Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

As the haze begins to clear, Price's urgent voice crackles over the comms, slicing through the chaos like a lifeline in the darkness. "If you can hear me, say something!" he demands, his words a desperate plea echoing through the wreckage. Your throat feels raw as if coated in ash and smoke, but you muster every ounce of strength you have left. "H-here!" you manage to rasp, your voice hoarse and trembling with the weight of the moment.

Beside you, Soap, Keegan, and Gaz echo your response, their voices a chorus of defiance amidst the devastation. Each word is a struggle, torn from throats raw with smoke and emotion, but the sound of their voices is a balm to your battered soul. For a moment, there is silence, broken only by the crackling of flames and the distant wail of sirens. Then, Price's voice comes through the comms once more, filled with a mixture of relief and grim determination. "Good. Stay put. We're coming to get you." 

With the acrid scent of smoke still thick in the air and the distant roar of gunfire echoing around you, you stagger to Ghost's side, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. As you approach, you're joined by Gaz, Keegan, and Soap, their presence a reassuring anchor amidst the chaos. Ghost lies motionless, a shard of debris protruding from his body, his features masked by a layer of dust and soot. Despite the urgency of the situation, you can't help but feel a pang of fear grip your heart at the sight of him in such a vulnerable state.

Kneeling beside him, you gently shake his shoulder, your voice urgent as you try to rouse him from unconsciousness. "Ghost, come on, you've gotta wake up," you implore, your words a desperate plea amidst the cacophony of destruction. Beside you, Gaz and Keegan exchange worried glances, their expressions mirroring your own concern. Soap stands close by, his jaw clenched with determination as he scans the horizon for signs of further danger. 

With a grim nod, Keegan taps Gaz on the shoulder, "We need to look for survivors." Together, they move purposefully through the debris-strewn landscape, their eyes scanning for any signs of life amidst the devastation. Meanwhile, Soap crouches beside you, his brow furrowed with concern as he tries to rouse Ghost. Gently, he places a hand on Ghost's shoulder, his voice low and steady as he speaks to his fallen comrade. "Come on, mate," Soap murmurs, his tone a mixture of encouragement and desperation. "You can't check out on us now. We need you, Ghost." Despite his efforts, Ghost remains unresponsive, his features still and pale against the backdrop of chaos. As Soap continues to speak, his words a quiet plea for Ghost to return to consciousness, you can't help but feel a surge of apprehension knot in your stomach.

Amidst the chaos, Keegan's voice cuts through the cacophony, sharp and urgent. "Serpent, we need you over here!" Responding to Keegan's call, you swiftly turn your attention away from Ghost and Hassan, directing Soap to keep a close watch over them as you hurriedly move to assist Keegan. "Watch them," you instruct Soap, your tone firm and resolute, despite the underlying tension that courses through your veins. With a quick nod of understanding, Soap acknowledges your command, his gaze shifting from Ghost to meet yours before settling into a vigilant watch over both Ghost and Hassan.

As Keegan's voice breaks through the turmoil, you sense a glimmer of hope amidst the devastation. "We found two survivors," he announces, his tone tinged with urgency. "But we need something to stop the bleeding." Without hesitation, you reach for the small medkit strapped to your belt, swiftly retrieving it and presenting it to Keegan. However, his response is a somber reminder of the severity of the situation. "We're gonna need a bit more than that," he murmurs quietly, his words weighted with concern. 

As Keegan leads you to the survivors, your heart sinks at the sight that greets you. Gasping involuntarily, you're momentarily taken aback by the severity of their injuries. One of the survivors bears the gruesome scars of flames, his face half-burnt and disfigured, while the other's lower leg is missing from the knee down, a stark testament to the brutal impact of the explosion. Despite the shock of the scene before you, you push aside your initial reaction, focusing instead on the immediate task of administering medical assistance. With Keegan's guidance, you set to work, drawing upon your training to tend to the wounded as best as you can amidst the chaos of the aftermath.

With a sense of urgency, you swiftly remove your jacket, knowing it can serve as a makeshift tourniquet. Kneeling beside the injured man, you carefully wrap it around his leg, applying enough pressure to staunch the bleeding without causing further harm. "Help me with his face," you instruct, turning to second survivor. Together, you do your best to stabilize the man's condition, using whatever materials you have at hand to ease his suffering and prevent further complications. "What about Ghost? We have to help Ghost!" Despite the urgency in Gaz's voice, you know that moving Ghost could exacerbate his injuries.

"Gaz, we can't risk moving him right now," you reply, your voice strained with concern. "If we try to remove the debris, he could bleed out." As Graves's voice crackles over the comms, relief washes over you. "Price, you're good to move in, we're clear," he announces, signaling the arrival of the extraction team. With the helicopter landing nearby, Price and some other men swiftly rush out, accompanied by medical personnel. They begin attending to the injured survivors and Ghost, securing them for transport to safety. In the midst of the organized chaos, you move quickly to secure Hassan, ensuring he is handcuffed and unable to escape.

The helicopter's engines roar to life, drowning out the sounds of the chaos around you. As you all settle into your seats, a heavy silence envelops the cabin. Each breath feels labored, the weight of the recent events hanging heavy in the air. With eyes cast downward, everyone sits in solemn silence, processing the intensity of the situation they've just endured. The gravity of the moment weighs heavily on each individual, their thoughts consumed by the events that have transpired. Despite the noise of the helicopter blades slicing through the air, the atmosphere within the cabin is thick with tension and reflection. The magnitude of the mission's outcome weighs heavily on everyone's shoulders, leaving them lost in their own thoughts as they contemplate the events that have unfolded.

Then, as Hassan's menacing laughter echoes through the cabin, a shiver runs down your spine. His laughter is an unsettling reminder of the danger that still lurks, even in the aftermath of the chaos. Reacting swiftly to the situation, you rise from your seat with determination etched on your face. Gripping your gun tightly, you take a step closer to Hassan, his laughter fueling your resolve. With a swift and decisive motion, you bring the butt of your gun down hard on Hassan's head. The impact is sharp and resounding, silencing his laughter in an instant as he slumps forward, unconscious.

The suddenness of your action breaks the eerie silence that had enveloped the cabin, drawing the attention of your companions. Their eyes widen in surprise at your swift response, but they quickly recognize the necessity of your actions. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you return to your seat, the weight of what you've just done settling heavily on your shoulders.

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