Ghosts of War | CoD - MW

Chapter 3.

The day seemed endless and there was really nothing to do. But Kimberly didn't complain. Just being somehow free and able to feel the fresh air made everything so much better. Soap and Gaz had left into the forest several hours ago, and they hadn't returned to the safe house yet. Price and Alejandro both left about an hour ago to scout the area as well, but they had promised to not be gone for long. Kimberly could only hope that was true, because it wasn't so fun spending your day with a grumpy soldier who preferred to stay away from her.

The only two remaining at the house were Kimberly and Ghost, but they were each to their own. Which was for the best. Ghost had disappeared somewhere behind the safe-house after Kimberly had tried to express her worry about her brother and Gaz being gone for so long.
Kimberly on the other hand still sat on the stairs by the porch. Her gaze had been on the forest line all day, waiting patiently for her brother to come back. He had been gone for five hours, and worry had filled every inch of her body, but she remained calm. She just wanted to know that he was safe. Fully aware of what the cartels men were capable of doing, she didn't want him out there. She didn't want anyone out there.

The sun had almost fallen below the horizon and deep shadows had begun casting themselves over the landscape, swallowing everything into darkness. Kimberly managed to hear the sounds of footsteps and voices from further down the forest. She smiled as she stood up, but something immediately felt wrong. Her smile turned into a frown as the hairs on her neck raised. She focused her hearing, her hand gripping the railing tightly.
The footsteps were too cautious, the voices hushed down. They wanted to be quiet. They didn't want to alert anyone. These people weren't American, but sounded Mexican. This was the cartel's men. They had to be.

-"There! It's the girl!"
Kimberly spun around as soon as she heard a gunshot, her feet moving as fast as they could towards the door. The bullet flew right through the door frame, leaving splinters. The bullet missed her head by just an inch or two. Kimberly screamed as she yanked the door open ran inside. She slammed the door shut, hurrying to the back of the safe-house. She threw herself down onto the hard floor, feeling the panic rising within her. She covered her head, hearing more bullets being fired off and hitting the old wooden house.

A lot of wooden pieces flew around inside the house, the bullets flying wildly and rapidly. Kimberly crawled over to the nearest bag with a desperate need, which was hers bag. She ripped it open and glared inside, but then she remembered. All hope left her in that second.
-"Fuck!" Kimberly shouted, seeing that the bag was empty. They grabbed her guns earlier because they didn't think it was safe enough. She didn't have anything to protect herself with now. Kimberly looked around with huge eyes, her breathing heavy. Her mind was going haywire, trying to come up with a logical solution. "I am not dying today! What should I fucking do?"

The bullets died down suddenly, and Kimberly looked around. This was her chance. Suddenly the backdoor flew open by a powerful kick. Kimberly prepared herself to stare death in the eyes when she looked over, but she exhaled with relief. Ghost glared at her as he got down on his knees. He glanced at the several hundred bullet holes in the wall behind Kimberly. He was now fully aware that these people were not playing around. They would have to make a run for it. Immediately. Kimberly surely knew something she wasn't supposed to know, because this was war.

-"Biscuit, I need you to crawl over here," Ghost ordered, expecting a new round of bullets to come flying any second. He was surprisingly calm, his voice steady. He didn't know why he called her by her previous codename. She wasn't a soldier anymore, but maybe she'd actually listen if he used it. Because she seemed to be in a state of panic and he didn't like it. Panic got people killed, and she couldn't die. Kimberly got up on her feet and began running, desperate to get out. "Crawl, Sergeant! Don't get up!"