You slowly open your eyes and flutter them for a few seconds. You were confused about your whereabouts, but one thing you knew for certain, your head felt like it was about to explode. You brought your right hand up to your head to rub your eyes. You noticed that the room was dark, and the house was quiet. You didn't know what time it was, but by judging by the little bit of moonlight coming through the windows, it was definitely sometime in the middle of the night.

You went to move your left arm to prop yourself up and noticed that there was someone in bed with you. The hair on the back of your neck stood up and your blood ran cold. You were frozen, but slowly turned your head to see who was sharing this bed with you. You swallowed hard whenever you seen it was Ghost. After staring at him for a few seconds, you noticed that he wasn't wearing his mask, and you could barely see his face from the lack of light. You gently propped yourself up with your left arm, wincing at the soreness throughout your body. You had forgotten about the predatory chase in the woods. You slowly take your right hand and reach over to his face. Right before you made contact with him, you felt a strong hand grip your wrist.

"Don't" he said in a low stern tone.

Your breathing hitched. You had no words and tried to pull your arm back to you, but Ghost still had you in his grip and wasn't letting up.

"I'm sorry." The words left your lips in a whisper. He held your wrists for a few more seconds and finally released you. You quickly brought your arm back to your side and laid back down – staring at the ceiling. You had never felt Ghost's skin before. He always had on his gloves, but his touch was warm. Hard, but warm. You could see out of your peripheral Ghost turn and look at you. You didn't move. You continued to keep staring at the white ceiling until your eyes became heavy and sleep took you.

When you woke again, there was light in the room. You looked to see if Ghost was still asleep, and to your relief, you had the bed to yourself. You yawn and stretch your body. You wince at the pain and quickly retracted your limbs. After a few minutes, you finally sit up and swing your legs off to the right of the bed. You go to stand up and slump over to the right, placing your hand on the nightstand. Your legs were shaking, and you thought that this is what Bambi must have felt like the first time he stood up.

After a few minutes, you were finally able to stand up. You carefully make your way to the doors that lead to the bathroom. It was probably the nicest bathroom you had seen and considering that the bathroom was attached to the bedroom, you assumed that Ghost had the Master Bedroom to the house. The floors were ceramic. Two sinks, but they were across from each other. One was on the right a few feet when you walk in and the left one mirrored it. Beside the right sink was a huge walk-in shower. To the right of the left sink, a claw foot tub was parallel to the corner of the room. Straight ahead was a door which led to a private toilet.

You took note that Ghost had his toiletries on the left sink and the right sink had nothing on it. You also noticed that the bedroom and bathroom were extremely neat. You turn around to walk out of the bathroom and turn left to open the closet. You were nosey and thought about if Ghost had any skeletons in his closet. As you turned the handle and opened the doors, you weren't surprised that everything in this closet was black. Black shirts, black pants, and a few pairs of dark colored jeans. You ran your fingers over his clothes, hearing the plastic hangers shift against the rod. You pulled a black t-shirt off the hanger, similar to the one you were wearing, and threw it over your shoulder. You noticed a small chest on the floor. You bent down and opened it to find his boxers, socks and gloves stored in there. You picked up the first pair of boxers, which were red and black, and a pair of black crew socks. You shut the door to the closet and made your way back to the bathroom.

You felt dirty and couldn't remember the last time you showered. Even though you couldn't smell yourself, you just knew you stunk. You walk over to the shower, step in and felt engulfed at the size of it. The shower was stone and didn't have any doors. You turned the shower on and let the steam fill the bathroom. You set the new clothes you picked out on the sink to the right and started taking the clothes on you off. You wince at the pain from your body and threw the clothes on the floor in front of the sink.

You step into the shower, hissing as the water hits you. The water was hot, and you loved it. You loved the way it burned at your skin and turned where it hit, the color red. You took in a deep breath and stood under the shower head. You put your head down and let the water run down your body. It hurt but felt so good. After a few minutes, you picked your head up and looked around to find a bottle of shampoo. It was men's shampoo, but you didn't care. It could have been dog shampoo and you probably could give a fuck less. You squeezed the bottle and a green slime poured out the bottle. You closed the lid, set the bottle back down and lathered your hair with the shampoo. It felt so good. You rinsed your hair and grabbed the soap. The soap smell had a musk smell to it, but in a good way. You poured some onto your hand and lathered your body in the suds.

As you rinsed your body off, you felt as if you were rinsing away the memories that had happened these last few days. You close your eyes and let the water run over your face. You stand there like that for a few minutes just taking advantage of the hot shower. Thoughts swept your mind of how weak you were becoming. You were not weak and how dare you let a man break you down. It was time to get YOU back. You finally remove yourself from the heavenly water and turn the shower off. You turn around to grab for a towel only realizing that you forgot to get one or even look for one.

The hairs on your body stood up when you heard someone enter the bedroom. You tried to go as far back into the shower as you could, but you could see right into it whenever you walked into the bathroom.

"Harley?" It was the guy that announced that you were alive when you came downstairs with Soap.

You hesitated and your heart nearly jumped out of her skin when you heard the handle to the bathroom jiggle. "I-Im in here".

"You okay in there?" his deep voice asked.

"Yeah" you replied.

"Soap and Ghost are waiting for you downstairs" he tells you. You didn't reply but waited to hear if he was going to walk away. He took note of this, and you could see the shadow under the door move away.

You carefully step out of the shower and make your way to one of the cabinets under the right sink. Bingo! You grab a towel and start drying yourself off. After drying off, you put your clothes on and wrap your hair up in the towel. You take in a deep breath and make your way downstairs.

The pain from your leg and foot has gone down. You still walked with a limp, but it was nowhere near as aggressive as it was before. You slowly make your way down the stairs, turn right and head into the kitchen. Soap and Ghost were in there talking, but that stopped as soon as Ghost laid eyes on you.

A smile crept upon Soaps face. "See" he says, "She's made herself at home" he continues with a grin on his face.

You roll your eyes, but they turn back and stare into Ghost's. He eyed you up and down and a part of you wondered if he liked you being in his clothes. Watching his eyes roam over your body made your face flush and that was not something that you could hide.

The awkwardness was broken when the man who checked on you moments earlier walked into the kitchen.

"Harley" Soap says as he looks at you and then gestures towards the other man. "This is Captain Price".

You gave a soft smile, and he nodded his head in return.

"Welcome to 141" Price says to you.

Before you could open your mouth, he starts again. "From what I hear, you're a pistol" he says eyeing you and giving a grin.

You lower your head as you chuckle to yourself, "A pistol? I've been called a lot of things, but a pistol is a new one for me".

Price raises an eyebrow intrigued. "What was your name everyone called you in your old unit?"

Pride filled your chest and that was what you needed. You needed to be reminded just who the fuck you were. You were the baddest bitch in the field. You ate men like this for breakfast and were feared among many.

You flash Price a wide smile, "Reaper."

Price chuckles to himself and before he could speak, Soap chimes in. "Okay, I have to know how you got that name."

"I'm a stealthy person. By the time you see me, its too late. I enjoy taking the life out of people who don't deserve to live. I love knowing that my face was the last thing they see before they die, and I love to watch them cower while I possess all the power."

The room fell quiet, and all eyes pierced on you. Especially Ghost. Even though his face didn't show, you could tell he had excitement in his eyes. A grin remained on Soaps face and as you look over at Price, he also had a grin.

"And that is why you will fit right in" Price tells you. "Well Reaper, lets see what you got."

You looked at Price confused. "You need to train. You will be going on missions with us and from what I hear, I'm sure you have a mission of your own, but we need to see where you're at and if need be, get you trained up".

You grinned and nodded your head in approval.

Soap, still having that damn grin on his face finally broke the silence, "Well, I'm ready to see what Ghost and Reaper can do on the training grounds."

Your eyes went directly to Ghost. "What do you mean?" you ask Soap.

"Ghost here is going to train you. He's our best".

"Well, what are we waiting for?" you say cheerfully. "It's time I finally kick your ass."