Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

"Vehicles incoming, right side!" Price's urgent voice pierced through the chaos of gunfire and explosions. You quickly realized that these were the very vehicles you and Ghost had rigged to explode. As you continued to fire at the enemy, you stole a glance at Ghost who met your gaze with determination and understanding. With a nod, he pulled out the detonator and pressed the button, causing a massive explosion that shook the ground. "We're good to go, colonel," Rodolfo exclaimed as he helped the last remaining Vaqueros over the wall. "Let's get the fuck out of here, hermanos," Alejandro shouted, his face grim but determined.

"Down the wall, we are leaving!" Price commanded as he and the rest of the team began to retreat down the wall. As each member went down one by one, you felt yourself becoming increasingly lightheaded and nauseous from losing so much blood. "Y/n? We have to go," Ghost's concerned voice brought you back to reality. "Yeah, yeah I'm going," you replied through gritted teeth, trying to hook your ascender onto the wall. Your hands were shaking uncontrollably from both adrenaline and your injury. "You were shot," Ghost stated, his eyes conveying worry and disbelief.

You looked back at him with a sorrowful expression in your eyes. "And you didn't say anything?" Ghost pressed, his concern turning into frustration. Finally managing to hook your ascender, you started making your way down the wall. "All stations, y/n needs immediate medical attention," Ghost's urgent voice echoed through your earpiece as you descended. The pain in your side was starting to become unbearable but you knew there was no time for weakness now. 

As you crumpled to the ground, your legs finally giving out from exhaustion and pain, the world turned into a dark, swirling vortex. Your body felt heavy and unresponsive, as if all of your energy had been drained in one final moment. "Fuckin' hell!" Ghost's panicked voice echoed through the darkness, his footsteps rushing towards you. Soap, Price, and Gaz joined him, their faces filled with concern. "How many times was she hit?" Gaz asked urgently. "I have no idea. She didn't say anything," Ghost replied worriedly. Without hesitation, Price scooped up your limp body and called out for everyone to move quickly. They approached two vans and the truck you had taken earlier, already seeing Vaqueros loading up one of the vans. 

"Rodolfo, take the truck we came with," Soap instructed as they reached the vehicles. Rodolfo's gaze landed on your still form, filled with fear and concern. "Is she...?" he trailed off, unable to finish the thought. "No, she's breathing but we need to move," Price reassured him. Ghost's emotions were overwhelming - would he lose you already? "Rudy, let's meet at the house," Alejandro's voice echoed through the tense silence. "Yes, Colonel," Rodolfo responded with a sharp salute. "Captain, the rest of you, follow me," Alejandro commanded, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. "Got it, Gaz take the wheel!" Price barked, and Gaz quickly moved to comply.

The team wasted no time as they swiftly opened the back doors of the van and gently placed you on the floor before jumping in and sealing it shut behind them. Price immediately sprang into action, pulling out a well-stocked med kit and expertly cutting away your clothes to get to your wounds. "Look away please, just in case," he instructed the team, Soap and Alejandro turned their heads obediently. Ghost, however, couldn't tear his eyes away from you. He needed to see how bad your injuries were. He noticed that luckily you had been wearing a tank top under your clothes, giving Price easier access to your wounds but also revealing more of your skin now stained with blood. The sight made Ghost's heart ache with worry and anger towards whoever had caused this harm to you.

As Price assessed your wounds and used tweezers to carefully extract the bullets lodged in your body, he muttered to himself about the severity of your condition. "She's lost a lot of blood..." he murmured, worry etched onto his face. His fingers pressed against your neck to check your pulse and he felt it slow down significantly. Ghost's gaze never left you as he anxiously waited for news. As Price continued his work, Ghost couldn't shake off the feeling that he should be doing something to help. But for now, all he could do was watch and pray to whatever is out there, that you would make it through this.

The van sped through the darkness, its wheels grinding against the asphalt as it drove over debris left behind from the chaos of the battle. Gaz drove with aggression, his knuckles white as he gripped the wheel. The rest of the team now hunched over you, their faces etched with concern and determination. Soap and Alejandro gently held your limbs steady while Price worked on stopping the bleeding and repairing the damage to your body. Ghost watched helplessly, his eyes never straying from your pale face. He knew he should be doing something to help, but he couldn't bring himself to move. As the van continued to race towards the rendezvous point, the silence in the vehicle grew.

"Closing in on the safehouse," Gaz announced, his voice steady despite the tense atmosphere in the van. Price's hands were shaking as he probed your wounds, his knuckles white with the effort he was exerting. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his eyes darting between your injuries and the medical kit in his hands. It was clear he was doing everything he could to save you. 

Ghosts mind raced as he frantically thought back to the moment you met. He vividly remembered the time when you had taken a bullet for Soap, and the realization hit him hard. How could he have been so angry at you for sacrificing yourself for their team? The van came to a jolting stop, and everyone hastily rushed you inside, careful not to cause any further harm. "I've done all I can, but it's up to her to fight now." Price said with a defeated expression, his eyes reflecting a numbness that mirrored Ghost's own emotions. 

As Ghost carefully carried you to your bed, memories flooded his mind of the intimate moments they had shared just hours before. Gently laying you down, Ghost removed his gloves and placed a hand over your face in a quiet plea. "Please y/n... I can't lose you.. Not you please" His whispered words were filled with desperation and love. Price silently entered the room behind him, taking note of the tender way Ghost was treating you. Had Ghost fallen for his daughter? Had you fallen for Ghost? The answer didn't matter to Price in that moment, all he cared about was keeping you safe and alive.

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