Chalice of Revenge (Ghost X Ruby Laswell)

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"Fuck, stay with me Laswell!" A feel my body bounce up and down as Ghost runs. I knew it was him. But I couldn't respond. "We're going to find something somewhere."

The speed increases, the distant gunfire sounds, and the sounds of alarms are ringing through my ears. Was I dying?

"Talk to me, Laswell!" I can't, I just can't.

I try to move my fingers in an attempt to show I was alive, but my body felt as if it had been through a wood chipper.

"Hell," Ghost grumbles.

Within moments, the sounds from outside dull and the light shines through my closed eyes. He must have found a building.

My body is gently set down, my head resting against a corner of a wall. I slowly manage to open my eyes, seeing Ghost clear and sweep the room. I look down, seeing my suit soaked in blood.

"Soap, so you copy?" Ghost asks over his ear piece.

"Copy, Ghost Riley." Soap responds. "I'm hit."

"How bad?"

"Leg hit, I'll manage.." Soap groans.

"Meet us at the church, north. You're going to have to make your way through some Shadows. I called in air support." Ghost says.

"Copy that. Check in," Soap responds.

"Laswell," Ghost turns around, running towards me and locking the door to the building.

I look around, seeing high vaulted ceiling and pews.

"Where... are we?" I wince in pain as I try to adjust myself.

"A church. We have to keep cover until Soap gets here."

"Fuck," I look down at my hand, seeing new blood ooze out onto it.

"Red." I look up, seeing Ghost give me his warning eyes. "We need to remove..." he looks down at me, trying to finish his sentence.

"Just do what you have to do, Simon." I groan as I try to adjust myself.

I feel a sharp blade tug at my suit, the weight slowly lifting off of me. I hiss in pain as I look down. He tosses my ripped uniform behind him, leaning back.

"Bloody hell," he hisses. "Right in the area where the graze was."

I look down at my used to be white- blood soaked sports bra, and a steady trail of blood. Ghost reaches over, sliding the first aid kit and popping it open.

"This is going to sting." He looks to me, his eyes softer than I've ever seen before.

"Just do it," I tilt my head up, and within seconds the foaming pain makes me let out a yell as I kick my legs. A hand covers my mouth, my breathing starting to speed up. I look to Ghost as he applies pressure.

"You have to be quiet. The stab is fucking deep." He sighs as he releases his grip on my mouth, grabbing three packages of gauze and a body wrap.

He applies the gauze with pressure, and takes the body wrap around my body. He layers it several times, tightening it each time he went around. I pant as I sink down, my body feeling somewhat relieved from the pain. But it was still present. My eyes felt heavy, but I knew sleep was the enemy right now.

Ghost leans back next to me, adjusting his mask. I look to him, his eyes looking down at the small puddles of blood from carrying me in.

"You've seen a lot." I state as I look to him. His eyes meet mine, his expression softening.

"I've been a lot too, Laswell." He says straight.

"Am I talking to Simon or Ghost right now?"

He looks to me, his eyes fixated on mine. "Simon's dead," he says short.

"I don't think he is," I cough as I look down at my abdomen.

"I don't think Ghost would have the guts to strip me and clean a wound." I try to let out a small laugh, but fail to do so.

Ghost looks out into the distance, his gun laid at his side. "You need to rest before Soap gets here."

"Aye aye.." I wander off. My head lobs to my right, laying it directly on his shoulder. Instead of him squirming away as if I was some sort of disease, I feel his body suddenly tense up. "Thank you, Simon Ghost Riley."

Then everything went black.