『"They call her '𝒴𝑒𝓊𝓇𝒾' or say she's one."』✰
『"Why?"』
『"Because you can't see her, she's a ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ.』✰
Started on: 14 /05/23
REWRITTEN ON: 27/10/23
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Yeuri The name of a calm female Ghost, who can be aggressive when triggered.
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"Damn it, we're running out of time," Ghost hissed, his voice tinged with annoyance as he hoisted the lifeless body onto his shoulder. He couldn't help but roll his eyes internally at the inopportune timing of this situation. The surge of adrenaline sent his heart into overdrive, and he begrudgingly set off on what he considered an inconvenient sprint.
The battlefield was sheer chaos, the cacophony of gunfire and explosions grating on his last nerve. Bullets whizzed past like an unwelcome pest, and the impact of shells into the ground felt like an annoying reminder of the relentless turmoil. Amidst this bedlam, Ghost could feel his patience wane, but he continued to carry Yeuri.
She dangled like a sack of bricks, an annoyingly heavy burden that his exhaustion only intensified. Each step was a test of his tolerance, and he couldn't help but find himself irritated by the unceasing demands of the moment. The battle noises, once thunderous, now played second fiddle to his rasping breath and pounding heart.
The path forward remained fraught with perils, and Ghost's sense of annoyance only grew. He clung to Yeuri, determined to survive this chaotic whirlwind despite the less than ideal circumstances.
Yeuri's ghostly pallor and her disconcerting lack of response continued to be a thorn in Ghost's side, even as he grappled with the challenge of carrying her through the battlefield. Her body was drenched, a combination of water and blood, and her strained breathing provided the only semblance of life from her limp form in his arms. The cacophony of gunfire and explosions reverberated off the nearby structures, with bullets narrowly missing him as he skillfully weaved through the chaos.
His muscles burned with the strain of each step, making every move an arduous undertaking. The irritation of the situation was palpable, but Ghost was unyielding in his determination not to let her slip from his grasp.
In the wake of their tumultuous retreat, Soap and Alejandro trudged along, the remnants of water dripping from their saturated forms and forming a dark trail in their wake. "LT, I see a vehicle," Soap's voice cut through the turmoil. Ghost's own struggles had left him on edge, but he managed to respond tersely, "Let's move!"
Alejandro raced toward the driver's side, while Soap, with more care than Ghost's own patience allowed for, opened the car door and helped Ghost ease Yeuri inside. Ghost's annoyance continued to smolder, though the urgency of their mission was undeniable. He climbed into the car, shutting the door with more force than necessary. Forcefully, he laid Yeuri down, his examination of her for any wounds tinged with frustration. His hands glided over her waterlogged body, unwittingly staining the car's cream-colored upholstery with traces of blood. Though vexed, Ghost remained resolute in his mission to save Yeuri.
