Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

3 days later..

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The soft afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room as you, Soap, Alejandro, and Gaz gathered on the couch. As Alejandro turned his attention to you, his voice laced with genuine concern, you couldn't help but appreciate the care of your teammates. "How're you healing up?" he inquired, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "Pretty good, but it's still sore," you replied honestly, offering a small smile to reassure him. Gaz chimed in with a playful quip, his words laced with a hint of mischief. "I bet, but it'll leave a wicked cool scar," he remarked.

The door creaked open, drawing everyone's attention as Price entered the room. His typically composed demeanor was replaced by a look of visible stress, his beard slightly unkempt and a cigar clutched between his teeth. The tension in the air was palpable as he addressed Soap with a stern tone. "You were supposed to have those papers done yesterday. I want them finished now," Price commanded, his voice carrying the weight of authority. Soap let out a resigned sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly as he acknowledged the order. "Yes, sir," he replied, his tone tinged with a hint of frustration. Turning his attention to you, Price's gaze bore into yours, his expression serious. "I've assigned Ghost to train you more due to your injury, can't have you laying around all day anymore," he informed you, his words leaving little room for argument. "I want you to begin now. He's outside waiting."

As Price strode away, his brisk pace leaving you struggling to keep up, you couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration and hurt. Darting after him, you whispered urgently, trying to catch his attention. "You couldn't have anyone else train me?" you questioned, your voice tinged with a hint of desperation. But Price's response was curt and uncompromising, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I don't have time for this, Serpent," he retorted, his words carrying a weight of authority. "You have orders now, do as you're told or there will be a problem." A sense of hurt blossomed in your chest, a bitter reminder of the distance that had grown between you and the man who had once been a father figure to you. As he disappeared into his office, the door slamming shut in your face, you were left standing alone in the corridor, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. 

As you ascended the stairs, your thoughts consumed by the upcoming training session with Ghost, you noticed Keegan descending in the opposite direction. His friendly greeting reached your ears, but you remained steadfast, ignoring his attempt at conversation. Entering your room, you shut the door behind you, shutting out the outside world for a moment of solitude. With a sense of urgency, you grabbed your boots, your movements brisk and purposeful as you hastily slipped them on. The leather creaked softly under your touch as you swiftly laced them up, your fingers moving with practiced efficiency. 

With determination driving you forward, you made your way outside to the training field, leaving behind the confines of your room. As you stepped out into the open air, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of purpose and resolve. Ghost stood on the training field, his posture rigid and arms crossed, a silent sentinel awaiting your arrival. As you approached, he greeted you with a hint of impatience in his voice. "Took you long enough," he remarked, his tone laced with a touch of sarcasm. Rolling your eyes at his comment, you brushed off his remark and cut straight to the chase. "What are we training?" you inquired, eager to get started and prove your capabilities despite the unease that still lingered between you and Ghost.