Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐄𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧

"We did it, guys," Rodolfo exclaimed with a triumphant grin. "Thanks to that RPG, hermano," Soap chimed in with a hearty laugh. The team cautiously made their way out of the building, keeping an eye out for any lurking Shadows. As they emerged outside, they were met with the sight of Price's helicopter spiraling out of control towards the ground. "Price!" Ghost screamed, sprinting towards the crash site. "Going down! We're going down!" Price's voice crackled through the comms, followed by a deafening explosion as the helicopter crashed. You tried to run towards the wreckage, but your injuries proved too much and you collapsed to the ground in frustration. Pounding your fist against the earth, you watched as Ghost raced to the scene. "Steamin' hell," Soap muttered as he lifted you off the ground. 

"Wait for Ghost," he urged, knowing that their teammate would not leave anyone behind. Just then, more Shadows burst from the building's doors, their weapons at the ready. Without hesitation, you and your team opened fire, taking out each enemy with precision and skill. Soap and Rodolfo followed your lead, shooting down the remaining soldiers. "Soap to Ghost," Soap radioed in the midst of battle. "We got ambushed but we're alright. How's Price?" Your heart raced with anticipation for Ghost's response. "Angry," came his gruff reply. "Lost a good cigar in the crash. Pilot's okay too. Out." Relief washed over you as you heard that everyone was safe and accounted for.

With a deep exhale and a small smile, Rodolfo spoke into his comms: "Alejandro, base secure. Graves is dead. We're coming your way." The group, including Price and Ghost, gathered around the shipping container that held Valeria. Alejandro strode forward and swung open the doors, revealing the woman inside.

Valeria's voice cut through the tense air like a whip cracking,"¿Que pasó, Vaquerito de mierda? ¿Comenzaste una guerra? A ti te persigue la violencia a todas partes, me cae." (What happened, fucking cowboy? Did you start a war? Violence follows you everywhere, I like it.) Alejandro's face hardened as he retorted, "Yo no hice ningún trato contigo- fueron ellos." (I didn't make a deal with you- They did...) Valeria's lips curled into a sly smirk. "Eso fue tu falta precisamente "(That's your mistake). Price's anger boiled over as he demanded, "You knew there was a third missile?" Valeria shrugged nonchalantly and replied, "Oh, I didn't count them. I have people for that." Alejandro interjected, "She's lying." Gaz chimed in with his own question, "Where's Hassan?" 

Ghost stepped forward, his anger barely contained, "Where's the other missile." "Chicago." Valeria admitted with a nonchalant shrug.  A sense of urgency filled the group as they realized how little time they had left. "What the fuck's going on?" Gaz exclaimed. "I said I'd tell you where he was. I didn't say I would stop him." She said shrugging her shoulders. Alejandro circled around Valeria, frustration evident in his movements. "El scorpion a la verga." (You fucking scorpion.) I warned you she would do this, eh?" Ale said gesturing towards Valeria. 

Valeria stood with her arms crossed, a look of determination etched onto her face. "I run a business, senores (gentlemen). We grow or we die. It's the way of the world." Price shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around as if sensing danger. "You put a target on your back," he warned. But Valeria only smirked in response. "No- I put a target in Chicago...Now fucking leave and go find it. Pendejos, pa fuera." (Fucking assholes, get out of here.) She spat out the words with venom, her tone leaving no room for argument.