Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

A/N: Almost 20k reads?? Y'all are spoiling meeeee. I hope everyone who's been reading along has been enjoying this! We're REALLY close to what I'm sure a lot of you have been waiting for, so continue being patient and enjoy! <3

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You told Soap and Keegan everything, laying out the unsettling revelations about Graves and Shadow Company. Soap's jaw clenched as he absorbed the information, his expression darkening with each passing moment. Keegan, meanwhile, seemed incredulous, his brow furrowed in disbelief as he re-read the gathered intelligence. "No, this can't be right. I've worked with Graves and Shadow Company before," Keegan muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief. He scanned the documents again, searching for any sign of deception or misinterpretation.

Soap's fists clenched at his sides, his anger simmering just below the surface. "That bastard, I should have broken his jaw," he seethed, his voice low and dangerous. The betrayal cut deep, challenging the trust that had once been placed in Graves and his cohorts. As the weight of the situation settled over them, a tense silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of Keegan's frustrated sigh and Soap's restrained fury. The revelation had shaken the foundation of their trust, leaving them to grapple with the implications of the betrayal. 

"So, what do we do?" Keegan's voice cut through the heavy silence, his eyes searching for guidance amidst the chaos. Ghost spoke up, his tone firm and authoritative. "You speak about this with no one, and you continue acting normal," he instructed, his words carrying a weight of necessity. The gravity of the situation demanded discretion, and Ghost's directive left no room for doubt. Soap's jaw clenched at Ghost's words, his frustration evident in his clenched fists. "We have to go on a mission with Graves in a few days," Soap interjected, his voice tight with barely contained anger. "I say we just kill him and act like a cartel member did it," he suggested, his tone laced with a mix of determination and resignation.

"Look, Price and Laswell are gonna be back in three days. Laswell is gonna look into it," you asserted, trying to inject a note of reassurance into the tense atmosphere. The prospect of their return offered a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty that hung heavy in the air. Soap sighed heavily, his frustration evident in the crease of his brow. "We could be walking right into a trap. Our mission is in two days," he countered, his voice tinged with concern. "If it is a trap, we'll be prepared. Besides, we don't know exactly what they're doing; we still have a job to do, and that is to put a stop to those missiles," you reasoned, your tone steady despite the turmoil.

Keegan's skepticism lingered, his expression reflecting the doubts that plagued his mind. "That doesn't make it much better," he remarked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. You sighed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a heavy burden. "I know, but without Price and Laswell here yet, there isn't much of anything we can do," you admitted, acknowledging the limitations of your current predicament. As the gravity of the situation settled over you all, a heavy silence descended, each of you grappling with the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

As Ghost's gaze lingered on you, observing the furrow of your eyebrows and the intensity of your concentration, a wave of unease washed over him. At that moment, his usual stoicism crumbled, replaced by a raw vulnerability that he rarely allowed himself to acknowledge. For the first time in his life, Ghost felt a pang of genuine fear grip his heart. Memories of Roach and Yuri, comrades lost in the line of duty, flooded his mind, each loss leaving an indelible mark on his soul. The thought of facing another loss, of losing you, filled Ghost with a sense of dread, unlike anything he had ever experienced. The mere idea of your absence, of a future without your steadfast presence by his side, sent a shiver down his spine.