freely.

Then suddenly my head snaps around, my controlled instincts kicking in as Soap manages to throw Night off of him. Soap's face is brutally beaten, his nose broken, blood streaming down his face.

Night hits the floor hard, his eyes fluttering as he seems to be going unconscious.

Soap doesn't hesitate as he jumps over him, immediately rushing towards me.