Task force 141 (y/n x Ghost+mw2-cod)

this was the end.

I was about half way back when suddenly a hand put me in a headlock, the muzzle of a gun being pressed against my temple. i froze in shock as i felt that unforgettable sensation. I took in a sharp breath of shock before i instantly kicking into fight or flight mode realising how bad this situation could end. I immediately reached across my bullet proof vest, pulling out Simon's pocket knife but unbeknownst to me in the process accidentally switching my coms on.

Price was just in his office going through rookies files, a have burnt out cigar hanging out from between his lips a half burnt cigar. His office was dim since the curtains were closed, only a small low light lamp on his desk and the tip of his cigar providing light. He froze in surprise when he heard the rumble of radio static when my radio clicked on, but he stayed silent since he though it was probably a mistake or some shitty staged plan i had made to try to make him feel guilty after the fight they had had. He rolled his eyes in irritation as he just got back to the file but he couldn't help but listen in slightly just to see where this went.

I quickly pulled the knife back, striking him with the blunt end of the handle on his shoulder causing him to quickly release me and stumble backwards. I turned around suddenly to see who it was but it was a dark uniform that i didn't recognise, the soldiers face covered with a wrap around helmet and his uniform even darker because of how saturated with rain it was, just like mine. He quickly pulled up the gun and re-aimed it at me but i was quickly and hit it out of his hand with my knife, nicking his skin through his tactical glove in the process. Straight away he lunged forward, grabbing my wrists and pinning them against the ground above my face as he sat on me with his full body weight to keep me down. I let out a sharp grunt from pain as he did this, my head smacking off the rough stone ground from the force of the impact. Price could hear the struggle over the come but was still convinced that it was all staged and faked by myself, which made it hard for him to keep quite and hold back his laugh.

I tried to fight back but the soldier was too strong and heavy, it also didn't help that i now had a concussion from the impact of my fall. The rain became heavier, until it was lashing down almost violently making it basically impossible to see anything around us. The soldier reached up, grabbing the knife from my hand whilst somehow still keeping me down. My eyes widened in fear as i realised what was happening.

It was supposed to be a quick mission. In and out, no problems. They needed the file fast, so who should they send? Simon was on another mission with the rest of the task force, so it came down to Y/n and Gaz. Y/n didn't agree but there wasn't much space to refuse, so she was told it would be no problem. In and out, simple as that.

Nobody should've been there. The surrounding area was cleared by Laswell's own personal team so Y/n could get in and out like they planned. Nobody should've snuck up on her. At least he wasn't taken prisoner, just was left with a gaping hole in her neck from the other soldier slicing her next and twisting the knife into her heart.

My blood mixed in with the rain as the soldier finally came off me, panting heavily before throwing Simon's knife to the side into a puddle. My eyes were filled with tears as i tried to breath, except all that happened was the sound of gargling as the blood and rain began to fill my lungs as i tried to breath in just even an ounce of oxygen yet to no avail. This was it, this was the end. The soldier, after catching his breath came back down into me, ripping open each part of my tactical vest in search for the file. All i could do was watch on in shock and fear with teary eyes as he pulled it out of my front plate pocket. "got it." said the man over coms, his tone cold and sharp as if he had no remorse, which he probably didn't.

Price heard this over my coms and immediately realised this wasn't an act to try to get back at him, and that this was for real. He instantly got up from his chair, his eyes staring at the radio in fear as his feeling of regret sunk in, he was speechless. The soldier quickly made his way away from my barely alive body, my head tilted to the side as i watched my blood dilute against the ground amongst the rain. My eye lids were heavy, no more pain in my body just the feeling knowing that this really was it, this was how it all ended..? I was my first victim, yet now i was my last resort, and i was failing... "Y/N!! Y/N ARE YOU OK!? Y/N PLEASE ARE YOU THERE!?!" i heard Prices pained voice yell out over coms as he panicked, it was the last thing i heard before i finally lost to my injury's...