Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐄𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨

6 Years Ago

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For the past three months, you had operated under the radar in Mexico, conducting off-the-books intel deals and covert operations to gather information on El Diablo's cartel. It had been a dangerous and painstaking process, navigating the treacherous underworld of organized crime while ensuring that none of your team members were put at risk. El Diablo was a formidable and elusive figure, feared and respected in equal measure within the criminal underworld. His ruthlessness knew no bounds, and his influence extended far beyond the borders of his home country. He had evaded capture for years, operating with impunity and orchestrating acts of violence and terror with chilling precision. 

The military ball massacre wasn't just a tragic event—it was the moment that had changed the course of your life forever. Your parents and brother had been among the innocent victims, caught in the crossfire of El Diablo's insatiable thirst for power and dominance. For years, you had carried the weight of that loss, the grief and anger simmering beneath the surface as you dedicated yourself to your training and your mission. But now, with the discovery that El Diablo was behind the atrocity that had robbed you of everything, your resolve hardened into steel. Every step you took, every move you made, was fueled by a singular purpose: to hunt down El Diablo and make him pay for what he had done. It wasn't just about justice anymore—it was about closure, about finding peace amid the chaos and reclaiming a sense of control over your own destiny.

As you delved deeper into your personal mission, you couldn't shake the knowledge that Price and the rest of your team were likely worried sick about your disappearance. Being off the grid for so long had undoubtedly raised concerns, and you knew that officially, you were considered AWOL. But here you stood, in front of his mansion. The electricity was cut and his guard's lifeless bodies who were silently killed strewn across the entrance. The mansion loomed before you, a dark silhouette against the night sky. The stillness of the surrounding area was eerie, almost palpable. The electricity outage had plunged the compound into darkness, leaving only the faint glow of distant streetlights to illuminate your path. 

As you entered the mansion, the darkness enveloped you like a suffocating shroud. The air was thick with tension, and the silence weighed heavily upon you. You moved cautiously, each step echoing through the empty halls. Your senses were on high alert, every sound amplified in the oppressive stillness. The faintest creak of floorboards beneath your feet sent a shiver down your spine, and the flicker of movement in the shadows made your heart race. Despite the danger that lurked around every corner, you pressed on, driven by an unyielding determination to uncover the truth. Your mind raced with thoughts of the past, memories of your parents' untimely demise fueling your resolve.

As you navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the mansion, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. Every shadow seemed to conceal a hidden threat, and the oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily upon you. But you refused to let fear dictate your actions. With each passing moment, your determination grew stronger, your resolve unshakable. You would not rest until you had confronted the cartel member responsible for so much pain and suffering. 

You ascended the grand staircase, the wood creaking beneath your weight with each step. The air grew colder as you reached the upper landing, a chill settling in your bones as you ventured further into the heart of the mansion. Peering into each room, you felt a sense of unease wash over you as you encountered the opulent yet desolate spaces.  Your footsteps echoed through the empty halls as you explored, your senses heightened by the eerie silence that surrounded you. With each door you opened, your heart raced with anticipation, hoping to uncover the clues that would lead you to your target. As you pushed open yet another door, you were met with a sight that stopped you in your tracks. Before you lay a child's room, its walls are adorned with colorful murals and shelves filled with toys and trinkets.