Sex on the First Date
It was late. Ghost had known this when the movie had started. What he didn't plan was for the movie to last an ungodly three whole hours. In the meantime the maid had fell asleep against his shoulder. So being the good Englishman he was, he carried her to her room. After making sure she was tucked in properly, he made his leave.
As he opened the door he ran headfirst into MacTavish, the older man just chuckled "Look, I don't know what you were doing in there and I don't wanna know. As long as it doesn't interfere with your work, I'm fine with it. Understood?"
"But, sir. I wasn't doing anything." said Ghost, sounding like a child being wrongfully sent to the principles' office.
"I'm just playing with ya! Now let's go grab ourselves a couple o' beers, shall we?" said the Captain playfully.
The doctors had managed to stitch Allen's side back together but it didn't mean it didn't hurt. Allen was put on reserve duty until his wounds were fully healed. But that also meant that in case of a major emergency, Allen could be called back to the front. Hopefully, that wouldn't be needed. Ramirez on the other hand was unfit for combat no matter the reason, given his entire torso was a mess of stab wounds meant he had a long road to recovery. But that road was shortened considerably thanks in part to Ramirez being moved to a hospital in Washington D.C.
"You want me to try and pinpoint this number, without letting Shepherd know?" asked Ghost, still not understanding what was being asked of him.
"That's right. I think an old friend my be in trouble." said MacTavish, taking a swig of his beer.
"Alright, well you came to the right place. I am the best after all. I'll have the location by tomorrow morning." said Ghost, rising from his chair.
"You ever get the name of the girl?" asked MacTavish.
"What girl?" asked Ghost, unsure of the girl in question.
"The maid. Does she have a name?" asked MacTavish, a wide grin on his face.
"Actually…I have no idea…" said Ghost, surprised she had been at the base for so long yet she was still being referred to solely as the 'maid'.
"Look, I've been in your situation before. I know what your thinking. If you think it's going too fast you gotta speak up." said MacTavish, finishing his beer.
"I swear you're a fucking mind reader…" grumbled Ghost.
"Nah, you may wear a mask but I can still read you like a book." said MacTavish, standing he added "Alright, enough of this. Get some shuteye, and I expect that information on my desk at 0800 hours."
"Yes, sir." said Ghost, heading down the hall to his bunk.
Quietly, he slipped into his bed and booted up his laptop. Within a few minutes he'd tracked the call to an abandoned castle, forty miles east of Petropavlosk, Russia. At least it was thought to be abandoned, satisfied with his work, Ghost pinpointed the location of the Gulag on a map and removed all data about it from his hard drive. Surprisingly, when trying to dig up information on the name of a simple receptionist requires more effort then pinpointing the exact location of a supposedly abandoned Gulag with only the phone number to go off of. But Ghost was always one to like a little challenge in his life, so with renewed energy he began prying for information on the mysterious 'maid.'
I still don't have a name for the maid, but prior to now I never planned for her to be a major supporting character. Heck, she has more lines then some of the TF141 soldiers! So a name might be a useful addition…If anybody happens to have an idea for a name I'd be more then happy.
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