𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 || A Call of Duty OC Story ||

08 Headshot

Charlie slammed her head as the car hit the ground, making her extremely dizzy, too dizzy to even notice all the shit from the trunk that fell on top of her.

"Bail out! Bail out!" Alejandro shouted, Charlie looked around and heard gunshots, followed by two arms grabbing her and pulling her out from the trunk. "Charlie! Can you hear me?" Soap shouted, Charlie nodded a bit in her dizzy state and closed her eyes as Soap carried her into the building across from the gas station, "Charlie's out! She hit her head!" Soap said, laying her down behind a barrier on the roof and setting up his gun, ready to aim and fire it at people.

"Damnit, kid! Wake up!" Alejandro shouted as Charlie opened her eyes, she sat up slowly and gripped onto her aching head, she pulled her hand away and looked at it only to see crimson red liquid that came from her head.

"Shit, Charlie's bleeding, LT!" Soap shouts, "I'm fine," she said softly before grabbing a pistol from her holster and beginning to shoot at men.

"Charlie, you're wasting bullets," Ghost said, grabbing onto Charlie's arm as she slowly shook her head, "I've got it, Ghost," she said, blinking a few times in order to regain her vision.

"Shoot the gas tanks at the gas station, it'll help when the Shadows blow shit up," Ghost says, Charlie leaned against him for a bit of support as she continued to shoot, eventually leading for the Shadows to blow up the gas station.

"I'm under heavy fire here!" Soap shouted as Ghost got up to help Soap. "RPGs!" Ghost shouted, the loud bang of the RPG made her snap back into reality even more as she shot at the men carrying the RPGs, hitting a few with her gun.

"There she is! Welcome back, kid!" Alejandro laughed as he helped Charlie, who was very silent. Roldofo grabbed onto her and had her lay down, grabbing some meddle supplies from his sweatshirt pocket and wrapping a bandage around Charlie's head, trying to stop the bleeding.

"The kid, is she alright?" Keller called out to Ghost over the radio, "she's fine, just a little out of it," Ghost replied, Charlie exhaled heavily as Rodolfo kept her close to him, "come on, kid, don't pass out," he said as Charlie slowly nodded.

"That's what happens when you don't wear your seatbelt," Graves said, Keller looked at him with a disgusted look before continuing to assist.

This fight went on for several minutes, Charlie stayed on the floor with a throbbing head as the others continued to fight. By the end of the fight their ears were ringing and their adrenaline was pumping. Eventually the sound of a helicopter could be heard and group became relived.

"Ghost, Soap, Rudy, Charlie, we're leaving!" Alejandro shouted, Charlie slowly began to sit up as Soap came over and picked her up, holding her and bringing her to safety in the helicopter.

"Yee fuckin' haw, 3-1, great job," Graves said, "get that kid some medicine and some rest, ASAP," Grace said over the radio, "Keller, relax, it's not your kid, not your problem," Graves said, Grace shook her head and went back to work, ready to be off of the plane.

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Charlie opened her eyes and looked around, slowly sitting up and grunted in pain as she felt a stinging feeling in her head. "Morning, sleeping beauty," Soap said, walking over to her and sitting down next to her bed.

"Soap? Where am I?" She said softly, blinking a few times to steady her vision, "Las Almas base, Ghost took you here in order to get your head all fixed up," Soap said, "is it a concussion?" Charlie asked, Soap shook his head, "almost though, they said if you had hit your head a little bit harder it could've been one," he said.