Assigned by Station Chief Kate Laswell, Case Officer Kiera Dutton is assigned to track and locate the missing American missiles as well as the threat of Quds Force Major Hassan Zyani. Befriending Ghost during her missions was not indeed part of her...
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The group returned to the safe house, Ghost wanting to desperately push everyone aside to get to her, but he knew he couldn't make it obvious, but a part of him didn't care anymore. He needed to know if she was alright.
"Watch the plates." Ghost warned Price as they entered the home, seeing that the lights were on and the long corridor that led to where he was sure Kiera was. Alejandro walked up to greet them, Ghost's eyes immediately going to the bloodstains that were on his shirt. Her blood.
"How is she?" Soap asked him.
He sighed, "Pretty rough, Hermano. This way."
They all followed the Colonel through the corridor, opening up the double doors to reveal a workbench-type table, Kiera sitting in one of the chairs, weakly holding her vape pen to her lips. Thank God, they didn't take it from me, she thought, releasing a long drag, knowing damn well she needed it. It was stained with her blood, her cracked knuckles grasping it as if it were her lifeline as the prints from the pads of her fingers stained the glass of water next to her. She was still yet to drink from it.
Ghost's heart sank and his fists clenched, suddenly wishing it was him that found her, knowing he'd kill those Shadows a hundred times over knowing they touched her. Soap was astonished as well, not able to take his eyes off her battered face. If he didn't recognize her by how she smoked or sat, he wouldn't know who she was.
Her blonde hair was matted in the back from Graves' grasp, some strands still sticking to her face as the blood acted as a bonding agent. She hadn't looked their way as she was still stunned by the attack, thankful that she was still alive.
"How are you feeling, señora?" Alejandro asked as Ghost and Soap followed him, Price and Gaz soon joining after relieving their tension with a much-needed drink. And a bloody cigar, Price thought.
She exhaled another puff of smoke, looking his way with half-lidded eyes, her right fully swelled shut, "Like I just left the fucking spa."
Her sarcastic remark caused Alejandro to chuckle as he admired her attitude. Soap couldn't take his eyes off of her damage, wondering how she was still conscious, but he could tell she was in throbbing pain. Ghost was still silent, desperately fighting the urge to tend to her like he would if they were home, but he knew he couldn't. Not now, anyway.
"Jesus Christ..." Price muttered as he entered the room, taking a good look at her.
"You need to drink that water, señora. And eat something."
"It's fine," She sighed, slowly and steadily standing to her feet, reminding Soap of a newborn fawn. "I'm going to go lay down."
She inhaled another drag, making eye contact with Soap before speaking, aiming her exhale towards the ground to avoid blowing the smoke in Soap's face, "You should see the other guy," She whispered to him before her gaze turned to Alejandro. "What doesn't kill us, Alejandro-" She began to say regarding the popular saying.
