Siren | A Ghost x Reader x König Call of Duty Fanfiction

Chapter 3 - Well Radge?

"So...You're a sniper?" Roach asked as he moved and practically threw himself on the couch. He was impulsive with his words but it was always straight forward and got the job done.

"Yeah, not exactly what I wanted to do, but due to... certain circumstances... I was pushed to go into Spec Ops as a sniper and here I am." I shrugged, putting the file back on the table. I stared at it unable to bring my eyes up to meet any of theirs. I was trying to not get lost in thought about that day.

"Circumstances? What the hell does that mean?" Gaz asked, his voice laced with distrust.

"My base was attacked, that's all you need to know." I bit back defensively. I really didn't want to talk about it. Not here, not now.

Pushing Roach's legs off the side he was going to sit on, Soap sat, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "We're a team, lass. We need to know-"

"No." I interrupted, bringing my eyes to meet his. I narrowed them at him, "It is genuinely none of your business. Let it die."

Roach open his mouth to say something and I focused my gaze in his direction. I interrupted him before he could speak, my voice laced with venom. "Let. It. Die."

Soap lifted his hands in defense. I glanced at the other three men. Gaz narrowed his eyes at me, Roach's held confusion, and then there was Ghost. The quiet one I almost forgot about, not sure how I could though, the man was intriguing. Ghost's eyes stared into my soul with a look I couldn't read. I hated it. The room held a tense silence, I knew they didn't trust me and I sure as hell didn't trust them.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "Look, I don't want to be defensive, I have nothing to hide, it's an extremely sore subject. What else do you want to know? I'm an open book."

The tension in the room was so thick you couldn't even cut it with an obsidian blade. The men looked at each other, except for Ghost, his eyes were trained on me, watching me like a hawk. Cold, narrow, and calculating.

I held his gaze. "What?"

"I don't trust you," he said simply.

"Likewise." This man didn't just not trust me, he hated me. I glared at him from my spot on the floor. He can hate me all he wants! I give the energy I get. Give me your worst Ghost.

Soap coughed uncomfortably, neither Ghost or I broke eye contact. "So, Y/N, you uh, you mentioned being a sniper isn't what you wanted to do. Did you want to be a medic your entire career?"

After holding eye contact a moment longer, I finally fixed my eyes on the Scottish man sitting across from me. I nodded, "Yeah, my parents were in the army too. Mom was in public affairs and dad was in infantry. They both really wanted me away from the military life, kept pushing me to do anything else. I wanted to help save lives, not take them, so I enlisted and became a medic."

This brought a small smile from Gaz, "The irony of being a sniper now," he snorted. "Wait, why did you become a combat medic? Why didn't you just become a doctor?"

"And deal with the Karen's of the world? No thanks!" I laughed. "No, I wanted to help soldiers specifically. I've been a military brat my entire life, moving around constantly. Leaving that lifestyle and settling down in one place isn't for me." I shook my head, I couldn't imagine living in one place the rest of my life. Plus, I live for the action, it keeps me on my toes.

"Noble." Ghost commented, I couldn't tell if it was laced with sarcasm or not, and because I couldn't see his face, it made it even harder to tell.

I sent a sharp look his way but turned back to the others, Gaz had perched himself on the arm of the couch at some point. "Where'd the codename come from?"

I ran a hair through my hair letting out a breath. I really didn't want to talk about this. It wasn't as bad as talking about that day, but getting a codename because you sang to patients? Not exactly the coolest thing. At least I didn't get 'bandaid' or 'foley' something stupid like that.

I smiled sheepishly, "I got caught singing or humming to soldiers trying to help distract them from the chaos or their injuries. I'm sure y'all have been in a medical bay before, it's.."

Gaz, Roach, and Soap all finished my sentence for me when it was clear I couldn't find the right word for it.

"Traumatizing?"

"Loud?"

"Well radge?"

"Not a damn clue what you're trying to say," I pointed at Soap, a smile playing on my face, "but I'm going to go with yes to all of the above."

"That's actually really sweet of you. You mush have a great voice to be called Siren." Roach said with a small smile.

"Or it's ironic and she's absolutely terrible" Gaz pokes.

"I didn't even realize I did it at first. I got told by a couple comrades that when I was super focused I started humming. Guess it also applies to when I was handling bigger traumas, spread like wildfire through my unit and the ones we worked with."

My mind flashed to one of my third week in the field. I was helping medically evacuate a few soldiers from the field, one was in seriously critical condition and he'd heard about me singing to soldiers. He had asked me to sing for him. He didn't make it. He was my first death.

"Y/N?" I snapped back to reality when Soap waved a hand in front of my face, leaning across the table, "where'd you go?"

I blinked, turning to look at him. "First death."

It was all I needed to say. Those two words had so much power to all of us and I had two. One I couldn't save and the other I could. I started feeling numb but stood up, I had a meeting with the Captain in 30 and I needed to get my head on straight. "If you'll excuse me," I nodded a goodbye. No one stopped me.

I made my way across the room to my duffles, grabbing the shoulder strap of one and throwing it over my left shoulder, then picked up the other by the handle. I pushed through the door into the hallway and found my room. It was a nice size, not too big not too small. There was a full size bed against the far wall, a dresser, and a door to what I assume was a closet. I dropped my bags next to the bed and sat down, looking around.

I took a deep breath and let it out, shaking my hands out. There were clean sheets, a duvet cover, and an insert folded up on the bed. I started by making the bed. The sheets were a soft cream and the duvet a sage green, it was a beautiful combination.

On the dresser I found a patch with 'Siren' embroidered on it. I hadn't decided if I wanted to add it to my gear yet or not. With this new task force, I may need to consider redacting my name and concealing my identity. Those guys down the hall were hard hitters, I could only begin to imagine the missions I would be apart of now.

I grimaced and turned my attention to my bags, unzipping the larger of the two duffles. It had all my tactical gear, so I neatly put it all away in my closet. I unpacked the second duffle of my civilian clothing and personal items. I put my toiletries in a caddy that was left by the door since we had communal showers in this complex. I took a quick scan of the room and smiled to myself. It would be a nice private space in my time off.

I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my joggers, checking the time. I had 10 minutes until Price wanted me in his office. I made my way to the kitchen, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge, then made my way towards my captains office, gently knocking on the door.

"Come in!"

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