Modern Warfare: Ghost x OC

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Time slows down; being in complete darkness makes me lose any sense of reality. I sobbed until there were no tears to shed now I'm left with stained cheeks and my thoughts.

As I'm about to doze off, I hear screeching tires that shake me away. Only a few seconds later gunshots ring out in all directions. My captors yell out obstinacies in Spanish and return fire. My ears flinch at the sheer volume of the commotion. Whoever is attacking brought high-capacity weapons to the fight, not the average handgun.

Unable to free myself from the binds, I shout at the top of my lungs. I beg for my life knowing that a bullet could go through the walls and hit me. Heart-pounding nervousness takes over and all I can do is pray this ends soon.

Through all the chaos, I notice footsteps at the door. My shaking hands grip the ropes anticipating the stranger's next move. Forcefully an unknown man kicks the wooden frame down. Standing over six feet tall, a soldier wearing a skull mask approaches me.

In pure disbelief, I glance at the United Kingdom flag on his uniform, "You're British?" I stutter. 

"Come on, I'm gonna take you to safety" he begins cutting off the restraints.

My heart rate gradually lowers once I realize what's happening. He's a part of a rescue team, but I'm still somewhat confused that he isn't an American soldier. I didn't think there were European military forces in Mexico.

"I'm lieutenant Ghost, with task force 141. We were sent to bring you home" he introduces himself once the gunfire ceased.
I nod my head, completely speechless. Still in war mode, The armed soldier hurries me outside, all while staying alert for possible danger.

A black armored vehicle awaits us, with three other soldiers inside. "Tell HQ we secured the package" Ghost says to one of his teammates after helping me into the backseat.

Under the cover of night, the truck pulls off. Riding at high speeds through the back roads of the small Mexican town. I look back, as we leave the dead bodies of my captors behind. The word relief wouldn't even begin to explain the feeling.

Team 141 converse amongst themselves, speaking with military codes I don't understand. The man over the radio, whom they called General Shepherd, is the head of the operation. He's American, judging by his accent. I wonder if he's connected to my father somehow. The military was speedy in their reaction, I'm sure my family had to pull some strings for that to happen.

I let out a huge sigh, thankful to be alive but the nightmare isn't over yet. The rest of my family could still be in danger.

"Did they hurt you?" Ghost checks my body for any marks or bullet wounds.

I downright ignore his question, and instead frantically beg for the truth, "Where are my parents? please tell me they're alive" all I can think about is my mom and dad. Their fate could be worse than mine.

He rests his large hand on my shaking shoulder, "They're safe Mia. You were the only target" he unexpectedly says my name. I never told him what it was but I guess the military shares that type of intel.

"Why?" I furrow my brows.

"We aren't sure, that's all being investigated. Just hang tight, we're almost to the drop-off spot. It should only take about forty minutes" the driver interrupts us, they call him Soap. A strange nickname but somehow it's fitting.

After being on the road for a while, the soothing engine sound rocks me asleep like a lullaby. It's a much-needed snooze, my body couldn't go any further. It's been nearly twenty-four hours since the last time I had proper shuteye.

"Mia, wake up" Ghost pats my head, which lays peacefully in his lap.

His husky British accent brings me back to consciousness, and instantly my eyes shoot open. Embarrassed by it all, I quickly lift my head away from him. I don't remember falling asleep in that position.

"There's been a change of plan, the base is compromised. We can't take you there" he brings me up to speed.

"Compromised?" I wipe the tiredness from my eyes. My brain can hardly process the words coming from his mouth.

"The cartel is causing trouble, we would be walking into a war zone but don't panic you'll be safe with us" Soap tries to keep the situation calm.

"I can't believe this shit" I throw my head back and roll my eyes.

"We're heading to a safe house, a few cities over. We'll be away from the fighting" he explains, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. 

Anger builds deep down but I bury it. It's not their fault, I look out the window and up at the stars to distract myself. In my line of sight, I peek at Ghost. He's still wearing that mask, "Why do you wear that thing?" I ask. 

"It's an added layer of protection, I don't wanna be easily identified. It's not because I'm ugly, quite the opposite actually" he answers in a flat tone. I can't tell if he's being serious or not, classic British humor.

"Makes sense," I go along with it. 

"Maybe you should go back to sleep" the Mexican soldier on the other side of me suggests. He's been quiet this whole time but I'm sure they referred to him as Alejandro earlier.

The whole team of four burst into a fit of laughter. Despite the circumstances, they find a way to have a good time. Regardless I'm not amused, "sorry if I'm annoying you with all my questions. It's not like I was just kidnapped or something" I sarcastically reply then forcibly shut my eyes.

The men continue cracking jokes although I try to nod off again. Being stuck in a car with them is like being on a road trip with frat bros.