Heart of the war. [Smii7y x Reader]

Fifty Eight❗

A silent ride in the chopper aided in making the battle plan. They didnt have one.

"So uh..we really came out here without a plan?" Simon started conversation awkwardly, fastening his toolbelt a little.

"So yeaaah. Big boy didnt come up with one!" Charly sighed, giving a sarcastic thumbs up.

"Id say we find price and eliminate him. Whatever hes done is too much, beyond a reasonable amount." Farah concluded.

"..i think itd be better to hold off on the jailbreak. We could die easily." Charly asked, farah nodded in agreement before they looked at Simon.

"I agree." He said, still awkward as ever.

They hopped out the helo, arriving at mint in airport. No one dared to shoot them-- or maybe there wasnt anyone around.

"I feel like theres something missing." Charly huffed, inspecting her guns. She sported the 12 round Fennec, and a riot shield.

"I feel like we dont know something we shouldnt." Charly added, unable to think of what could satisfy her hunch.

"The tunnels." Simon muttered, ashamed.

"I helped him dig the tunnels. We are standing over one right now." Simon spoke firmly, moving the two women out of the way.

He put down about the motherlode of C4's into an area right by the bottom of the stairs in mint while he ushered everyone out of the building.

He clicked the button about 5 times, hearing the massive explosion take place.

"Fuck!"

"Who was that?"

"Heres here!"

"MOVE!" Simon yelled through gritted teeth, not of anger or frustration.

Charly was the first to bolt forward, the fastest on her feet, jumping down the tunnel like it wasnt dangerous; thankfully it wasnt.

Simon and farah charged after her, following her in the narrowily built tunnels, simon knowing it like the back of his hand.

"Left!" Simon held them off, saying the wrong direction on purpose. And like a moth drawn to the flame, Price came bounding out from the tunnel to the right.

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"Got you."

"Not so fast."

"Ssst, FUCK!" simon clutched his stomach, writhing in pain. He dropped to his knees.
Blood pooled below him, staining his clothes a dark red.
A ballistic knife, lodged in his intestines.

"Why..?"

"You were to obey to my order." Price spat on ghosts mask.

"Simon!" A lovely voice called out to him, as if it were an angels, he smiled. Blood gushed out of his mouth. The knife lodged into his stomach wasnt helping.

Rummaging through her supplies, Charly pulled out a stim, filled with blue stimulant. She stabbed him in the chest with it, injecting it into him with a certain speed.

"..guah!" Simon gasped for air, coming back to life. The knife had unlodged itself and was sitting on the ground below, out of his intestines.
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"Youre the most beautiful fucking angel i just saw what the fuck." Simon declared rather loudly.

"Flattering, get up big boy. Johnny boy got away." Charly sneered at her last words.

"As much as i'd hate to break what romantics you guys are, indeed price did flee."

"Fuck."