Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤

The tension hung thick in the air, palpable with every stolen glance and awkward shuffle. As the movie played in the background, its sound providing an eerie counterpoint to the subdued atmosphere, everyone sat on the couch, their expressions a mix of discomfort and apprehension. Then, Price's sudden entrance shattered the fragile peace, his urgent words slicing through the awkwardness like a knife. "Laswell's been kidnapped while she was in Urzikstan," he announced, his voice breaking the tension with a jolt of panic. The news jolted everyone out of their reverie, their previously idle minds now consumed with worry for their missing comrade. Gaz voiced the collective fear, his question echoing the unspoken concern hanging in the room. "What's going to happen to her?"

Price's words injected a glimmer of hope amidst the fear. "Farah is working on it currently, she's alive and okay for now," he revealed, his tone a mixture of urgency and reassurance. Your curiosity piqued, you couldn't help but ask, "Who's Farah?" Ghost, interjected smoothly, "Farah Karim. She's the commander of the Urzikstan Liberation Force." His words painted a picture of a strong and capable leader, someone who could potentially turn the tide in Laswell's favor. 

"So what do we do?" Keegan's voice cut through the tension, his eyes reflecting a mix of worry and determination. "We'll have to rely on Shepherd for now," Price declared, his tone heavy with resignation. "No, we can do this without him," you interjected quickly, the thought of involving Shepherd stirring discomfort within you. Price's gaze shifted to you, his expression questioning. "How could we possibly do that?" Rudy, ever the strategist, spoke up next. "We need to find El Sin Nombre."

A ripple of uncertainty passed through the group, until Alejandro chimed in with skepticism. "How do you expect we do that?" Rudy's response was confident, his plan already taking shape. "Hassan's phone. There was an invitation for something." The glimmer of hope in his eyes ignited a spark of determination in the room. "Did you let him go yet?" You directed the question at Price, your voice edged with urgency. "We were about to," Price confirmed, his tone reflecting the gravity of the situation.

Without another word, a silent agreement passed between everyone present. With a shared glance, you all rose from your seats, a sense of purpose driving you forward. Moving as one, you made your way to where Hassan was being held, each step bringing you closer to the unfolding mission and the challenges it would bring. Apologies for the oversight. As the team stood before Hassan's cell, their gazes hardened with resolve. Price stepped forward, his voice firm as he addressed the captive. "What's the invitation on your phone for?"

Hassan's demeanor remained defiant, his lips curling into a sardonic smirk. "Ah, so now you're interested in my affairs?" he taunted, his voice laced with arrogance. Ignoring his provocation, Keegan spoke up, his tone laced with urgency. "We need to know, Hassan. Lives are at stake here." Hassan's smirk widened, relishing in the discomfort he caused. "It's nothing you need concern yourselves with," he replied cryptically, his eyes gleaming with malice. Frustration simmered among the team members, their patience wearing thin with each evasive response. Ghost, however, remained composed, his keen gaze never wavering from Hassan's face. "We're not leaving until we get answers," Ghost asserted, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

The tension in the room was palpable as Hassan's defiance echoed through the cell. Ghost's expression remained stoic, but a flicker of frustration danced in his eyes. Without a word, he signaled to the guards, who reluctantly unlocked the cell door. As Ghost stepped forward, his movements deliberate and controlled, Hassan's arrogance seemed to waver ever so slightly. With a swift motion, Ghost's fist connected with Hassan's jaw, sending him reeling backward. The sound of the impact reverberated through the room, punctuating the silence that followed.

Hassan's defiant facade faltered for a moment as he coughed up blood, his eyes narrowing with a mix of pain and defiance. "I will tell you nothing," he spat, his voice hoarse but resolute. Turning to face the rest of the team, Ghost's gaze was steely, his resolve unyielding. "Should we start with fingernails?" he asked, his tone chillingly calm. The gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air as the team grappled with the moral implications of Ghost's proposition. Each member exchanged uneasy glances, grappling with the weight of the decision before them.

Finally, it was you who broke the silence, your voice steady despite the turmoil churning within. "No," you said firmly, meeting Ghost's unwavering gaze. "There are other ways." Ghost's expression softened marginally at your words, a flicker of calm passing across his features. He nodded, acknowledging your resolve, but the tension in the room remained palpable. Turning back to Hassan, you took a step forward, your demeanor resolute. "We'll find another way," you stated, your voice unwavering. "But time is running out, Hassan. Your cooperation could save your own life."

Hassan's gaze hardened, his defiance unyielding as he remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line. It was clear that extracting information from him would be no easy feat. With a heavy sigh, Ghost signaled to the guards, instructing them to lock the cell once more. As the heavy metal door closed with a resounding clang, the team exchanged somber glances, the weight of their mission bearing down on them with renewed intensity.

The team sat in a tense silence on the couch, each member lost in their own thoughts, pondering the implications of the information they had gleaned from Hassan's belongings. Alejandro broke the silence with a grim assessment of the situation. "Well, the location is one of the cartel's mansions, and the date is two days from now. But this could be a deliberate trap," he pointed out, his voice laced with concern. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air as everyone contemplated their next move. Ghost, ever the strategist, finally spoke up with a suggestion. "We could go into town, see if anyone else was invited to this," he proposed, his tone measured yet determined.

Rodolfo's laughter echoed through the room, a sharp contrast to the gravity of their situation. "Come on, Ghost, you're smarter than that. Las Almas is riddled with cartel everywhere," he remarked, his tone tinged with skepticism. Alejandro, ever the voice of reason, offered a counterproposal. "That's precisely why we have to act cool. Go to a bar, dress in casual clothes, and act normal for a night. Look at all of us. We're miserable," he reasoned, gesturing around at the somber faces of his comrades. Amidst the tension, Soap's attempt at lightening the mood elicited a few chuckles from the team. "If we're going to a bar, I'm getting what they call crunk," he declared, prompting a few amused smiles.

Alejandro nodded in agreement, considering the logistics. "We'll go to a bar that Rudy and I are known at, so it doesn't look weird that we have a bunch of gringos with us," he suggested, his tone practical yet laced with a hint of reassurance. The idea seemed to resonate with the group, offering a sense of familiarity and safety in uncertainty. With tentative smiles and a renewed sense of determination, they began to prepare for the night ahead, knowing that their next moves could be crucial in unraveling the mysteries surrounding the cartel's plans.

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