Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

The atmosphere in the conference room was tense as you sat alongside Price and Laswell. Price's anger was palpable, his silence speaking volumes about his disappointment and frustration. However, Laswell's understanding gaze offered a glimmer of reassurance amid the storm brewing around you. The arrival of three high-ranking officials only heightened the tension in the room. Among them was Captain MacMillan, now promoted to the rank of General in the British Army. His presence commanded respect, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of apprehension at the gravity of the situation.

As the Captain of the SAS and a Lieutenant joined General MacMillan, the weight of their authority seemed to fill the room. Their expressions were stern, betraying none of the emotions swirling beneath the surface. It was clear that this meeting would determine your fate, and the consequences of your actions weighed heavily on your mind. With a heavy sigh, General MacMillan's voice filled the room, his tone a mix of disappointment and frustration. "What the hell were you thinking, Y/N?" he demanded, his words cutting through the tense silence like a knife. His gaze bore into yours, searching for answers, but you found yourself at a loss for words under his intense scrutiny.

"We gave you shelter, a chance at life. And this is how you repay us? Going AWOL and raising even more questions about you? You put the entirety of the British Army at risk due to your history alone," General MacMillan's voice held a note of sternness, his words laden with the weight of responsibility and consequence. The gravity of his words settled heavily upon you, a stark reminder of the repercussions of your actions. "But," he continued, "only thanks to Laswell being able to clean up this mess, we are not going to trial." 

"You're bloody lucky," the lieutenant interjected, his voice brimming with frustration. "We should be locking you up for desertion." Price remained silent, his expression a mixture of disappointment and anger. Laswell sighed, her gaze weary but understanding. "Y/N, I can't defend your actions," she said softly. "But I understand why you did what you did. And I'll do my best to ensure that this doesn't escalate any further." You nodded, feeling a heavy weight of guilt settle in your chest. Despite your intentions, you had put not only yourself but also your team and the entire British army in jeopardy. It was a mistake you knew you would have to live with.

General Macmillan sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "We're not going to press charges this time," he said, his tone stern. "Consider this your final warning, Y/N. One more misstep, and there won't be any leniency." You swallowed hard, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "Understood, sir," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "Now, Y/N," Laswell spoke again, her voice firm but not unkind, "I've redacted everything in your files up to this point. Consider this a fresh start. Your last name as well will continue to be hidden paperwork-wise."

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude wash over you. "Thank you, Laswell," you said sincerely, your voice filled with emotion. Price remained silent, his expression unreadable as he stared at you from across the table. You couldn't blame him for his anger; you had broken trust and jeopardized the integrity of the team. It would take time to earn back his trust, if you ever could. General MacMillan sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're a damn good soldier, Y/N," he said, his tone softer now. "But you need to understand the consequences of your actions. We can't have this kind of rogue behavior undermining the chain of command."

You nodded again, acknowledging his words. Deep down, you knew they were right. You had acted impulsively, driven by a thirst for vengeance that clouded your judgment. It was a mistake you couldn't afford to make again. Laswell stood up from her seat, her gaze meeting yours with a mixture of sternness and compassion. "I hope you've learned from this, Y/N," she said firmly. "We'll be keeping a close eye on you from now on." You straightened in your chair, a renewed determination coursing through you. "Yes, ma'am," you replied, your voice steady. With that, the meeting concluded, and you were left alone with your thoughts. As you walked out of the conference room, you knew that this was only the beginning of your journey to redemption.

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The memory of your past resurfaced, bringing with it a cascade of questions and doubts. Graves' cryptic words echoed in your mind, stirring unease and suspicion. How could he have known about your history, especially the details surrounding your last name? It was information shrouded in secrecy, known to only a select few individuals within the highest echelons of command. The weight of uncertainty bore down on you as your thoughts drifted to Ghost and your team. How would they react if they discovered the truth about your past? Would Ghost feel betrayed by your omission, questioning the foundation of trust upon which your relationship was built? 

And what about your team? Would they view you as a liability, a risk to their safety and the success of their missions? The thought of being branded as a deserter, of losing the camaraderie and trust you had worked so hard to cultivate, filled you with a sense of dread. But amidst the turmoil of doubt and fear, a glimmer of determination emerged. You refused to let the shadow of your past dictate your future, to allow the fear of judgment to paralyze your resolve. Instead, you vowed to confront the truth head-on, to unearth the secrets that threatened to unravel the fabric of your existence. With a newfound determination, you made a solemn promise to yourself: once your team returned, you would lay bare the truth, withholding nothing. You trusted them implicitly, and you believed that true unity could only be forged through honesty and transparency.

The knock at your door caught your attention, momentarily pulling you away from your thoughts. It wasn't unusual to have visitors, but the timing felt unexpected. With a curious glance towards the door, you rose from your seat and approached it with a sense of intrigue. Each step was deliberate, your mind racing with possibilities as to who could be on the other side. You opened the door, revealing Ava standing on the other side. A sense of familiarity washed over you as you greeted her with a nod, almost smiling to yourself as you realized you had momentarily forgotten about her existence. "Hey Serpent," she said almost nervously.

"Ava," you responded, your tone cool and detached. "I just wanted to let you know I'll be staying with some of my friends in a different building until they return, so you'll have the building to yourself." You nodded in acknowledgment and replied with a simple, "Alright." With a smile curling your lips, you quickly closed the door and padded back to your bed, the soft comforter inviting you to sink into its embrace. As you settled in, the warmth of the room enveloped you, cocooning you in a sense of peace and tranquility.

With a soft sigh of contentment, you reached for your phone, its screen glowing softly in the dim light of the room. Your fingers danced across the screen as you navigated to your messages, anticipation building with each passing moment. Then, like a beacon in the night, Ghost's name appeared on your screen, accompanied by a message that filled you with relief and joy. It was a simple yet reassuring update on their safe arrival and their current location—a safehouse nestled along the picturesque coast. A surge of warmth flooded through you as you read his words, a sense of relief washing over you knowing that they had arrived safely. Closing your eyes for a moment, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the technology that allowed you to stay connected despite the miles between you.

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