Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐞

The deafening roar of gunfire filled the air as Ghost crouched beside a battered car, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat of impending doom. His eyes scanned the chaos unfolding before him, searching desperately for a path to safety. "Go Johnny! Get out of there!" Ghost's voice sliced through the chaos, his urgency punctuated by the relentless barrage of bullets whizzing past. Soap, his body wracked with pain, hesitated for a brief moment, his features contorted in agony. With a grimace, he gritted his teeth and mustered every ounce of strength left in his battered form. Clutching his wounded shoulder, he limped towards the barrier, each step a battle against the searing pain coursing through his body.

"Soap, go!" Ghost's voice rang out once more, urging his teammate forward with fierce determination. Soap, fueled by sheer willpower, pressed on, his movements strained as he clambered over the barrier, his body protesting with every agonizing movement. As Soap slid down the hill, his injured arm still managing to fire shots back at their assailants, Ghost watched with a mixture of relief and apprehension. "Get him! Now!" Graves's commanding voice boomed over the din, his orders echoing across the battlefield like a grim omen of impending doom.

But Soap refused to falter, his resolve unbroken as he continued his desperate escape. With each step, he drew closer to safety, his survival instinct driving him forward against all odds. And as he disappeared from view, Ghost couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for his teammate's unwavering bravery in the face of adversity. Driven by a potent mix of fear and fury, you burst forth from behind the brush, your weapon clutched tightly in trembling hands. With each shot fired, a defiant roar tore from your throat, drowning out the cacophony of gunfire and chaos surrounding you.

As the gunfire intensified, the air crackled with the staccato rhythm of bullets flying through the night. Each shot felt like a hammer blow, reverberating through your body as you sought cover behind one of the cars. With gritted teeth, you returned fire, your fingers squeezing the trigger in rapid succession. Each muzzle flash illuminated the chaos around you, casting eerie shadows that danced across the battlefield.

Ghost moved with calculated precision, his movements are fluid and purposeful as he engaged the enemy. His presence was a reassuring anchor amidst the chaos, his skill and resolve a beacon of hope amid uncertainty. But the odds were stacked against you, and for every shadow you managed to take down, it seemed two more emerged from the darkness. Their relentless advance threatened to overwhelm you, their bullets finding their mark with chilling accuracy.

Ghost's gaze flickered in your direction, his heart clenching at the sight of you risking everything during the relentless onslaught. But amidst the chaos, he knew there was no time for hesitation. With a decisive nod, he lunged forward, his muscles coiled with tension as he sprinted towards you. Bullets whizzed past, their deadly intent a constant reminder of the perilous situation they were trapped in. Yet, fueled by adrenaline and sheer determination, Ghost closed the distance, his outstretched hand reaching for yours amidst the chaos of battle.

As his fingers closed around yours, a surge of relief washed over you, mingling with the thunderous pounding of your racing heart. With Ghost by your side, you felt a fleeting sense of safety amidst the storm of violence raging around you. Together, you ran, your footsteps echoing against the scorched earth as you sought refuge from the relentless onslaught of Shadow Company's forces. Ghost's hand tightened in yours, guiding you swiftly through the chaos. Together, you dashed towards the nearest cover, the urgency of your flight driving you deeper into the dense brush and trees that lined the outskirts of the base.

With each step, the undergrowth whipped past you, offering fleeting sanctuary from the barrage of bullets that filled the air. Ghost's presence beside you was a steady anchor in the midst of the storm, his unwavering determination matching your own as you sought refuge amidst the natural camouflage of the wilderness. You ducked behind a cluster of thick bushes, the foliage providing a brief respite from the chaos unfolding just beyond. Heart pounding, you pressed closer to Ghost, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you huddled together in the shadows, hidden from view.

As both of you caught your breath, the intensity of the moment still hung heavy in the air. You watched with bated breath as the men ceased their gunfire and began scouring the area around the entrance, their movements tense with anticipation. Graves' voice cut through the silence, "you there Ghost? That was a big mistake brother. It didn't have to be like this." But Ghost remained unfazed, his focus locked on you as you both crouched in the cover of the brush, hands still tightly clasped. "We have to get out of here," you whispered urgently, your eyes darting between Ghost and the advancing shadows. But Ghost's gaze held yours, a silent reassurance in chaos.

"Find 'em!" Graves' voice echoed in the distance, urging his men to continue the hunt. With a sense of urgency, you pleaded with Ghost to flee, to escape the clutches of danger that loomed ever closer. Ghost pulled you into his embrace, a brief moment of solace amidst the turmoil. You clung to him, drawing strength from his presence as he silently reassured you of your safety. Then, with a determined resolve, Ghost seized your hand once more, leading you through the labyrinth of trees and undergrowth, your escape unfolding with each cautious step.

Ghost led you into the cover of the trees, a sanctuary from the chaos that enveloped the base. With your hand tightly clasped in his, the two of you began to run, the urgency of escape driving your every step. The weight of the backpack on your shoulders slowed you down slightly, but Ghost's determination pushed you forward. As you sprinted through the dense foliage, Ghost's pace was relentless, practically dragging you along in his wake. Struggling to keep up, you stumbled over a protruding root, landing unceremoniously on the forest floor. Concern flashed across Ghost's face as he crouched beside you, his voice filled with worry. "Are you okay?" he asked urgently, extending his hand to help you up. With a nod, you assured him of your well-being, albeit slightly shaken from the fall. Without hesitation, Ghost swiftly transferred the weight of the backpack from your shoulders to his own, easing your burden as you resumed your flight through the forest.

The two of you emerged on the outskirts of Las Almas, the city already engulfed in chaos. Ghost scanned the area, his sharp eyes taking in the sight of the shadows prowling the streets. You watched in horror as they invaded citizens' homes, the sound of gunfire echoing through the city. A sense of dread washed over you as you realized the extent of the violence unfolding before your eyes, innocent lives being snuffed out indiscriminately. Your hand instinctively flew to cover your mouth, trying to stifle the gasp of horror that threatened to escape.

Ghost noticed your distress and turned to you, his gaze filled with reassurance amidst the turmoil. Without uttering a word, Ghost unslung the backpack from his shoulders and began rummaging through it, retrieving a pistol. His silent acknowledgment spoke volumes as he inspected the contents of the bag. "You thought of everything," he remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice. "I grabbed what I could," you replied modestly. "My smart girl," he complimented, zipping up the bag and securing it back on his back. "Alright," Ghost said, his tone becoming more serious. "There's a church in the heart of the city. We'll take shelter there." "How are we gonna get there?" you asked anxiously. "Follow me," he replied decisively, leading the way with determined purpose.

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