You're an annoying little bug.

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Cry Me A River- Crypto

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Very few things got on Ghost’s nerves when he was focused on overwatch duty. He was a weapon, an extension of the rifle in his arms. His belly pressed into the rocks and his back baked under the Kandahar sun. The sweat sticking his mask to his face went unnoticed. A scorpion had walked by an hour ago and he ignored it; it ignored him back. For all the world outside his scope knew, he was just another sun-baked rock in the desert.

His eye tracked the rotation of the guards. In his ear, Soap and Gaz traded barbs over comms. His canteen had gone empty two hours ago, but he wasn’t going to budge. He had a job to do.

Buzz.

Ghost ignored the hum of something with wings flapping and buzzing nearby. Another desert insect, probably something with a stinger, surely. Maybe a bird. He didn’t even blink - just watched a guard scratch his balls through the scope while Soap told the joke about the cow for the fourth time.

Buzz. Buzz buzz. Flap.

He ignored the bug-bird-whatever as it flapped near his head, then battered off his shoulder as if it couldn’t tell he wasn’t a rock. Or maybe it could, and it was just annoyed with him for existing. Either way, Ghost didn’t move other than to blink under the drape covering his head and shoulders.

The buzzing and pestering and squeaking persisted for another fucking hour before he couldn’t take it anymore. After making sure no one was looking up at the ridge he was perched on, Ghost moved quickly. He snatched up his canteen, opened it, and snatched the little creature out of the air with a hiss of annoyance.

“Fuckin’ pest,” he muttered. He clapped the cap back on and settled again in his hiding spot. Ghost tucked the canteen under his arm and promptly forgot about it as he picked up his rifle and nestled the scope against his eye again.

He didn’t give the little vermin in his canteen any thought again until he was back on base six hours and a helicopter ride later. He was doffing his gear, tossing things onto his bed, when the canteen made a little squeak as it bounced on his bed. He paused, vest half unbuckled, and looked at the empty (or rather, empty of water) canteen. Slowly, he picked it up. He gave it a tiny shake. The distinct sound of something being jostled inside made him scowl behind his mask.

“For ’s sake,” he grumbled, twisting the top. It probably wasn’t smart to open the container in his room, but he wanted to see what the thing was before he squashed it. But out of self-preservation, just in case it was a murder-winged-scorpion, he stopped. Ghost quickly looked around his sparse room, picked up a clear jar left over after Soap’s mum sent them all jam, and punched a few holes in the lid. Absurd.

With quick movements he unscrewed the canteen and tipped the creature into the jar, trapping it under the perforated lid. “Gotcha, you little bastard,” he muttered, twisting the jar shut. He lifted it for closer inspection.