Ghost

. B E N E V O L E N T .

6 MONTHS LATER

EASTERN SIBERIA, RUSSIA

"Go!" Tyler shouted, holding the door open for his comrades. Y/n charged in first, walking through the hostage site. Tyler and Yaz flanked her, Nik waiting by the car and keeping watch. Most of the barracks were empty, all hostages made a run for it the second they heard gunshots. On the opposite end of the barrack, a ladder led up to a loft area, where Y/ns keen ears picked up on the quiet sound of muffled crying. She held her fist up, telling the group to stop. Quietly making her way up the ladder, she poker her head up just enough to see.

Four kids were huddled in the corner, trying to blend in with the shadows. From what Y/n could tell, there were two teenagers, a young kid, and a baby. The little girl started crying louder when she saw her, and Y/n immediately raised her hands.

"Whoa, whoa, hey." She said in Russian, pulling her shemagh down a little to show her face. "I'm not here to hurt you. Are you all right, can you walk?" She asked, slowly reaching a hand forward. The little girl moved forward, her brother trying to stop her from going further. The girl placed her small hand in Y/ns gloved one, and Y/n gently pulled her towards her. The first thing she noticed was how light the girl was. She was very obviously malnourished, and her face had smears of dirt all over.

Y/n scooped the girl up, looking back at the other three. The boy was looking at her wearily, and the girl next to him clutched the baby tighter to her chest. Y/n gave them a warm smile.

"We're here to help," She said, her Russian flawless. "Do you have any family you can go to?" The boy hesitantly shook his head, starting to inch forward. He looked to be around 12, but with how malnourished the girl was he was probably closer to 15. Y/n handed the girl to Tyler, who had is arms extended to receive the little one. Y/n hoisted herself onto the platform, motioning for the boy to go down.

Wearily, he grabbed onto the first rung, twisting his body as he walked backwards. Once he made it down, Y/n put her boots back on the ladder. She held her arms out, asking the girl to hand her the infant. She complied, carefully handing the surprisingly healthy baby to Y/n. Y/n stepped down the ladder, waiting for the girl to follow. 

The girl looked very unhealthy, she was extremely skinny, and her left leg was in a makeshift splint. The boy slung her arm over his shoulder, supporting her weight and acting as a crutch. Y/n held the infant, who seemed to be around 10 months to a year old. She wrapped the long blacked he was swaddled in around her right shoulder and under her left arm, creating a makeshift baby sling. 

"Let's move." Tyler said, leading to group out of the barracks. They made their was outside again, passing dead guards. Y/n pulled her mask back over her face, her gun now held in front of her. They moved in a triangle formation, Tyler in the front, Y/n and Yaz in the back, the kids in the middle. Yaz was now carrying the little girl as they ran back to the car, Nik starting the ignition before they got in. 

"Who are they?" She asked, looking at the sick kids. 

"They didn't make it out, let's go before enemy reinforcements arrive." Y/n said, getting in the front seat next to Nik. Tyler and Yaz were in the back, the two teens sitting in the third row with the little girl. Y/n untied her baby sling, passing the swaddled baby to Tyler and then to the kids in the back.

Tyler passed the kids spare kevlar vests, just in case they were ambushed. Nik sept through the forest, snow falling heavily overhead. Y/n took off her mask, revealing her face and ridiculously long hair. She kept her hair in French braids because it keep the hair away from her face, and it made it easier for her to stuff it into her mask. Nik brought up their destination once more, now trying to inform the kids.