Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭

The atmosphere in the bases main briefing room was tense as everyone gathered, including Graves and his shadows, and Los Vaqueros awaiting Shepherd's briefing via the laptop screen. Price took charge, his voice firm and authoritative. "Commander Farah Karim needs assistance. AQ found out Laswell was out to get Hassan, and they're keeping her. We believe they're transporting her somewhere. Me and Gaz will be heading to Urzikstan today, so I leave Ghost in command until I get back," he announced, Gaz offering a simple affirmation with a nod.

Ghost, assuming temporary command, responded crisply, "Yes, sir," though you couldn't shake the feeling of unease at Price's departure. Shepherd's voice emanated from the laptop, cutting through the silence. "Coordinates obtained through interrogation confirm an oil rig 400 nautical miles offshore in the Gulf of Mexico," he revealed, setting the stage for the mission ahead. 

Shepherd's voice continued, detailing the intelligence gathered. "The rig is no longer active and is currently in use by the cartel as a smuggling dead drop. A cargo ship is anchored 500 meters to its northwest. Surveillance saw personnel moving a large container from the ship to the rig. That container is now on top of the platform," he explained, each word carrying weight in the room. "We believe this is the missile," Shepherd affirmed, the gravity of the situation sinking in as the reality of the mission became clearer.

Shepherd's directives echoed in the tense atmosphere of the briefing room. "TF 141, Colonel Vargas, and Shadow Company will infil three boat teams for a simultaneous takedown of both targets," he announced, outlining the coordinated operation. "Ghost will lead the ship assault team. Graves, Soap, Alejandro, and Serpent will engage the oil rig and disarm the missile," he continued, assigning specific roles to each member of the team. "All shooters will give no quarter. Your orders are to eliminate all threats. Intel confirms there will be another shipment a week from now. That's when we strike," Shepherd concluded firmly, emphasizing the seriousness of the mission and the need for decisive action.

With that, Graves shut the laptop and turned to his men. "Mexican Special Forces, 141, they are our brothers now. You treat them like your own and let's get this done, yeah?" His directive was met with a resounding affirmation from the Shadows. Turning to you, Graves reiterated the message, emphasizing the shift towards teamwork. "Which means we no longer do things alone." The Shadows echoed their agreement with a collective "Yes, sir." You exchanged a knowing look with Ghost, and the meeting came to an end.

"Me and Gaz will be heading out shortly, I expect to see you all in one piece when I return. Good hunting boys.. and girl." After Price's brief words, signaling his departure alongside Gaz, the team acknowledged his directive with a collective "yes, sir." Exiting the briefing room, each member prepared themselves mentally for the mission ahead, understanding the weight of their responsibilities and the necessity of returning unscathed.

Walking by you, Ghost said lowly, "My office." You let out a resigned sigh, sensing that this conversation might not be a pleasant one. Following Ghost into his office, you couldn't shake off a feeling of unease that settled over you like a heavy blanket. As he closed the door behind you, the click seemed to echo in the silence, amplifying the tension in the room. "What do you need, Ghost?" you asked, your tone guarded as you crossed your arms defensively. Ghost's expression was unreadable as he gestured to the chair opposite his desk, silently signaling for you to sit down.