The darkness of the room doesn't bother me. If anything I welcome it with arms wide open. It hides me in it's darkness, it greets me without shame of who I am.
It's not like I can change how Ghost feels. I'm not necessarily sad, I just... I just don't understand.
What would possess him to do that? Does Static know about his past? Was it just out of comfort for each other? The answer is still unknown to me.
I slip out from the cold covers of the bed. The air is thin and dry, it cuts across my skin like a knife. Without getting dressed I creep out and into the hallway.
My back is close to the side of the wall. I let the dark hallways hide me, as I slowly walk. I don't know where I'm going, but I have to do something.
"I just feel bad, you know..." The voice doesn't startle me, but it is a little surprising.
Always expect the unexpected. That as the first rule I was taught.
I crouch down, and listen closer, the voice is Static.
"What could we have done Love? Apologize to her?," Ghost's voice is soft.
All ways separate your emotions from your job. That was rule two.
"Well you didn't have to be so blunt about her unwanted presents here." Static replies.
I slowly come closer to see their figures appearing.
There's a moment of silence, "I just..." Ghost stops for a moment "I didn't expect her to be so..."
"Different?," Static finishes.
I see Ghost shake his head "Not the term I was going to use."
"Still. She's changed. But god, what did they do to her to make her so... Heartless?,"
I roll my eyes with a silent chuckle... I've heard worse terms then that.
Another moment of silence rises. Has Ghost guessed how I became like this? If he has, he isn't going to say so.
"I don't know. But I'm gonna go talk to her."
Oh great. He just won't let this go will he?
"Just... be careful. She looks a lot more lethal then she was before." Static warns.
I see Ghosts faint nod, he kisses her then starts to walk my way. My back presses against a door. Just then I fall in.
Right as the coldness of the floor touches my back I roll over my left shoulder and back onto my feet, swiftly, I shut the door and look for a hiding place.
"Who the hell are you?," I hear the thick Scottish accent with a drowsy tone.
I turn around ready to strike. The lighting is dim and the sight of him makes my stomach jump.
"Holy shite, Alex?," Soap tries to sit up. I look at him for a moment, should I run out at the moment? No, I need to get information from him.
I shake my head "It's Ciara now."
Soap smirks "You look like shite."
I give a low chuckle as I approach the medical bed "So do you."
"I ripped a knife out of my stomach and killed Shepherd with it." Soap crosses his arms proudly.
I raise an eyebrow then say "I went through 4 weeks of torture then was trained."
Soap frowns "You've been gone for a month and a half."
I didn't even realize it was that long. I simply shrug and say "Do you know about Ghost and Static?,"
Soap shrugs and says "What about them?,"
"What the bloody hell happened?," I give a low growl letting my accent come out.
Soap shakes his head "I don't know, she just started to worry to much, I got tired of it. We broke up. After that she randomly kissed Ghost and I guess that made them a couple."
"Hmmm." I begin to pace,
"So, you haven't bitch slapped either of them yet?," Soap questions
I give shake my head, "I don't really know what to do..." I give another shrug, "I heard them talking in the hallways a few minutes ago..."
"Is that how you got in here?" Soap smirks.
"Partly, Ghost said that he was going to talk to me, he starting to come towards me and that's when I backed into your door," I shrugged.
"Then go talk to him! Before I get up and kick your arse!" Soap replies instantly.
"Oh yeah, I'm so scared of an injured person," I sarcastically said as I rolled my eyes.
"Go! Before I sick Price on you," Soap gives me a gruff expression.
I walk to the door and turn around "Up yours Soap,"
His thick Scottish laugh comes through the door as I silently walk through the halls. If you thought I was going to my room, you're dead wrong.
Of course I'm not going to talk to the little blighter, that's the last thing I want to do. My pace was fast but still quiet, I needed to get out of this stuffy base and get into the fresh air.
Once I find a way outside the base, I take a sit down on the dirt, the air is warm and blows past me, I look up at the sky, stars splatter across the sky, it's a beautiful night...Night, the very thing I was named after for staying up late.
It's odd, sense here I am, up at late hours, and I seem more then just different. But that doesn't bother me, honestly it seems like nothing bothers me anymore.
"I figured you would be here," The voice belongs to Ghost.
I groan, "Why are you here?"
Ghost sits himself beside me, "We need to talk..."
"I heard," My grim expression deepens.
"Good," Ghost shrugs as if he wasn't surprised.
There's a small awkward silence, I ignore it and continue to look at the sky.
"Night, Ciara, whatever the hell you call yourself. I, I don't know what happened when we first spoke but..." Ghost scratched the back of his neck as if searching for the right words,
"I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm sorry..."
I raise an eyebrow, "Sorry for what?"
Ghost sighs, "You really have changed... I'm sorry that I thought you were dead, I'm sorry for cheating on you."
"Ok..." I shrug unsure of how I was suppose to reply. He's with Static now, I mean what was I suppose to say? That I still loved him and wanted to be with him? If so, that would be a lie. What is he expecting? I mean he just apologized, it couldn't be possible for him to ask if we could be 'friends'.
Without thinking I decide to question him, "So, what is the purpose of this?"
"What do you mean?" Ghost replies.
"You apologizing. What's the purpose? You're with Static now, why even bother with me?." I asked bluntly.
Ghost shrugged, "I don't know. I just, feel bad for not staying loyal to you."
I chuckle, "If it's loyalty we're discussing don't bother. In all honesty, I wasn't even going to go with Price when he found me."
My loyalty to all of my old 'friends' have been broken, they have been ever sense I started to train with the Shadow Company.
"What made you go with him then?" Ghost asks in a whisper, I realize exactly how uncomfortably close he is to me.
"I get it now."
"You get nothing."
My sight begins to flash red with the memory playing in my head.
I shake my head, "I don't know, because I wanted a change of scenery?"
Not true, I didn't want to see Price die, it wasn't going to break my heart if he did, but in general I didn't want to.
"Ouch. That hurts," Ghost puts a hand over his heart.
I roll my eyes, "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
"Shouldn't you be in the shadows all sinister like?" Ghost counters.
"I was until you disturbed me," I reply.
"Is that right?" Ghost runs his fingers through his hair as he comes slightly closer.
I give a grim look, "Don't test your luck."
"What luck?" Ghost replied innocently with his big grayish blue eyes.
I groan, "What did I see in you?"
"Ouch, that hurts even more," Ghost remarks, still coming closer to me.
Our faces are at least an inch apart.
"What do you think you're doing?" I question.
Our foreheads press together, Ghost just shrugged, "Does it bother you?"
"Yeah, it does," I reply bluntly.
He chuckles, "You've changed, but you will always find a way to humor me."
There's a moment of silence, he then leans in closer, our lips are *This* close to touching, before I pull my head away, canceling the kiss.
"Oh god the irony!," I reply with disgust as I get up. Without a second to waste, I'm already back in the safehouse.
I really wish he would just make up his mind on who he wants to be with.
Sighing, I went to the rec. room, that's where I find Price and Roach playing poker.
Nothing is said, I don't mind though. I lay down on the couch and close my eyes.
The light from the blinds hits my eyes burning them. My eyes flutter open and I look around. I sit up on the couch.
I then adjust my pink tank top, it shows major cleavage, but if I'm fighting a guy, it would be a nice distraction to throw him off his game.
I pull up my left arm up to stretch it when I hear the door open.
I look to right to see it's Ghost. Curious, I wonder why he has his mask and sunglasses back on.
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{TRACKING! Simon 'Ghost' Riley...}
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{Ghost's POV...}
Her eye's are still sleepy, she looks tired, the light hits her face giving me a good look at her. The scars don't look to bad.
She still wears the same clothing from last night. Just a plain pair of white shorts with a pink tank top with another .
Seeing her with this much skin showing takes me back to the days when we use to sleep together. To think that was a month and a half ago.
"What are you doing up this early?" I ask quietly.
"I'd ask you same," Night, Or Ciara replies.
I roll my eyes, "As if you don't already know?"
I couldn't sleep at all last night, with my thoughts and the nightmares. I had to call it off with Static last night, with Alex back, I don't know what to do.
"I could take a guess," She replies grimly.
Without bothering to answer I go to the fridge and begin to dig through the food, I don't know why I bothered coming here, I'm not hungry and I'm not in the mood to hang out here, in the same room as Alex.
I give a light groan and go to sit at the table, I pull my mask above my nose and take out a pack of cigarettes and light one up.
"So, what made you put your mask on?" Ciara asks... God, why does she want to be called that?
She sits across from me, she then grabs my pack of cigarettes and lighter, without a trace of hesitation she lights up a cigarette.
When did she start smoking?
"Did you just steal one of my smokes?" I ignore her question.
Ciara blows the smoke out of her mouth, "Does it bother you?"
"You don't seem to understand how hard they are to find around here,"
"You haven't answered my question," Ciara replies.
I roll my eyes, "For the love of god can a man not wear what he wants?"
Ciara smirks in return, "I just find it interesting that before we spoke last night that you weren't wearing it,"
I flick ash off my cigarette and watch it hit the ash tray, "We all have phases, including you. What's up with the hair, sense we're on the subject,"
"It doesn't get in my way as much as long hair does. And in my line of work, short hair is the best,"
"Line of work?" I snort out, "We're in the Task Force 141 Disavowed, there really isn't any line of work,"
"Maybe for you there isn't, but for me it is. Soap killed Shepherd, but we still haven't killed Makarov, it's only going to be a matter of months before Price leads us to slaughter him," Ciara says with a smug look.
She does have a valid point, we only killed Shepherd, and Price will probably have us tracking Makarov in the matter of a month or two.
"What's it to you anyway?" Ciara asks.
I put my hands up in defense, "Just curious,"
There's a few moments of silence, I sigh and shake my head.
"What?" Ciara questions.
"Nothing, I just don't understand," I reply with a shake of the head.
Ciara rolls her eyes, "Spit it out,"
"After not seeing each other in a month and a half then with what happened with Static then last night, how the bloody hell can we just talk like this?" I question.
Ciara lets smoke roll from her lips as she smothers the cigarette in the ash tray, "Talk like what? It's not like there's anything between us,"
You have no idea.
There's a moment of silence, Ciara sighs, "Go on, say it,"
"I might...Maybe have...Feelings for you? Bloody hell, I don't know," I sigh as I smother the cigarette in the ash tray then pull out another.
"And what about Static, aren't you suppose to be with her at the moment?" Ciara ignores what I just confessed.
I shake my head, "I called it off until I can get my emotions set straight,"
"I see," Is all she replies with.
Another moment of silence rises, and it stays like this for the next 38 minutes.
"I need to go change," Ciara mutters as she gets up and leaves me here.
I sit there for another minute, "God I hate my life!," I groan as I let my head drop to the table.
{1 Month ago}
It was quiet in the rec. room, Roach was sitting there with me, we we're both just having a smoke.
Static and Soap seemed to have been in another one of their famous arguments, it makes me think of when I use to argue with Night.
"Oh my god! How can you say that!" Static demanded.
Soap laid in a cot, he just shrugged, "You act like I'm a child Sam, you need to get it through your head that I'm alright,"
"I am so sick of this relationship! You don't even care! I am so done," Static spit out,
"Like you would last a day without me," Soap rolled his eyes.
"Oh yeah?" Static raised her eyebrows as if she were accepting a challenge. Without another second she walked up to me, she leaned down and pressed her lips to mine, it was only like this for a 2 seconds and then she's off me and had left the room.
I sat there, in complete shock trying to register what happened.
"What the fuck just happened?" I asked Roach, he gave me a skittish look and replied, "She just kissed you,"
"Why the fuck did she just kiss me?" I questioned as I glare at Soap.
He shrugged, "She wanted to make a point, she didn't make much of a point to me, but I think she made one to you,"
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and tried not to think about it.
Wassup People!? Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah! So this was a very short and quick update, *shrug* not much to it other then Ciara and Ghost talking.
And Ghost trying to kiss her, then she rejects him. Then we see how the whole Ghastic started.
Oooh and I just decided to call Night, Ciara sense a lot of people seem to like it (Sorry WheresTheBeef),
So yeah, not much to this update.
One quick question.
Team Ghatic? (GhostxStatic)
Or
Team Ghiara? (GhostxCiara)
Your Choice, just give a shout out in the comments on who you're going for.
Cheers!
Sincerely, Red Dawn Shadow