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#SoapGhost SilenceoftheLambs!AU mentions violence and did
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Soap was on the assault course when his name was called across the field, a loud "MacTavish!!" That snapped him out of the near meditative state he took when pushed himself physically. Damn, he was about to set a PR too

He quickly smashed the thought down, jogging over to the man who had called him and wiping what sweat he could off his neck on the sleeve of his FBI academy sweatshirt
"Yes Sir?"
"Price wants you in his office, you're to head directly there."
That was all the man offered-

His message having been delivered.
Puzzled John gave him a nod, turning back the opposite way of the course to begin heading back to the academy.
John MacTavish was a third year student at Quantico's FBI training academy, an unlikely one that was making waves since his arrival

He was surprisingly intelligent with an aptitude for engineering and explosives, and currently held the record for the fastest dismantling of a homemade incendiary device by a third year student (simulated of course). He'd also earned the nickname 'Soap' for his efficiency-

In clearing out buildings as a team and solo. The only student in his grade that had more accolades was his best friend Kyle, the two having a friendly rivalry and always pushing eachother to the next limit.

All of this was to say that John was preparing for a successful career-

In the FBI once he graduated.

After a quick jog John waved at a few passerbys as he returned to the campus, jogging straight into the building without stopping.

What did Price want with him? Both John and Kyle had taken as many of the man's classes as they could when he was-

Teaching. John Price was a legend, he had worked on the most demented of cases, caught heinous criminals, and understood human nature moreso than anyone else at the FBI. He was semi-retired, teaching when things were calm but he would get brought on to cases as needed-

Ie. When things got /bad/.

Which was the current situation. Proce was currently working on a new serial case. And John couldn't help but wonder if he was being brought on as help even though he was a third year.

When he reached the office he was instructed to wait by -

Price's secretary, sitting awkwardly in thr plastic chairs on the outside. For the first time he realized how sweaty he was from the course and tried his best to clean up the best he could, trying eitj no avail to fix his drooping mohawk.

It didn't take long for Price to return-

Unlocking the door and holding it open, "John, glad you're Herr we can talk inside."

"Yes Sir," Soap quickly got to his feet and entered the office, the door closing behind them with a quiet click.

"You're probably wondering why you're here," Price began-

Settling behind his desk and pulling out a series of files. John simply nodded in response.

"I have a job for you, well... more like an interesting errand. We're conducting psychiatric profiles of some of the killers we have in captivity. Sort of an update if you will. New -

Data for us to study long term effects of psychosis. We're having trouble with a few of them and think that maybe sending in some fresh faces might help. After a while gotta change things up."

Soap nodded again, still confused. He hadn't been expecting this and it didn't-

Make much sense to him, why /he/had been selected for this?

"Of course sir, but can I ask why me? Garrick has more of a specialty in human behavior than I do, why not him?"

Price chuckled, passing the files over anyway, "Kyle is being brought aboard, you two have different-

Orders is all. Your's doesn't take well to behavioral analysis, which is why we want to try something new."

Soap felt his blood go cold as he accepted the file, not a single defining note on the blank manilla giving away anything to what could be inside.

"And... who exactly do you want me to speak to Sir?"

Price sat forward in his chair, fingers laced together on the desk,
"The Ghost"

Soap was frozen for a moment, the weight of this task settling in like a deadweight.

No one knew who the Ghost was, he'd burned his fingerprints and dental records had been inconclusive. What they /did/ know about him was he was responsible for the brutal murder of the Riley family, William, Margaret, Tommy, Simon, Beth, and baby Joeseph, as well as a therapist-

And several others in a spree killing that had got him caught. To this day they were still finding bodies that he may have been responsible for. There were rumors that he could drive men mad if you spent to long listening to him.

He was currently being kept in an institution, part of a deal that he made. The Ghost turned himself under the conditions that he could continue to wear the skull plate mask he bad been found wearing, and could be kept in isolation. In exchange he occasionally would give up-

Names or locations the FBI might have interest in.

Soap swallowed hard, "Sir does... this have anything to do with the Shadow Corporation case?"

It was a press to ask, but the curiosity got the better of him. It was the case Price was currently pulled back into the field on.

Over the past few weeks dozens of women had gone missing. At first they believed it to be a group of people but recently that theory had been debunked, the killer taunting the police so they knew he was one man. Still, the name had stuck regardless

"Do you think the Ghost knows something?"

Price shook his head, sighing slightly, "I wish that was the case son, would make my life alot easier. No this is just something the bureau wants done so they have the data for later when this nightmare is over."

"Right," Soap replied, fingers itching around the Manila folder, but for some reason he didn't dare to open it until he was back in his room.

"That's Ghost's case file, as well as the questionnaire. To be honest son, I don't expect him to talk to you. But we have to try."

"If he doesn't talk, just straight reporting John. How does he look, what does his cell look like, what do the staff have to say about his behavior. It's all useful information at the end of the day."

"Yes sir"

"Good lad. Now, here are your temporary badges. Your appointment is at 1400 hours, so you have time to get cleaned up and read over that file. I want your report on my desk Wednesday morning. You've been excused from your classes today, this is top priority MacTavish."

John rose to his feet, "Yes Sir, won't let you down."

He left the office after that, the file under his arm and the temporary tags feeling like bricks in his hands

"Special Agent John MacTavish"

It had a ring to it, he thought after a quick shower and a change out of-

Ratty sweats. He was towling off his hair as he stared at the file sat on the bed, mocking him in its simplicity.

It was with only a mild hesitation that he flipped open the first page, realizing how little time he had to mentally prepare to face the Ghost
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I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE this has been on my mind forever and this is so fucking self indulgent

Pls if there are typos you didn't see them

Should I keep on with this? I kinda have an idea for a whole fic but idek how much potential there is in my brainworm lol