Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥

You sat quietly in the back of the truck, gazing out of the window as the landscape blurred past, the events of the mission still fresh in your mind. The tension lingered palpably in the air as General Shepherd's voice crackled over the comms, his tone stern and authoritative. "We can't have something like this happen again," Shepherd's voice resonated through the vehicle, his words carrying a weight of admonishment and urgency. Price's response was swift, his tone measured but firm. "Respectfully sir, Graves men ruined our mission," he asserted, his frustration thinly veiled beneath the veneer of professionalism.

The exchange escalated as Graves interjected, his voice cutting through the static of the communication channel. "I saved Serpent's ass," he boasted, his words laced with a hint of arrogance. You couldn't help but bristle at Graves' assertion, your pride stung by the implication that you couldn't handle the situation on your own. "I had it handled!" you retorted, your voice edged with defiance as you defended your capabilities.

Graves' rebuttal came swiftly, dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, sure. That's why I had to handle it for you," he countered, his tone smug and self-assured. General Shepherd intervened, his voice a commanding presence that brooked no further dissent. "Enough, everyone," he commanded his words a final decree that silenced the escalating tension. "I'm aware of the tensions between everyone, but from now on, we're together as one. We do these missions together, not apart," he declared, his words a reminder of the importance of unity and cohesion in the face of adversity.

"Copy that, sir," Price responded curtly, acknowledging General Shepherd's directive. The journey continued in silence for a while longer until the truck came to a stop at the hangar. Graves' helicopter landed shortly after, adding to the sense of urgency and purpose. As everyone disembarked from the vehicles, Valeria was blindfolded and securely bound to a chair inside one of the shipment containers, her presence a constant reminder of the lingering threat posed by the cartel and the shadowy figures behind it.

The atmosphere was tense as the team worked swiftly and efficiently to secure their captive, their movements purposeful and resolute. In the dim light of the container, the shadows seemed to dance ominously, casting a pall over the proceedings as the reality of their situation began to sink in. Graves, his demeanor stern and focused, stepped into the container, methodically removing his gloves as he addressed Alejandro. "Alright, how do you two know each other?" he inquired, his voice betraying a hint of suspicion.

Alejandro, ever guarded, replied with a cryptic response. "Know is a strong word," he stated, his gaze unwavering. Valeria, bound and seemingly resigned to her fate, her words weighted with significance. "Las palabras fuertes son importantes. ¿Nuestra palabra es nuestra valor, no? "(Strong words are important. Our word is our worth, right?) she remarked, her tone tinged with a mixture of defiance and resignation, as if acknowledging the complexities of their shared history and the weight of their actions. 

In a surge of anger, Alejandro erupted in Spanish, his words laden with venom. "¡Vete al infierno, hijo de puta! ¡Te voy a matar!" ("Go to hell, you son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you!") He attempted to lunge at Valeria, but the team quickly restrained him, their hands gripping his arms tightly as they tried to calm him down. "Calm down, Ale!" Soap intervened, his voice firm yet reassuring, urging Alejandro to regain control. Reluctantly, Alejandro complied, raising his hands in surrender and stepping back from the confrontation.