"In front of me, really?" you mutter, sitting back on your chair as they passed around a thin folder.
"What?" Price says, watching as Alejandro passes the file to Keegan.
"I can see my name on it" you point out as Keegan flips it around to check your accusations.
"She's right" he says with a chuckle.
"Right." Price says clearing his throat. "Well, we never got to read you forms and so, here we are" he says, gesturing to it as Keegan passes it along to Soap.
"What does it say?" you ask sitting up. You had only been required to fill few forms to join, most questions were basic. It was more agreeing to terms and conditions other than getting information.
There was a curiosity to see what the file held; at this place the file was pretty much who you were. It wasn't supposed to be filled with detail and excruciating facts and backstories, simple known intel of ones ID.
"Few things and so on" Price says vaguely.
You furrow your brows, frowning slightly as you watch Soaps eyes move back and forth along the pages. "Let me have a look" you mutter, holding a hand out to Soap.
He went to pass it to you before it was snatched from his fingers by Ghost. You attempted to grab it back, failing miserably. He was a quick reader, skimming the pages with narrowed eyes. His face gave no signs as to what it said.
He tossed it across the table towards you and you picked it up, opening the thin card to see your information. Dates and details about your skills and legal terms. Nothing odd, few reports from your past Captains in the lower ranks.
Other observations of your communication on mission and how you handle certain situations. You noted few simple statements from Captains and Majors you'd been assigned under, most commenting on your solo performance compared to your group missions.
What laid blank was the references, camps and training schools. You were taught throughout your life, that's why they kept you back despite your known skills. The uncertainty of having no listed training.
You put it down on the table with a shrug, wasn't anything to pay attention to.
You looked about, the table was covered in separate paperwork and documents from everyone in the team. Using the meeting room together for open discussion, allowing you and your peers to connect intel and piece together work.
Although the conversation wasn't always work related you embraced the change, it was hard enough working in silence, often you'd just listen to music and end up getting distracted.
But the team would chat and have the usual idiotic banter between themselves. It didn't seem like it was anything new to them, but for you it was.
The windows were open, letting in the warm breeze that contrasted with the hot sun. You sat beside Soap and Ghost, working on your assessment files.
Things had started to get easier, understanding the requirements and fulfilling them to a controlled extent.
You had found the days breezy, passing quickly with the company of the team. Never really left to dwell on yourself, something you accepted with open arms.
Even in the cafeteria you were sure to find one of them, walking around base someone would fall into step beside you and even in the office, small knocks that grabbed your attention.
Majority of them asking if you'd like to join in on something, do some training together, watch Soap and Keegan argue for the fifth time that day.
It didn't matter what it was, all that mattered was you were finally feeling something other than dull.
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Ghosts Broken Mask
Fanfiction'You heard it. The soft crying of a male and you knew who it was. Ghost, your Lieutenant. It was coming from the closet in the HQ hallways. His intimidating and harsh demeanor you'd always known had vanished as you heard his sobs. Hours earlier in...
