Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

With a final exchange of nods, Ghost split from the group, his footsteps echoing faintly against the metal grating beneath him. As he ventured deeper into the heart of the rig, the air grew heavy with anticipation. Each corridor held the potential for danger, but Ghost remained focused, his senses sharp and alert. The sound of distant gunfire served as a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked around every corner. Yet, Ghost pressed on, his determination driving him forward. With each passing moment, the weight of their mission hung heavy in the air, urging Ghost to move swiftly and decisively.

Ghost moved swiftly through the door, entering a dimly lit hallway that stretched out before him like a labyrinth of metal and shadows. He made sure to keep his footsteps light, his senses attuned to any sign of movement or danger. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps. Ghost instinctively pressed himself against the wall, his heart pounding in his chest as he readied his weapon. As two armed AQ soldiers rounded the corner, he acted without hesitation, his training kicking in as he fired off precise shots that brought them down before they could react.

The echoes of gunfire reverberated through the narrow corridor, a stark reminder of the perilous nature of their mission. Ghost knew that time was of the essence, and he couldn't afford to be slowed down by the enemy's reinforcements. Pressing forward, he continued his search, his movements calculated and methodical as he navigated the maze-like layout of the rig. More enemy soldiers appeared, drawn by the commotion, but Ghost remained undeterred, his focus unwavering as he engaged them in fierce combat. With each confrontation, Ghost proved himself to be a formidable adversary, his skills honed through years of training and experience. He moved with precision and efficiency, dispatching his foes with deadly accuracy as he pushed ever closer to his objective.

Despite the growing intensity of the firefight, Ghost remained calm and composed, his determination driving him forward through the chaos. He knew that the fate of their mission rested on his shoulders, and he was determined to see it through to the end, no matter the cost. Ghost then found some stairs, and ascended the stairs with purpose, his senses sharp as he checked both behind and ahead of him for any signs of danger. Pushing open the door at the top of the stairs, Ghost emerged onto the platform, greeted by the relentless downpour. He took a moment to survey his surroundings, his keen eyes scanning the area for any potential threats lurking in the shadows.

"I've moved up, checking the perimeter," Ghost relayed over the comms, his voice steady despite the urgency of their situation. "Copy, the controls should be up there. Look for a blue shipping container," Graves responded, his voice crackling over the radio. Ghost nodded to himself, his gaze sweeping over the platform as he searched for any sign of the elusive container. The rain obscured his vision, but he remained focused, his determination unwavering as he pressed on with his mission. With every step, he remained vigilant, knowing that the success of their operation depended on his ability to locate and secure the target. As he moved cautiously through the rain-soaked platform, Ghost remained alert, his senses heightened as he kept a lookout for any potential threats.

Ghost approached the blue shipping container with determination, his hand gripping the door handle tightly as he prepared to breach it. With a swift pull, he swung the door open, revealing an empty interior. Confusion flickered across his features as he scanned the barren space, searching for any sign of the controls they were tasked with securing. The rest of the team caught up to him, their footsteps echoing on the metal platform as they joined him at the container.