Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐔𝐧𝐨 𝐎𝐮𝐭

As the evening progressed, the team gathered around the table, the remnants of their pizza feast scattered amongst Uno cards. You, Ghost, Gaz, Keegan, Soap, Alejandro, and Rodolfo settled into a makeshift circle, the atmosphere alive with laughter and friendly banter. The Uno cards were dealt, and the game began in earnest, each player vying for victory with every strategic move and well-timed card play. As the rounds progressed, the tension mounted, accompanied by the occasional burst of laughter or groan of frustration as fortunes shifted and alliances formed and dissolved. You found yourself caught up in the competitive spirit, your focus sharpening as you plot your next move. To the left of you, Ghost's masked expression remained inscrutable, his focus unwavering as he studied his hand of cards with a calculated intensity.

Price walked over to the table with purpose, setting down bottles of booze amidst the Uno cards and laughter. The clinking of glass against wood reverberated in the room, signaling a reprieve from the tension of their mission. With a casual gesture, Price invited himself to join the next game, his demeanor relaxed yet determined. "Thought we could all use something to ease the stress," he remarked, his tone hinting at camaraderie. "Let me in the next game." Soap, ever enthusiastic, wasted no time in grabbing a bottle, raising it in a mock toast. "To the boss joining the Uno madness! Cheers!" You couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected turn of events. "Now this is what I call fun," Gaz said grabbing a bottle and downing it.

With a sly grin, you slammed down a "+4" card, causing Ghost to groan inwardly. "Sorry, L.T., but you've got some cards to pick up," you teased, enjoying the momentary advantage. Ghost's expression remained impassive, though a hint of annoyance flickered in his eyes as he reached for the card pile. "Just my luck," he muttered, drawing the required four cards and adding them to his hand. You waited for your turn to come around once more, biding your time until the perfect opportunity presented itself. When the moment arrived, you placed down a "+2" card, directing it at Ghost again with a playful shrug. "Sorry, Ghost," you quipped, a hint of mischief dancing in your eyes, "it's all I had." Ghost, ever composed, accepted the cards with a nod, though a flicker of amusement crossed his features. "No worries," he replied, the corners of his lips quirking upwards slightly through his mask, "just adding to the challenge."

Gaz, always one to inject humor into any situation, chuckled and quipped, "Don't worry Ghost. With those extra cards, you might just have a fighting chance." As the game neared its end, anticipation hung thick in the air, each player eyeing their dwindling hands with a mix of determination and apprehension. Finally, with a triumphant grin, you laid down your last card—a wild card, declaring victory with a flourish. "Uno out!" you exclaimed, a victorious gleam in your eye as you surveyed the table. "Bloody hell!" Gaz exclaimed, slapping his hand on the table in mock frustration. "I thought I had you for sure!"

Alejandro, ever jovial, chuckled and shrugged. "¡Qué lástima! Better luck next time, amigos." Even Ghost, though his expression remained impassive, couldn't hide a faint twitch of disappointment. With a mischievous glint, you reached for the tequila bottle, pouring a generous shot into a nearby glass. As the rich aroma of the liquor filled the air, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. With practiced ease, you licked the back of your hand between your thumb and index finger, sprinkling a pinch of salt onto the moistened skin. The salt glistened in the soft light, a tantalizing promise of a fiery taste.

Bracing yourself, you licked the salt from your hand, the sharp tang awakening your senses in anticipation. Without hesitation, you lifted the shot glass to your lips, downing the tequila in one swift motion. The smooth warmth of the liquor spread through you, igniting a pleasant burn that coursed through your veins. With a satisfied sigh, you reached for a wedge of lime, sucking on it with relish as its tart juice mingled with the lingering warmth of the tequila. Rodolfo let out an impressed whistle, his eyes wide with admiration. "Damn, Serpent, you sure know how to do it right!" he exclaimed, his tone filled with a mixture of awe and amusement. With a playful grin, you shrugged modestly, the compliment bringing a flush of pride to your cheeks. "Just a little tequila magic," you quipped, raising your glass in a mock salute.