Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐏𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

 Laswell's voice crackled over the comms, her tone crisp and authoritative despite the underlying tension. "We're approaching the drop zone. Remember, eyes open, stay vigilant. We're moving fast and silent on this one." As the helicopter touched down with a gentle thud, the ramp at the back lowered, bathing the interior in the dim glow of the night. With Laswell's command, the team filed out one by one, their movements swift and precise as they dispersed into the shadows.

You followed suit, the weight of your gear pressing against your shoulders as you stepped onto the ground below. The air was thick with tension, each member of the team moving with purpose as they fanned out to secure the area. Laswell's voice crackled over the comms once more, issuing orders and coordinating the team's movements with practiced efficiency. You listened intently, your senses heightened as you scanned the surrounding terrain for any signs of danger. In the distance, the small town loomed, its silhouette shrouded in darkness against the backdrop of the night sky. It was here that your target lay hidden, and it was here that you would need to proceed with caution.

As the team advanced towards the outskirts of the town, you found yourself struggling to keep pace with Ghost's swift and confident strides. Despite your best efforts, the weight of your gear and the lingering ache in your muscles from training sessions with Ghost weighed you down. You gritted your teeth, pushing yourself to match his pace, but with each step, the gap between you and Ghost seemed to widen. His silhouette ahead served as a constant reminder of the distance you still had to cover. Despite the physical strain, you refused to let it deter you. Drawing upon your determination and training, you pressed on, forcing your tired legs to carry you forward.

As you finally reached the outskirts of the town, Ghost glanced back, his expression unreadable behind his mask. You met his gaze with a determined nod, silently vowing to prove yourself worthy of his respect and acknowledgment, no matter the obstacles that lay ahead. With Ghost's guidance, you navigated the streets and alleys of the town, alert for any potential threats. His calm demeanor and authoritative presence helped to steady your nerves, allowing you to focus on the task at hand despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Stay low and keep to the shadows," Ghost instructed, his voice barely above a whisper as you both moved through the dimly lit streets. "We need to maintain stealth until we locate the target." You nodded in acknowledgment, silently acknowledging his command as you scanned the area for any signs of movement. The tension in the air was palpable as you both remained vigilant, ready to react at a moment's notice. "Check the building to the left," Ghost directed, gesturing towards a dilapidated structure ahead. "I'll cover you." You nodded again, grateful for his guidance as you cautiously approached the building, your senses on high alert for any signs of danger. With Ghost providing cover, you quickly swept through the interior, checking each room for any hidden threats. "Clear," you called out, signaling that the building was safe.

As you and Ghost entered a different house, the scene that greeted you was one of chaos and fear. A frantic family huddled together in the corner, their eyes wide with terror as they glanced between you and Ghost. Before Ghost could react, his instincts urging him to take control of the situation, you stepped forward, placing yourself between him and the frightened family. "Lower your weapon," you commanded in a firm yet calm tone, your voice cutting through the tension in the air. Ghost hesitated, his gaze flickering between you and the family, before reluctantly complying with your directive. As he lowered his gun, the atmosphere in the room seemed to shift, the palpable fear beginning to ebb away ever so slightly.

Turning your attention to the family, you offered them a reassuring smile, doing your best to convey a sense of safety amidst the chaos. "It's okay," you said softly, your voice gentle as you addressed them. "We're not here to hurt you. We just need to ask you a few questions." Slowly, the family began to relax, their tense postures easing as they realized you posed no immediate threat. Relief washed over you as the family, now reassured of your intentions, began to share valuable information about Hassan's whereabouts in the town. They spoke hurriedly but clearly, providing detailed descriptions of the areas where they had seen him and the individuals he had been associating with.

Listening intently, you absorbed every word, committing the information to memory as Ghost stood beside you, his expression unreadable behind his mask. Despite the urgency of the situation, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of gratitude towards the family for their cooperation in such trying circumstances. With the family's help, you were able to map out a rough plan of action, identifying key locations where Hassan was likely to be found based on the information provided. It was a small victory in the midst of chaos, but one that brought renewed determination to your mission.

"Anything on Hassan?" Prices voice cracked over the comms. "Negative, sir," you replied promptly over the comms. "But we've received valuable intel from a local family. They've given us a lead on Hassan's whereabouts in the town. We're moving to investigate now." As you draw closer to the designated location, tension mounts in the air.  Ghost signals for you to take cover behind a nearby building, and you comply, crouching low to the ground as you peer around the corner, scanning the area for any signs of movement. 

In an instant, the air fills with the sharp crack of gunfire, echoing off the walls of the narrow streets. The sudden eruption of violence sends shockwaves through the tense atmosphere, catching everyone off guard. You and Ghost exchange a swift glance, wordlessly communicating your readiness to confront the unexpected threat. Soap's urgent voice crackles over the comms, sending a jolt of adrenaline through your veins. "We've been spotted!" he shouts, the tension in his tone palpable. Without hesitation, you and Ghost spring into action, sprinting towards the source of the disturbance, weapons at the ready.

The hostile environment becomes a blur as you and Ghost move as one, systematically neutralizing threats with lethal efficiency. Bodies drop in your wake as you push forward, determined to quell the violence and protect innocent lives caught in the crossfire. Every shot fired, every enemy subdued, brings you one step closer to restoring peace to the chaotic streets. "Graves here, they've got RPG's!" his voice crackles over the comms, urgency evident in his tone. As chaos reigns on the ground, the Shadows' plane streaks across the sky, its presence announced by the thunderous roar of its engines.

Before anyone can react, the sky erupts in a series of deafening explosions as the Shadows unleash a devastating barrage. The ground trembles beneath your feet as buildings are reduced to rubble, sending plumes of smoke billowing into the air. The cacophony of destruction reverberates through the streets, drowning out all other sounds save for the relentless onslaught from above. 

"We have to keep going!" you yell to Ghost, the urgency evident in your voice as you press forward. 

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