#cod slowburn

A Private in a Kortac camp is the bane in Ghost's side, but he can't just let them get picked on.

TW: Age gap, power imbalances, bullying, war y'know, Cursing

Y/N: A private hoping to be in Demolitions, and has the callsign Soot.

The task force was deployed and the humid coast of some random country, at this point they didn't even care, they just wanted to get out of the heat. It was some militant group that possibly had connections to Makarov, or so says the informant. The flight in was already rewarded with fire-fight as they hastily landed running to a meeting ground.

Thick jungles greeted them with vines and tall tree roots tripping their tired legs. The safe house was a mile or so still away and they were meeting with a private military group, and the 141 was already well aware that they were not gonna have a nice walk ahead of them.

Simon watched as gun fire came over head.

"Get FUCK'NG DOWN" cried out from Soap, scared shitless from the break in silence.

The men booking for cover, guns in hand as the creep through the thicker brush. The bramble kept quiet as they followed through the tree-lines, men march in the opposing direction fire warning shots once more.

"stay on the goddamn ground," Price hastily whispers, as they pass by the caravan of militants. The shots come each hour before they are finally fade.

The 141 was tired, injured and had another quarter mile to go by nightfall. The walk became easier as the heat subsided, the lights of the forests aided them to a small village near a riverbed.

Simon was exhausted the heat and his mask was always a hell and this was no way planned. He walked with Price as they reached the safe house, meeting with KorTac. Their presence was a nice surprise as König patted Simon's shoulder. Despite his height he was eerily quiet, the debrief was short and sweet.

-Invade the militant facility

-Take the Top men for intel

-Contain all weapons.

An easy enough goal for Kortac but for the 141 this week had told them it'd be way harder than that.

"Ah, you will be fine, das being said we will take the weapons."

König spoke softly, but the agreement for the arrangement was just that. S.A.S get the men, and Kortac keeping anything that isn't evidence. Price decided that it was enough, sending the taskforce to clean up.

The town was crawling with Kortac, if it wasn't for the shops and children one would think it was a base. Simon walked to the house, Gaz and Soap was already there by the way they ran off when Price spoke. Simon shook his head, taking in a light breeze, a rarity for his luck. As he just barely relaxed his shoulders a thud hit him.

A scruffy private who looked like they had just been a yard from a grenade stood against him. Ash and mud all over your clothes, looking up at his hulking form. The damn day couldn't get any better.

Some corporals laughed on the porch of one of the buildings along the road at the sight. Two walking over to help the Private evade the wrath of Ghost.

"Hey Big guy, forgive Soot here. Poor kid is clueless to their surroundings." One of the men speak as he leaned on your shoulder, the other behind you.

"Yeah, like a bull in a china shop y'know." The other speaks patting you other arm.

You wince out a smile, as if that will make an apology better. Ghost's onyx eyes staring through your core. If it weren’t for you nearly getting blown up an hour ago, you'd think you were in some kind of comic book dream.

"Sorry, Sir. I am a mess."

You take the shame that your higher ups handed to you, hanging your head as Ghost shoves past you. His night already to long for this.

You nearly slipped in the mud of the riverbed as he moved along. The men outranking leave you as you try to head back to your barrack hall. One of many for the small town, rooming with some local forces and other Kortac.

Simon finally got to the safehouse, pleasantly surprised by the quarters. Soap and Gaz already laid asleep on the couch and mattress in the living room. Simon was lucky for the first mission in months to get his own room. Heading off to the bathroom to rinse off the sweat and dirt. The ice cold water hit his back, the layers of grime rinsing off. His buzz-cut growing in as he took in the water, it was a blessing.

When he finally hit the bed, life was good again. Trying to ignore the yells from drills outside and the buzz of insects outside his window. The lone fan in his room worked overtime that night.

The crack of dawn came, and thus the boys of 141 had to join for rounds. Politeness of Price's part, and hope to gain more info from the KorTac troops.

Simon tasked with babysitting the privates, Price attempted to keep him from overheating like a few days prior. Something that now more apparent as he stalks the group from the shade. You wouldn't of thought anything about your higher ups being gone, that was common for you at least. Though the man who looked like a nightmare incarnate staring daggers at your squad from the shadows is less than ideal.

You’re off on one of the porches, hoping to avoid the glare. While the rest of your group finishes tasks that were meant for yesterday. Due to some chaos with the Militant caravan, you had to run and keep guard of the armory. Still rattled from when a land mine blew while running to position.

"Soot, 'mere kid." One of the older soldiers yell out. You follow orders, running into one of the corporals from last night.

"Sir, what seems to be the matter?" You ask, aware of the eyes from the shadow watching.

His eyes narrowed, as if debating his next move. Before you could excuse yourself, Ghost stood beside him.

"Problem?" The man's voice was like gravel. He was clearly annoyed as he stood in the sun.

"Nope, just was checking in with some of the new guys." He lied through his teeth before running off.

"Sorry sir, I won't let that happen again." You spoke softly, still uneasy. The harassment from them was a common occurrence for you, but of course this poor guy didn't need to save you.

Simon stared down at you shrugging, looking back at where the man had ran off too.

Odd

He sighed, sulking back to his shade as you continued to the group's task.

He made note of the officer, as he watched over. He knew what it was like to be the new guy on the station.

The night came, the men began setting up camera's for their stake out. The intel claimed a local leader was going to be meeting with the militant group. The men had to ensure to replace the envoy, and ideally go in the easy way.

The quiet jungle was uneasy as the men surveyed through cameras and the radios of the local men who did patrol flickering in every so often to report animals.

"Soot, go check on them british boys." Corporal yelled as you walked to the mess hall.

You knew if you disobeyed him, you'd be up for court-martial or even solitude. You hung your head walking to the men's quarters, knowing either way your screwed.

The silence broke with a knock on the door. Simon opened the door, you stood before him.

Eyes wide, and glossy, were you crying?

"What?" Annoyed he stood, trying not to scold you.

"My Corporal wanted me to check on you guys." Your voice shakes, knowing you'd been put up to this he sighs.

"Send food from the mess-hall, and you can come watch."

Why did he say that

You eyes light up at the thought, running to grab what you can.

"Ghost, What are ya thinking." Soap's voice comes from behind.