Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

Diego Salgado's Mansion

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As Ghost settled into position high above, his keen eyes scanning the terrain below, Price's voice crackled through the comms, breaking the silence. "Ghost, are you in position?" "Affirmative," Ghost replied crisply, his voice calm and composed despite the tension in the air. "I can see inside."

"Good," Price acknowledged, his tone carrying a sense of urgency. "Alejandro should be arriving. Do you see him?"Peering through the scope of his sniper rifle, Ghost trained his sights on the entrance of the mansion, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, sir," he confirmed, his voice steady. "He's entering now." Turning his attention to you, Price's voice took on a more serious tone. "If things go sideways, we'll hear over the comms, alright?" You nodded, your grip tightening on the strap of your bag as you prepared to enter the lion's den. "Yes, sir," you affirmed, your voice determined despite the nerves gnawing at your insides.

With a final adjustment of your masquerade mask, you steeled yourself for the task ahead, drawing strength from the words of encouragement offered by your teammates. "Good luck, Serpent," Gaz said, his hand resting reassuringly on your shoulder. "Be safe," Soap added, his expression mirroring the concern etched on his features. "Come back in one piece," Keegan chimed in, offering a supportive pat on your shoulder. Returning Keegan's gesture with a light bump of your fist, you offered a small, determined smile. "Count on it," you replied, the resolve in your voice unwavering as you prepared to step into the unknown.

As you stepped out of the car, the cool night air enveloped you, sending a shiver down your spine despite the warmth of the evening. The mansion loomed before you, its imposing facade bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. "Can you hear us?" Price's voice crackled softly through the earpiece nestled in your ear. "Affirmative," you whispered back, your voice barely audible even to yourself as you moved with purpose towards the entrance. Ghost's voice joined the conversation, his words laced with a quiet determination. "Good hunting," he said, his support a reassuring presence in the darkness.

Ignoring the wary glances of the armed bodyguards stationed at the entrance, you squared your shoulders and strode forward, your movements confident and deliberate. With each step, the anticipation coiled tighter in your chest, a thrum of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Pushing open the ornate doors,a wave of sophistication washed over you. The elegant grandeur of the surroundings took your breath away, the soft glow of chandeliers casting a warm, inviting light over the scene. 

Tables adorned with luxurious floral arrangements dotted the expansive room, each meticulously set with gleaming silverware and delicate china. People mingled amidst the splendor, their laughter and animated conversations filling the air with an electric buzz of excitement. Spanish music floated through the room, its melodious strains weaving through the lively chatter like a siren's song, enticing you further into the heart of the festivities. Couples swayed gracefully to the rhythm, their movements fluid and hypnotic, adding to the enchanting ambiance of the evening.

As you navigated through the throng of guests, their elegant attire and sparkling jewelry catching the light, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer beauty and extravagance of it all. This was a world unlike any other, a realm of luxury and privilege where every detail was meticulously curated to perfection. But amidst the glamour and revelry, your focus remained unwavering, your senses finely attuned to the task at hand. With each step, you scanned the crowd, searching for your target amidst the sea of faces, determined to blend in seamlessly and carry out your mission with precision and finesse.