Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

As you slowly pushed open the creaky door, the hinges protesting with each movement, you felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your grip tightened on your weapon, fingers poised and ready for action. The truck came into view, a welcome sight amidst the chaos that surrounded you. You exchanged a nod with Ghost and Soap, a silent agreement passing between you. It was time to move, to push forward despite the dangers that lurked in the shadows. With cautious steps, you made your way towards the truck, senses heightened and alert for any sign of danger. Every sound echoed in the silence, each shadow a potential threat waiting to strike.

"They're right there!" A shadow yelled. Bullets sliced through the air, tearing through the silence with their deadly intent. You reacted instinctively, diving for cover behind the nearest obstacle, heart pounding in your chest. Ghost and Soap were quick to follow suit, seeking refuge from the onslaught of gunfire. The shadows had found you, their voices a grim reminder of the danger that surrounded you. You exchanged a tense glance with Ghost and Soap, a silent acknowledgment of the perilous situation you found yourselves in. There was no time to waste, no room for hesitation. 

With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you returned fire with precision, aiming to suppress the advancing shadows and create an opening for your escape. Bullets punctuated the air as you crawled towards the truck, the metallic clang of gunfire echoing in your ears. Taking cover behind the vehicle, you fired through the shattered windows, your movements swift and calculated. The roar of the engine filled the air as you twisted the key in the ignition, urging the truck to life. "Come on!" you yelled, the urgency in your voice cutting through the chaos. Soap and Ghost sprinted towards the truck, their footsteps echoing against the pavement as they joined you in the relative safety of the vehicle.

With Ghost settled in the passenger seat and Soap securing the back, you wasted no time shifting gears, your focus solely on escaping the encroaching shadows. Bullets continued to rain down, shattering the remaining glass as Soap and Ghost returned fire. Ahead, a group of shadows blocked your path, their figures silhouetted in the dim light. With determination coursing through your veins, you gritted your teeth and made a split-second decision. "Hold on!" you shouted, your voice ringing with determination as you pressed your foot down on the accelerator. The truck surged forward, the engine roaring as it barreled through the group of shadows, their forms scattering in the wake of your unstoppable momentum.

As you sped away from the chaos of Las Almas, Soap couldn't contain his excitement. "That was badass, Y/N!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with adrenaline. The adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you couldn't help but grin at Soap's exclamation. "Just trying to get us out of there in one piece," you replied, your voice tinged with relief. The streets of Las Almas blurred past as you drove, the urgency of escape still palpable in the air. 

You glanced at Ghost and couldn't ignore the sight of blood pooling at his leg as he fiddled with the GPS. Concern crept into your voice. "Ghost, you were hit?" you asked, your worry evident. He let out a pained groan before responding, "Yeah, but I'm alright. Eyes on the road love." With determination, he input the location into the GPS and directed you, despite his injury. You nodded, your focus shifting back to the road as you pressed harder on the gas pedal, determined to get Ghost and the team to safety. "Hang in there, Ghost," you said softly, your voice a mix of concern and determination. Ghost gave you a reassuring nod, his jaw clenched in pain as he braced himself against the seat. With each passing mile, the urgency of the situation weighed heavier on your shoulders, but you pushed forward, your eyes fixed on the road ahead.