Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐔𝐩

Present Day

somewhere in the UK

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Over the years, the SAS focused on rebuilding its strength, including its infrastructure and personnel. The special forces regiment had transformed itself into a formidable force, healing the scars of past conflicts. The bases became more sophisticated, equipped with state-of-the-art technology, and the soldiers, handpicked for their skills and expertise, had undergone rigorous training. You grew older under the watchful eye of Price and achieved the rank of sergeant. You and your team tackled threats that lurked in the shadows, remnants of past conflicts, and emerging dangers that required a delicate touch. Your role in these operations became more pronounced, a testament to the skills you had acquired under Price's guidance. Despite your involvement in these high-stakes missions, Price was adamant in keeping you hidden from the public eye.

As the missions intensified, so did the responsibilities on both ends. Upon attaining the rank of captain, Price saw the need for a specialized and elite force to tackle the emerging global threats. Collaborating with Kate Laswell, they meticulously selected exceptional soldiers from various elite units worldwide. This handpicked group of warriors would form the formidable Task Force 141, a covert and highly skilled unit designed to handle missions that transcended borders and conventional military operations. The creation of Task Force 141 marked a new chapter in modern warfare, where the best of the best were brought together to face challenges that ordinary forces couldn't handle.

Private training sessions with Price became a regular occurrence when he would return from missions. Under the cover of darkness, away from the prying eyes of the military establishment, he continued to impart his knowledge. The lessons evolved, delving into advanced tactics, covert operations, and the intricate art of staying unseen in the world's shadows. "You're becoming a fine soldier," Price would say, his voice gruff but approving. "But remember, the true strength lies not just in skill but in adaptability. The world is ever-changing, and you must be ready for anything." Price and you had become inseparable with time, and he guided you through the complexities of the life he had chosen for you. The private training sessions were more than just training; they were moments of shared wisdom, anecdotes from Price's storied past, and a glimpse into the mindset required to navigate the murky waters of the world.

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The air in the briefing room hummed with anticipation as the mission details were laid out, your team preparing to embark on another high-stakes operation. The room was filled with the quiet intensity of seasoned soldiers ready for action. As you stood, geared up and focused, Lieutenant Miller's stern voice cut through the pre-mission tension, "Hold on, soldiers." His command caught everyone's attention, and you turned to face him. His gaze was sharp, and there was a gravity in his expression that hinted at something more than the usual mission briefing.

"I have some words before we head out," Miller stated. Your fellow soldiers exchanged glances but nodded in acknowledgment. "What's on your mind, L.T?" you asked, a subtle tension in the air. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, "This mission, it's a bit different. There's more at stake, and I need you to be extra vigilant. The intel is shaky, and we're going in blind to some extent." You all nodded, mutually understanding the nature of the game. "We'll be ready for whatever comes our way, sir." Bullet, a fellow SAS soldier spoke up.

As you and your team began walking to the helo, you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder, turning you around. "Please be safe Y/N." Price expressed with a mix of concern and sincerity in his voice. "I'll always come back in one piece, John," you responded, injecting a touch of levity into the serious moment. A faint smile briefly graced Price's face, breaking through the gravity of the situation. "I'll hold you to that, Y/N. But when you return, we need to have a serious conversation," he added, his tone carrying a hint of weight. A puzzled expression crossed your face. "Now you've got me curious. What's it about?"

You looked over at the pilot as he said there were five minutes until your departure into the hangar intercoms. "Look, there's no time so I expect to see you in my office when you get back. It's urgent." Price said, a tinge of nervousness evident on his face. The urgency in his voice added an extra layer of curiosity, leaving you with a sense of anticipation and concern. "Don't worry about it right now kid, do great out there alright?"  You nodded in agreement and began making your way to the helicopter, giving Price a wave before you boarded. The anticipation of the upcoming mission mingled with the mysterious urgency in Price's words, leaving you with a sense of determination and questions that would have to wait.

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Moscow, Russia

The team moved cautiously through the building's darkened corridors, each step echoing in the eerie silence. The objective was clear: retrieve crucial intel from an undisclosed location in Russia. Yet, an unsettling atmosphere lingered, heightening the senses of everyone involved. You led the way, a tight grip on your weapon as you approached each room. The search began methodically, the men clearing each room with precision. The tension mounted with every space, the anticipation of the unknown hanging thick in the air. The building, though foreboding, seemed abandoned. The weight of the situation pressed down on you, and your breathing became heavy, each inhalation a struggle against the confines of the mask you wore. The stifling air within the mask did little to ease the deep breaths you needed to take.

As your team advanced, a sudden realization gnawed at the edges of your consciousness. It was too quiet, too still. The silence was disrupted by the sound of enemy soldiers storming into the building, and it became painfully evident that it was a trap. "Contact! We've got incoming!" someone shouted over the comms. The once-empty rooms now echoed with the clatter of gunfire and the shouts of both allies and enemies. The trap had been sprung, and chaos ensued.

Adrenaline surged as your team fought to maintain control in the face of the unexpected assault. The meticulously cleared rooms became battlegrounds, each doorway a potential point of conflict. The close-quarters combat intensified, and the once-empty building transformed into a labyrinth of danger. Enemy soldiers, well-prepared for the ambush, pressed forward with relentless determination. The element of surprise had shifted, and your team now found themselves in the crossfire. Bullets ricocheted off walls, and the acrid scent of gunpowder hung in the air.

The sudden eruption of gunfire and chaos within the building was disorienting, the once-clear mission was now a frantic struggle for survival. Amid the firefight, a familiar voice screamed out in pain. "Bullet!" The urgency in your voice mirrored the gravity of the situation. Rushing to his side, you found Bullet wounded, a gunshot echoing the harsh reality of the ambush. The building's interior, once a silent maze, became a battleground, and you knelt beside him, a mixture of fear and determination in your eyes.

Your lieutenant shouted urgently, "We have to go! Move!" The urgency of the situation pressed upon everyone, but your focus remained unwavering. "I'm not leaving him behind!" you declared, refusing to abandon your wounded comrade. The cacophony of gunfire and shouted commands intensified, the chaos of battle unfolding around you. Bullet's pain-filled eyes locked onto yours, his silent plea urging you to stay by his side. The weight of the decision hung in the air, a stark contrast to the urgency of the escape.

Soldiers continued to implore, realizing the dire consequences of delaying. "We can't stay here! We need to move!" Their words echoed the relentless pressure to leave Bullet behind intensifying. Yet, your commitment to loyalty and camaraderie overrode the tactical considerations. "I won't leave him," you insisted, a defiant resolve in your voice. The world around you blurred as the battle raged on, but your unwavering stance remained.

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