Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐄𝐱𝐟𝐢𝐥

As Soap and Rodolfo approached, you and Ghost crouched behind a sturdy brick wall. "Shadows blocking the entrance," Rodolfo whispered as he peered around the corner. "Let's send 'em to hell and get inside," you said with determination in your voice. Soap chuckled at your words and said, "You sound just like Ghost." You playfully swatted his arm before turning back to the task at hand. The four of you moved forward with silent precision, taking out any guards that crossed your path. As you approached the heavy metal door, you realized it was locked. "Fuck, it's locked," you muttered in frustration. Your mind raced as you tried to come up with a plan.

"We'll need to breach it," Rodolfo suggested, readying his weapon. But then an idea struck you. "No, Rudy - knock," you declared confidently. Rodolfo raised an eyebrow but nodded in agreement. "On me," he said, leading the way towards the door. As he knocked loudly on the door, the rest of you tensed, preparing for whatever lay on the other side. This was just another day in the life of a soldier - filled with danger, adrenaline, and a strong bond between comrades. 

With practiced precision, Rodolfo swiftly and silently took down the soldier who opened the door. His gun fired with a sharp crack, and the enemy fell to the ground, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud. But before they could catch their breath, more soldiers approached, weapons drawn. It was a full-fledged shootout now, bullets flying in every direction as you and your team fought for survival. "Second deck!" Soap's voice echoed through the chaos, alerting you to more enemies coming your way. Without hesitation, you all worked together, taking down one soldier after another with precise shots and calculated movements.

 "More coming down the stairs!" you yelled out, never missing a beat as you continued firing at the approaching enemies. "Y/N, we'll keep 'em busy up top. Push forward," Soap directed, and you gave a determined nod before pushing ahead towards your next target. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood as you made your way through the hostile territory, each step bringing you closer to your objective. "Coming up behind you love," With Ghost by your side now, the four of you pushed forward up a set of stairs that led toward solitary confinement. "Alejandro's down the hall, on the right," Rodolfo reported calmly. "Expect contact," Ghost added, his voice steady despite the impending danger.

Turning the corner at the top of the stairs, the deafening sound of gunfire echoed through the narrow hallway. You instinctively returned fire with calculated precision, quickly taking down your enemies. As you approached a row of numbered doors, Rodolfo's voice rang out over the chaos. "That's Alejandro's cell, open it up and I'll cover you," he said. Soap nodded in response, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger. "Johnny, when I pop this lock you'll push in," Ghost directed, holding his bolt cutters against the metal door lock. Soap gave a quick nod before Ghost effortlessly sliced through the lock and pushed the door open. 

As soon as Soap stepped inside, he was met with Ale's powerful grip around his throat. He struggled to break free until he heard someone familiar calling his name. "Alejandro! It's me, hermano!" Soap gasped out. Before Alejandro could throw a punch, Rodolfo intervened and calmed him down. "Soap!" Alejandro exclaimed in surprise, looking around at the rest of his rescue team. "Rudy, Ghost, Serpent!"

"Didn't think we'd leave you behind, did ya?" Soap joked as Alejandro broke into a wide grin. They shared a handshake before Alejandro went around hugging everyone else. "Hey, by the way, it's y/n," you chimed in, wanting to shed your assigned callsign. Alejandro raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Ah, having an identity crisis or somethin', hermana?" he teased as he took the gun that Ghost offered him. "Something like that," you replied with a smile, feeling relieved to finally reveal your true identity to another one of your friends.