Tough Lover(s)

Chapter 1

No one knew of Captain Price's home life or really any personal information about him. Other than he had a kid that he didn't really talk to that much anymore, everything else remained a mystery. He wasn't very vocal about it, not that anyone should be with their profession. Too many risks, it was a weak spot, something enemies would take and destroy to get information.

But somehow, someway, they found you and they planned to do just that.

It had been about two days now, your captors telling you that they hadn't received any intel which meant it was time to kill you. You were useless to them. Your father apparently hadn't reached out, his job once again too important to even save his only flesh and blood. Really, could you blame him? It was all of America or you, one person against millions. The choice was clear.

You had already had it in your head, this was your fate, as they dragged you to a room, a room that you saw a young man being placed in the other day, then a gunshot, and he was pulled out again, only this time he stared at you with lifeless eyes. Looking away was the only thing you could do at the time, tears falling but otherwise no sign of terror on your face. Now it was your turn. The two men grabbing at you had their faces covered just like the rest of them, they looked at each other then threw you onto the chair, strapping you down and placing a gag in your mouth. You were sobbing now, completely unaware until a muffled cry left you.

It was your time.

You were going to die for your father's job, for America.

You shut your eyes as the man pulled out his gun.

The sound of gunfire in the hallway alerted the two soldiers, sharing another look before opening the door they had shut behind them a moment before. There was deafening silence now, they walked forward, stepping out together before they were shot down without a moment of hesitation. Four men walked in, two of them masked while the other two showed their faces.

The tallest one, a balaclava covering his whole face minus two eye holes immediately came over to you along with one of the men whose face was showing, his hair cut into a mohawk, they began making quick work of getting you untied, finishing it before you had a second thought. You ripped the gag out yourself and threw it aside.

"Who are you?" You asked immediately, all of them turning towards you a moment later.

"I'm Ghost, your dad sent us," the skull-faced one spoke, then mounted his gun on the door crevice and shot down the hall. His accent was strong and given any other scenario, it would've been attractive.

"Of course he would send people, couldn't fucking do it himself," you grumbled, denying help from the giant of a man and standing up on shaky legs. You brought your hands up to your face, wiping away the still escaping tears and snotty nose.

"That's a lotta hostility for such a small body," the mohawk-ed guy laughed, crossing his arms. You shot him a side eye as you rolled your neck and tried to adjust your limbs back to how they were before you were very rudely kidnapped.

"Obviously you don't know my father very well."

"Actually, we know him fairly well. We never knew he had a daughter, though," the hispanic man replied, peeking out into the hallway and motioning everyone out as he stepped into the space.

"Good, wish it could've stayed like that," your voice had an edge to it that didn't go unnoticed by the men, but they stayed silent.

No more words were spoken as you were led through the facility that you had been held captive at, closing your eyes and hiding behind the tall one when they had to shoot people down. Once you were outside, you were brought into a helicopter with all of the men, sitting down and wrapping your arms around yourself. Balaclava man brought you a blanket and bent down to your height, wrapping it around you.