Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐔𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Ghost answered the call and put the phone on speaker, allowing both of you to hear the conversation. "Captain?" Ghost said, his voice carrying a hint of concern as he answered the call. "Ghost, can you hear me?" Price's voice crackled through the speaker. "Yes, sir. I'm here with Serpent," Ghost responded, his tone steady despite the tension in the room. "Good, we got Laswell back," Price's words brought a wave of relief to both of you. Your concern for Laswell prompted you to inquire, "Is she alright?"

Price reassured you, "She's okay, just a bit shaken up. We're taking her back to Farah's base." Relief washed over you momentarily. "That's good. When will you be back?" you asked, eager for their return. Price paused before responding, "At least three days." You exchanged a knowing glance with Ghost, realizing that the timing was tight, given the impending mission. "Everything alright down there?" Price inquired further.  Ghost's voice took on a serious tone as he replied, "There are some things you guys should know. Can Laswell hear us?" 

Price confirmed their ability to listen in, and Laswell interjected, "There's some things you guys should know too." Encouraging Laswell to proceed, you said, "You go first." Laswell revealed the unsettling information. "Data off Hassan's phone pointed to a smuggling port off the coast of Spain. I had Farah check it out, but no missiles were there. The guidance systems were." Ghost's reaction mirrored your concern. "Guidance systems? Where the hell did they get those?" Laswell's response weighed heavily in the room. "Russians." 

You and Ghost looked at each other, realizing you were right about the Russians being involved. "Now it's your turn," Laswell said over the phone, her voice sounding clear despite the distance. You cleared your throat, feeling the weight of the information you were about to share. "Graves and Shepherd shouldn't be trusted, ma'am," you began, firm and resolute. Laswell's voice came back, asking, "Why's that?" "Ghost and I did some digging of our own," you explained, your tone unwavering. "There's a lot of shady things going on." Price's voice crackled over the line, his tone serious as he affirmed, "We're listening."

"When I was looking at their recent financial transcripts, I noticed a pattern, a code of some sort," you elaborated. "I found out they're coordinates." Laswell's voice returned, her concern evident. "Coordinates to where?" she inquired. "Here, the states, Al Mazrah, and... Russia," you revealed, the gravity of the situation sinking in with each word. Laswell's response was measured, asking, "And you're sure about this?" Ghost interjected, his voice echoing your certainty. "There's more where that came from too. They can't be trusted," he added, his tone reflecting the seriousness of the situation.

You and Ghost exchanged a glance, understanding the gravity of the situation. "What should we do?" you asked, your voice echoing the tension in the room. Laswell let out a weary sigh before responding, her voice carrying a weight of responsibility. "We still have to put a stop to those missiles. You'll go on your mission as planned, but I'll figure this out and we'll deal with them on our own." Ghost's brows furrowed in thought as he considered the implications. "Should the rest of the team know?" he asked, his tone reflecting a sense of urgency. "I think now would be a good time to tell them, so that just in case something happens, they're prepared," Laswell replied, her voice steady but tinged with concern. Price's voice joined in, his British accent cutting through the tension. "Bloody Graves, huh? Always knew something was off with that kid."

The tension in the room was palpable as the gravity of the situation sank in. Ghost glanced at you, silently acknowledging the weight of the mission ahead. "We'll handle the missiles, Kate," he affirmed. Laswell's voice crackled over the line again. "Good. Keep me posted. And remember, discretion is key. We can't afford any missteps." With a collective understanding, the call ended, leaving you and Ghost to contemplate the looming challenges ahead. 

It was clear that the mission ahead had just become even more critical, with the added weight of distrust within your ranks. Ghost stood up, pacing the room deep in thought. "We can't afford any more surprises,"  he muttered, more to himself than to you. Nodding in agreement, you leaned against the desk, your mind racing with the implications of what you had just learned. "Why the hell are the Russians involved in this?" you asked, your voice laden with frustration as you tried to piece together the puzzle of their involvement. "This will be the next world war if we don't stop this," Ghost said gravely, his words hanging heavy in the air, echoing the urgency of the situation.

"Should we bring Soap and Keegan in now?" you asked, breaking the silence that hung heavy in the room. Ghost paused, his brow furrowed in contemplation as he considered your suggestion. "You sure we can trust Keegan?" Ghost finally responded, his voice measured, hinting at a hint of skepticism. You nodded firmly, your conviction unwavering. "Yeah, why not?" you replied, confident in Keegan's abilities and loyalty. "He's real close with some of the shadows here," Ghost cautioned, his tone conveying a sense of concern. You understood the implications of bringing Keegan into the fold, knowing that his connections could prove to be both a boon and a liability. "We need all the help we can get," you countered, your voice firm and resolute.

Ghost considered your words for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Alright then, let's bring them in," he conceded, acknowledging the wisdom in your decision. Almost on cue, a knock echoed through the room, drawing Ghost's attention. "It's unlocked," he called out, granting entry to the visitor. In walked Soap, his presence commanding yet reassuring. "Hey L.T., you alright?" Soap inquired, his concern evident in his voice. Ghost offered a brief nod, his expression stoic as he responded, "I'm fine."

 "What did Ale say about the tournament?" you asked a spark of excitement in your voice. Soap's face lit up with a wide smile as he replied, "He says we'll all gather in the main field at 3:00." "It's gonna be fun! I wonder what some of the challenges will be," you mused, anticipation bubbling within you. However, Ghost's stern demeanor reminded you to stay focused. "Let's get to the point," he interjected, his tone cutting through the jovial atmosphere. Soap's brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. Sensing the gravity of the situation, you exchanged a glance with Ghost before addressing Soap directly. "There's been some things going on... would you mind grabbing Keegan?" you requested, your voice carrying a sense of urgency.

Soap's expression shifted, registering the seriousness of your tone. Without another word, he nodded in understanding and swiftly exited the room, leaving you and Ghost to prepare for the impending conversation with Keegan. As you waited for Soap's return, the weight of the situation settled over you once more, underscoring the importance of the decisions that lay ahead.

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