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Part 7. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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Me, Ghost, and our team made our way to the target area. "This is Price. All Alpha soldiers deployed. How copy?" His voice was staticky, but clear enough to understand.

"Copy, visual on the target area. Pushing our way ahead," Ghost responded through the walkie-talkie as we continued our advance, stealthy and steady.

I saw the buildings ahead, soldiers guarding around them. My heart beat faster with each step closer. The silence was oppressive, only the wind and our footsteps in the grass breaking it.

Ghost, slightly ahead, signaled for us to take cover behind the broken brick walls. We quickly complied, waiting for his orders, but another voice interrupted.

Gunfire erupted, turning into an unrelenting barrage.

"Shit, they spotted us!"
One of the Alpha soldiers shouted through the walkie-talkie, his voice panicked.

"Alpha, what's going on?"
Ghost peeked over the wall, gripping his gun tighter, frustration evident.

"We're taking heavy fire!"
The soldier shouted as the gunfire grew louder.

"Price, it's Ghost. We need backup,"
Ghost called out, but there was no response, just static.

"Price, you copy?"
Ghost tried again, still nothing.

"Fuck!"
Ghost slammed his fist into the wall, causing it to shake. He was mad, and that was clear to see. I don't blame him.

"Hold tight, we're pushing up ahead,"
Ghost instructed Alpha, trying to remain calm.

"We'll clear the area for Hassan, then assist Alpha. Clear?" His voice was rougher, more determined.

"Roger,"
we all responded, nodding nervously.

"We sweep buildings three and two quickly, then clear building one,"
Ghost directed, pointing to the buildings. We agreed, grouped up, and fist-bumped.

We split up, Ghost and I taking building two, the others building three.

Ghost led the way through the long grass field, our footsteps nearly silent. He glanced back at me occasionally, ensuring I kept up.

A large rock near the building offered cover. Ghost motioned for me to follow him behind it.

"Don't get yourself killed, or I'll never forgive myself," Ghost panted, his breath visible in the cold air. His eyes, now revealed as he removed his night vision, were filled with fear and determination.

"Well, don't I have the most feared man on the field on my side? How could I possibly die?"
I joked, trying to lighten the mood, giving him a reassuring look.

"You never know, Y/n..."
Ghost paused, his eyes boring into mine. The tension was palpable.

"Let's move forward,"
he broke the silence abruptly.

"Hm,"
I hummed in acknowledgment, steeling myself.

Fear gnawed at me, but I loved the thrill. It was what I lived for.