Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐦

You and Ghost move swiftly but silently through the building, your senses heightened by the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant sound of gunfire, adds to the tension in the air. With each step, you're acutely aware of the weight of your weapon in your hands, the sweat trickling down your brow, and the sound of your own breath echoing in your ears. Ghost's presence beside you is reassuring, his movements precise and calculated.

As you round a corner, you catch a glimpse of Hassan through a partially open door, his silhouette illuminated by a faint light from within the room. Your pulse quickens, and you signal to Ghost, gesturing toward your target. Without hesitation, you both edge closer, your footsteps muffled against the dusty floor. Every muscle in your body is taut with anticipation as you prepare to confront the elusive target. 

As you inch closer to the door, the tension in the air is palpable. Ghost signals for you to stand back as he moves into position, his weapon at the ready. With a swift motion, he kicks the door open, revealing Hassan standing inside. Surprised by your sudden appearance, Hassan's eyes widen in shock before his expression hardens into a scowl. Without hesitation, Ghost takes aim, his finger poised on the trigger.

But before he can fire, Hassan makes a sudden move, reaching for something concealed beneath his clothing. Instinctively, you react, lunging forward to tackle him to the ground. The force of your impact sends both of you crashing to the floor, the sound of your bodies hitting the ground drowned out by the chaos outside. With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you wrestle with Hassan, determined to subdue him before he can reach whatever weapon he's concealed. Ghost moves swiftly to assist, pinning Hassan down as you struggle to restrain him.

Despite his resistance, you manage to overpower him, securing his hands behind his back with a pair of handcuffs. As you rise to your feet, panting from exertion, you exchange a nod with Ghost, a silent acknowledgment of your victory. But even as you stand victorious, the battle rages on outside, a reminder that the mission is far from over. With Hassan now in custody, you steel yourself for the challenges that lie ahead, knowing that the fight against the Las Almas cartel is far from finished.

Ghost's voice crackles over the comms, filled with triumph. "Jackpot! We got him!" Price's response follows swiftly, his tone resolute. "Good. We've got Los Vaqueros coming for backup." As Ghost swiftly secures a bag over Hassan's head, he issues clear instructions. "Cover me while we head to the extraction zone," he commands, his voice urgent but composed. Without hesitation, you nod in agreement, knowing that protecting their captive is crucial to the mission's success.

With Hassan in tow, Ghost moves purposefully, his movements calculated and precise despite the chaos surrounding you. As you follow closely behind, gunfire erupts from all directions, the sharp cracks of bullets splitting the air. Instinct takes over as you return fire, your training kicking in as you focus on suppressing the enemy's advance. Amidst the chaos, a lone cartel member emerges from the shadows, wielding a rifle with lethal intent. With a menacing grin, he takes aim, his finger tightening on the trigger.

Reacting swiftly, Ghost grabs you and takes cover behind a nearby crate, the sharp crack of gunfire ringing in your ears as bullets whiz past. Heart pounding, you return fire, your shots landing dangerously close to the cartel member as you aim to suppress his advance. With Ghost and Hassan needing to move quickly, you know you can't afford to be pinned down. Summoning all your courage, you break cover, sprinting across the open street as bullets pepper the ground around you. Adrenaline surges through your veins as you close the distance, your focus solely on neutralizing the threat.

As you draw closer, the cartel member shifts his attention to you, his eyes narrowing with malicious intent. With a fierce battle cry, he charges forward, rifle raised menacingly. In a flurry of movement, you engage in hand-to-hand combat, the clash of metal and bone reverberating through the tense air. Despite the odds stacked against you, you fight with unwavering determination, each blow delivered with calculated precision. The struggle is intense, both physically and mentally, as you grapple with the relentless adversary, each moment feeling like an eternity. Finally, with a decisive strike, you manage to disarm the cartel member, sending his weapon clattering to the ground. With one swift motion, you deliver a finishing blow, incapacitating him and ending the confrontation.

"We've gotta go guys! Los Vaqueros are landing and there's reinforcements coming in hot! We need Hassan in that helo!" As Soap's urgent command crackles over the comms, you exchange a quick glance with Ghost, your heart pounding in sync with the urgency of the situation. "Let's move," Ghost barks, his voice cutting through the chaos like a beacon of determination. Together, you navigate the labyrinthine streets, each step a precarious dance between life and death. The distant echoes of gunfire serve as a grim reminder of the imminent danger lurking around every corner. "Keep your eyes peeled," Ghost advises, his tone laced with a sense of urgency.

Arriving at the designated spot, relief washes over you as you catch sight of your team, their faces illuminated by a mixture of hope and anticipation. The cheers of your comrades fill the air, a brief moment of triumph amidst the chaos of battle. But then, without warning, the tranquility is shattered by Graves' frantic warning, his voice laced with urgency. "RPG, take cover!" The words hang in the air for only a moment before a deafening explosion rocks the ground beneath you, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.

The world seems to blur as you're thrown to the ground, the force of the blast disorienting and dislodging your senses. Dust and debris swirl around you, obscuring your vision as your ears ring with the aftermath of the explosion. Disoriented and struggling to regain your bearings, you push yourself up, the taste of sand and fear lingering on your lips as you assess the situation. As consciousness slowly seeps back into your senses, you're met with a disorienting cacophony of chaos. The acrid stench of smoke fills your nostrils, mingling with the metallic tang of blood in the air. With a cough, you struggle to push yourself upright, your limbs protesting with each movement.

Your ears ring incessantly, the deafening roar of the explosion still reverberating in your head. Blinking away the haze of disorientation, you survey your surroundings with growing horror. Fire dances hungrily amidst the wreckage, casting eerie shadows that flicker and dance like phantoms in the night. Your gaze is drawn to the left, where Ghost lies motionless amidst the debris. A cold knot of dread tightens in your chest as you take in the scene before you. A jagged piece of debris protrudes from his side, a grim testament to the brutality of the explosion.

Heart pounding, you crawl towards him, every movement a herculean effort against the weight of exhaustion and despair. "Ghost," you rasp, your voice barely a whisper amidst the chaos. With trembling hands, you reach out to him, your fingers brushing against his ashen skin. Desperation claws at your chest as you frantically search for any sign of life. With trembling hands, you press your fingers against his neck, praying for the reassuring thud of a pulse beneath your touch. Relief floods through you as you feel the faint flutter of life beneath your fingertips.

With renewed determination, you set to work, carefully extricating him from the wreckage with painstaking precision. Each movement is a delicate dance between life and death, every second ticking by with agonizing slowness.

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