Crazy Over You ~ Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

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Everyone scrambles into the nearest jeep and Price starts it, and instantly gets to driving, fastly. The hour-long drive turned into a half-hour one, and it was quiet and tense. He was angry, scared even. Arriving at the big building of the area Soap was sent to, everyone gets out, instantly rushing to the front doors. Drawing your weapon as Price and Ghost knock through the doors, the enemies at watch instantly fire at your team and you guys reciprocate the fire, eliminating all 5 of them.

You and Gaz sweep the left side of the first story while the captain and Ghost sweep the right, calling it clear as nothing was found, no sign or trace of Soap, worry flowing through your brain. 

This is fucked, you thought. 

Price and Ghost motion you and Gaz over to a staircase, leading to the next level. 

"He has to be here," Price gruffly whispered. Shit, you hoped he was - alive. Ghost leads the way up the staircase, keeping his gun drawn. The rest of you follow behind him, but as you get to the next level, you hear groans of pain, but they're speaking Spanish.

You aim your gun at the men on the floor, who seem to be bleeding out. "Vete a la mierda!" they rasped as they groaned in pain. (fuck off!). "Él los matará a todos..." (he will kill them all...)

You, of course, didn't speak Spanish, so you have no clue what the fuck they're saying. Neither did the rest of the 141. Price spat at them, degrading them in their injured state before pointing a pistol to their heads, putting them out of their misery. "Fuckin' rats."

This time, everyone separates to look for Soap around the next level, which seemed less spacious compared to the first floor, mostly containing empty rooms, cabinets, and a few desks. You kneel to a few blood spatters on the floor, leading to a room. Underneath the desk, you found one of Soap's dog tags covered in blood. "Guys!" you yelled in a hushed tone. 

Ghost and Price came rushing in, walking over to you.

"I found a... dog tag of his," you muttered, sadly. 

"Fuckin' hell, we gotta be close," Price complained, growing more frustrated as he gestured everyone to come along, to go up. 

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A bad feeling rushes through you, sinking your gut. Carefully approaching the next, hopefully last, level. You all come face to face with a strange man who seemed to be an officer, alone.

Everyone readies their weapons, as the guy walks towards you all fearlessly, somehow calm with 4 guns pointed at him. He laughed lowly and hoarsely, with a thick Spanish accent. "If it isn't Captain Price and his..." he tsks, looking everyone over before looking at you up and down with a disgusting look in his eye. "Taskforce... 141."

Price shoves the barrel of his gun into the guy's temple. "Where is he?!" he demanded.

"Who?" the man laughed, throwing his arms in the air. "Your little jabón?" (soap)

Price took the barrel of the gun and whipped the guy in the head. Your trigger finger reinforced itself on the trigger as well as the others did.

"Well... I'd love to tell you," he mocked in a caring tone. "Give me something I want, and I will find out for you."

"Fuck that," Ghost spat, finally speaking up. "Where is he?"

The man laughed. You were sick of his fucking laughing, if your face didn't tell it for you, you hated this man already. If it wasn't for the fact he might have important intel, you would have already blown his brains out. Time was ticking, we didn't have time for games. "Come, come, I tell you what you need to know... For one small thing..."