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(please picture Ghost as wearing that on the mission)
"No, please.I told you everything I know. I cannot take it anymore" Y/nhalf-screamed. "Please stop". Her voice was weaker than shewanted, her cheeks red, fat tears rolling down. The men got out ofthe room, leaving her in the darkness.
She was stillhanging on that rope by her wrists.
Cuts andbruises all over her weak body, tortured for the past days. She wascovered in dried blood, her blood.
She knew theywere going to kill her. She had already suffered too much. At thispoint, she only wanted her sufferings to end quickly.
She wasthinking about her team; Johnny's ocean eyes, his voice, his smell.Simon's toned body, the way she was craving a last comforting hugfrom him before dying. She knows he doesn't like physical touch butmaybe he would spare her a last hug. Price's jokes that always madeher crack a smile. Kyle's kindness, his extraordinary shouldersmassages when something was bothering her. Alejandro cooking for theteam, putting way too much spice to annoy Soap.
She was slowlyloosing counsciousness, drifting in the abysses of coldness.
She was barelyeven able to register what was happening in her surroundings, herbody failing her.
The door swingsopen, artificial lightning from outside the room. She was blinded butwas certain the flash light of a weapon was pointed towards her.
So, it was it?That's how she was gonna die? In a cell, hang like an animal?
She wasgathering her last strenght to scream, move, trying to detach herselffrom that bloody rope that had already burned the skin off of herwrists. Her body aching in pure agony.
In fact she wasbarely moving but felt like she had been ran over by a truck.
She felt handstouching her. Y/n entered a state of pure panic, screaming, crying"no let me go... Please don't touch me... Don't hurt me anymore...I cannot... stop..." her words were interupted by sobs, her voiceweak.
"hey... it'sme. I would never hurt you. It's me, Simon" said Ghost in an almostwhisper. Emergency in his voice.
Y/n thought shewas dead, or maybe hallucinating.
She squintedher eyes, forcing herself to focus on her blurry sight. Ghost washere.
She was safe.
He took a knifeand cut the rope that was hanging her, taking her in his arms as shefelt, unable to stand. Her body was broken, fragile.
