part 2 of 141 with a reader who just doesn’t want to be there
part 1 , part 3 , part 4 , part 5
gender neutral!reader, genz!reader, reader is like 20-24, reader is a corporal, platonic
cw: blood , broken bones , canon typical violence
when you wake up the next morning the first thing you did was check your phone , confused on why you weren’t hearing an alarm. you were slightly panicked as well , thinking you woke up late just to realize you woke up 20 minutes before your alarm. sighing as you put your phone down , you relax into a half conscious state. you aren’t quite asleep but you also weren’t awake.
jolting once you finally hear the alarm , you raise your head and quickly turn it off. reluctantly sitting up , you move towards the edge of the bed. yawning and rubbing the crust out of your eyes , you stand stretching your arms above your head.
after taking a minute to stretch out your muscles you make your way over to your wardrobe. taking out your undergarments , a pair of sweatpants , and a plain gray shirt , you start to change but are quickly interpreted by your phone ringing. after finishing putting on your shirt you check who’s calling before deciding to ignore it.
after changing you quickly put on your socks and shoes. fixing your hair before leaving and closing the door behind you , you make your way into the mess hall.
grabbing whatever seemed appetizing you make your way to an empty table , not seeing any familiar faces.
a few minutes go by with you eating in silence before a few trays are placed around you. mentally mourning your loss of a quiet morning , you glance up seeing three semi-familiar faces. two of them sporting matching grins while they plop next to you. you ignore them for the most part , eating silently while they talk amongst themselves until you’re suddenly brought into the conversation. “so you’re a corporal , right ?” Ghost’s not even looking at you as he speaks , focusing on his food. you glance up to see his balaclava pulled up to his nose , quickly pulling your attention away from the exposed skin you look back down at your food before answering. “uh- yea” your answer is short due to you not understanding the context behind the sudden question.
you continue eating after that , tuning in to their conversation every now and then.
finishing your food , you grab your tray and stand up when your interrupted by the others standing as well. “we’ll come with you , we’re going to the same place anyways” as Soap speaks , a sly grin starts to pull at his lips. you furrow your brows slightly before shrugging your shoulders , continuing your walk to put the tray away.
starting your walk to the gym you realize that they’re still following you. you don’t think anything of it , they could just be going in the same direction. “so you ready for training ?” this time it’s Gaz who speaks up , staring you down as he speaks. “yea , little annoyed my day off was ruined though.” you shrug your shoulders a bit at the end of your sentence , giving into the small talk. you all continue to talk as you make your way into the gym , almost exactly 15 minutes early.
both your Lieutenant Grant and Staff Sergeant Ridge are already there. Captain Price is also there , surprising you slightly. walking further into the room , their captain notices you all. “good ! you’re all here , start stretching and get ready to spar.” you hesitate for a second before deciding to just listen to him , seeing your sergeant and lieutenant follow his instructions as well.
getting changed into a plain compression shirt and some basketball shorts before sitting down , you start your normal stretching routine , being pulled into idle chatter by Soap.
a sudden clap interrupts whatever conversations were going on. “alright ! up , all of you !” he motions with his hands for you to all up as he speaks. slowly standing , you walk closer towards the Captain. Ghost talking a spot to your left and your lieutenant , Andrew , talking a spot to your right. “right ! Garrick , you’re against Ridge. Mactavish , you’re with Grant. Riley , you’re with L/N.” you’re slightly confused at first , not knowing whose name belonged to who before they started moving.
realizing you got paired with Ghost , you whip your head towards Ridge , just to see his shoulders shaking in poorly disguised laughter. cursing him mentally , you walk towards the mat Ghost chose before standing across from him.
bending at the knees , feet shoulder width apart , you lean forward slightly , arms coming up to guard your chest and face. the position is familiar to you , you’ve started spars like this since you were 13. Ghost is obviously more comfortable on his feet , you can see it in the way he stands. feet just about shoulder width apart , one foot slightly in front of the other , hands guarding his face , it looks like he’s getting ready to box.
you make the first move , sticking low and keeping quick. you strike. one knee sliding off the ground , arms grappling around his thighs , the side of your face pressed into the junction of his hips and waist. you lift , using the momentum you had gathered to pull him off the ground and onto your shoulder. overestimating how much he’d weigh , you start falling backwards , unable to stop. he has no time to react to your sudden movements , back slamming into the ground harshly , breath coming out in a short huff and a cough.
you quickly move off him , you could immediately tell your shoulder hit his diaphragm. “ah shit ! are you okay ?! i am so sorry !” your tone’s panicked , it’s obvious you didn’t want to hurt him. coughing is all he can get out , trying to catch his breath. his hand does lift to show a thumbs up though. “HA ! L.T.’s got the wind knocked outta him” you whip your head around to glare at the speaker before tuning back around and continuing to apologize. you’re apologies are halted by Ghost lifting a palm and sitting up. “ ‘s fine. just got the wind knocked outta me s’all” his voice is gruff and still slightly breathless. “..sorry..” your tone is sheepish , a hand coming up to rub the back of your neck. “ ‘s fine. c’mon. up.” he stands as he speaks , holding a hand out to you.
getting back in the same starting position , you wait , not wanting to move first. he moves fast , a punch aimed towards your face. you duck , a knee sliding off the ground as you move forward and grab around his waist. his fists comes down onto your back. hard. you keep your grip , pushing forward , trying to make him loose his footing.
your face is mostly pressed into his side so you don’t see when one of his hands start reeling back at the same level of your head. his fist moves quick , slamming into your face. you can immediately feel your eyes start watering , nose starting to gush blood. you loose you grip quickly. reeling back and holding your nose , you crouch down , eyes closed in pain. “ah- fuck ! i think it’s broken..” you’re quiet as you speak , hands pressing around your nose , feeling the misshapen bone.
Price comes over , pressing a hand onto your back. “you good , kid ?” he’s almost leaning over you , trying to get a look at your face. removing your hands from your nose , you look over towards him. his sharp inhale tells you that you were correct in your diagnosis.
you didn’t even realize Ghost had walked away before a rag was suddenly pressed to your nose , pulling a wince out of you. “ow ! asshole..” your hand comes up to replace his , pressing the rag to your nose. your free arm is grabbed by Price , him attempting to pull you up. “up , c’mon. Ghost , take them to the infirmary. make sure they get their nose reset.” you groan lowly at the word ‘reset’. you’ve had your nose reset enough to know it hurts and you’d really rather not today.
walking out of the gym , you were about to plead your case but a hand resting on your nape stops you. you and Ghost walk like that the entire way to the infirmary. once you get there you expect him to leave but he doesn’t , he just leans against the wall , arms crossed. only after your nose is reset does he finally leave , silent as a mouse.
you leave with a small bottle of painkillers and a good few replacement bandages. walking back to your room , you see a few instant ice packs outside your door. crouching down to pick them up , you look both ways down the hall , trying to see if anyone could’ve seen who put them there. not seeing anyone , you shrug before you walk into your room , placing everything on your desk.
checking your phone while grabbing your shower necessities , you see a few messages , most from your lieutenant. deciding to check those messages first , you see 3 separate messages from him. one is him telling you that you don’t have to come back to the gym. another saying that all physical activity that could result in injury is canceled for you. the last message was one telling you that you still have to attend both lunch and dinner , you groan at that. checking the other notifications , you see that your mother called. again. 5 more times. deciding to ignore that , you make your way to the showers.
once you’re back in your room you set a timer for 3 hours , wanting to take a nap before the mess hall opens for lunch.
you wake with jolt. after turning over and turning off your alarm , you get up , stretching slowly. putting on your socks and shoes before fixing your hair and walking towards the mess hall. right when you walk in , an arm is slug across your shoulder. flinching slightly at the unexpected touch , you turn to the side , coming face to face with Soap. “sheesh ! L.T. fucked you up.” his tone is teasing but you can see what looks to be… concern ? is his eyes. you wave him off , trying to tell him that it’s fine but your interrupted by a finger being pressed near the underside of your eye. “ow asshole ! what the fuck ?!” you swat at him just to get a giggle in response. shaking your head in exasperation , you grab a tray before grabbing whatever seems appetizing.
you start to walk in the direction of an empty table but are quickly stopped by Soap throwing his arm over your shoulder again. he leads you in the direction of his team , forcing you to sit between him and Gaz. Price is directly across from you , offering you a smile when he notices you walking over. Ghost sits to his left and when you notice him glancing at you , you send him a small smile.
you eat in silence , mostly. every so often you add something to their conversation but other than that your main focus is on eating.
you finish eating first but decide to stay sitting , thoroughly entertained with the petty argument that’s happening. “i’m just askin’ Captain ! if you were athletic , what sport would you play ?” it’s way too difficult to keep yourself from laughing but you manage. for now. “and i’m telling you , you muppet ! i am athletic !” that’s what breaks you , giggles spilling from your lips. you fold over , putting your forehead to the table to try and mask your laughter. hands coming up to cover your mouth. they keep arguing , not even paying attention to you.
trying to collect yourself , you lift your head , looking between Gaz and Price. you’re rewarded with the sly and teasing look on Gaz’s face and the fond annoyance on Price’s face.
a few more minutes pass before your standing with your tray in hand , giving them a short goodbye.
the rest of your day is normal. mainly filled with you in your room , catching up on some shows you enjoy.
the mission had gone to shit. you all got ambushed , and out of 5 total people , the only people still alive were you and Lieutenant Grant. “sit. down. you got shot-” you cut in quickly “grazed” but he just continues to talk over you. “you got shot. and ! and you dislocated your shoulder. sit. down.” you don’t listen. if someone pops up , you have to be quick enough to get to him. you won’t leave him behind. no matter what. you can’t. you lost enough people today already.
a crunch in the leaves draws you attention. whipping your head around , gun at the ready , you see a familiar skull mask emerge from the trees. sighing and relaxing your shoulders , you start to limp your way over to your lieutenant but your interrupted by Soap beating you too it. Grant’s quickly picked up and thrown over Soap’s shoulder , almost like a sack of potatoes.
Grant points towards you before he speaks, “don’t let them fool you , they got shot-” you interrupt again “grazed” but he just talks louder, “in the leg , they are not okay.” …snitch. you’re tossed over a shoulder as well , Ghost and Gaz did rock , paper , scissors to decide who had to carry you. Ghost lost. pouting as you relax your body , you fall into a half conscious state , almost asleep but still very alert.
it only takes around 30 minutes to get to the evacuation site. a helicopter sitting idle in the middle of a small clearing. you get set down in the grass , content with your feet finally under you again. you see Soap place Grant in one of the seats before starting to talk to the pilot. getting in and taking a seat next to Grant , you’re greeted by the pilot , introducing himself as Nikolai , as you start idle conversation.
the flight back is mostly uneventful. well except for you and Grant bickering. “you dislocated your shoulder ! put the fucking sling on !” he’s actively trying to wrestle you into the sling but you are not having it. “no ! i told you , i relocated it ! stop it !” you’re slapping his hands away whenever they get too close to success. everyone else was just watching in amusement , silently agreeing to make sure you get to the infirmary and get treated.
when you touch down it’s like a hurricane of movement , medical personnel standing at the ready , waiting. they’re quick to move Grant onto a gurney and wheel him away to the med bay.
you’re silent as you walk away , almost making it away before a hand is placed on your shoulder. “where ya goin’, kid ?” when you look back you see its Price , brows furrowed in concern. “…the med bay” the way your eyes dart around tell him that you’re probably not being truthful. “hm , well i’ll walk ya” he pats your shoulder before giving you a gentle nudge forward. being true to his word and following you to the med bay.
he leaves once he sees you getting treated. you got scolded by your nurse , a lot. she really didn’t like when you told her you popped your shoulder back in place while on the field. you could see her physically restrain herself from hitting you.
you got some painkillers , some random antibiotics to prevent infections , and some anti inflammatory pills , and got told to take the painkillers as needed and the others everyday for 2 weeks. she even put you in a splint , much to your displeasure. you also were told that you may need physical therapy but she could only be sure when you were fully healed.
making your way back to your room , you grab your shower essentials and drop off everything you don’t actively need.
showering is difficult. your shoulder didn’t hurt earlier but now it’s throbbing. the process goes by slow due to you only being able to use one hand but you get the job done. all you want to do is sleep so that’s what you do when you get back to your room. you don’t wake up for at least 5 hours and once you do , you only have 45 minutes before the mess hall closes.
you’re up in a hurry , not even bothering to put on shoes , you had your socks on. you practically throw your door open , starting to make your way out the door before you’re greeted with a large brown paper bag. inspecting it , you find both your first and last name on the bag so you decide to open it. what you see definitely surprises you. it’s fast food , and somehow still warm.
bringing the bag into your room , you miss the two pairs of eyes that follow you. them silently fist bumping in victory when they see you take it.
you end up deciding to just eat the food that magically showed up. not wanting to bother with the mess hall when you’d only have like 40 minutes anyways. and besides , it’d be a waste to not eat it.
you fall back to sleep after eating , warm and content.
i’m definitely continuing this
