Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫

"We need to find those controls," you said to Price, keeping your voice low. The three of you stealthily made your way into the server room, weapons at the ready. Enemy soldiers appeared from different corners, and you quickly began picking them off with precision. Throwing grenades down the length of the room, you strategically peeked around corners and took out any remaining enemies in your path. "Clear!" Soap reported over the comms. Disappointed by the lack of success in finding Hassan, you regrouped with Price and Soap. "Why would Hassan be using the server room?" Soap questioned, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"It's the most secure place in the building," you responded, knowing that this mission was far from over. "We need to keep moving," Price urged, gesturing towards the next door. You carefully opened it, but were immediately met with a barrage of enemy fire. Taking cover behind various objects, the three of you worked together to eliminate the AQ soldiers. As you went around each corner, more enemies seemed to appear. It felt like an endless cycle until you finally threw a smoke grenade and used its cover to take out the remaining foes. "Clear. No sign of Hassan," you said with a sigh of defeat. "All stations, negative on target. Moving to control room now," Price relayed through his comms. You followed his lead as they moved into the next server room, only to be met with heavily armored AQ soldiers wielding shields.

Splitting up to take them down from different angles, you found yourself face-to-face with an enemy soldier who managed to hit you with the butt of his gun and sending you to the floor. Before he could shoot you, Soap rushed in to save the day and took a bullet himself in the process. "Up you go," he grunted as he helped lift you off the ground. Rubbing your eyes and trying to shake off the ringing in your ears, you saw that Soap was clutching his side where blood was slowly seeping through his shirt. "Soap, you're hit!" you exclaimed, worry evident in your voice.

"Damn it," Price cursed as he joined you both. "Y/n, move to the control room. We'll catch up." You nodded and quickly moved towards the next door, pushing it open to reveal an empty room. No controls, no enemies, and no Hassan. "All stations, negative on Hassan. Control room is a bust," you reported over the comms. "Ghost, you got anything?" you asked hopefully, hoping for some good news. "A-firm, possible visual. Forty-sixth floor," Ghost responded. Feeling a sense of relief wash over you, you waited for Price and Soap.

Your mind drifted to Soap, wondering how he was holding up. You couldn't help but recall the first time you met, when you took a bullet for him and he promised to repay the favor. "Price, how's Soap?" you spoke softly into your comms, trying not to let your concern show. "Stable. Heading your way soon," Price replied in his usual efficient manner. You waited anxiously as Price and Soap finally arrived, the latter still clutching his side from their previous encounter. "You okay?" you asked, genuine worry creeping into your voice. "For now. We used what we had," Soap answered with a grimace. "Thank you," you said sincerely, grateful that he was still alive. "I owed ya," Soap responded with a small smile, showing his appreciation for your bravery. As Price busied himself with planting charges on the windows, he ordered everyone to back up and give him space. The charges detonated with a loud bang, shattering the window and revealing a panoramic view of the bustling city below. 

"Hook up," Price commanded, and without hesitation, you secured yourself to the rappel line and descended onto the window ledge. "Entry point is four levels down," Price informed everyone through their earpieces. "All Bravo team, five is making entry on floor forty," Gaz's voice crackled over the comms. "Copy, we'll push him your way. Let's tighten the noose," Price strategized before hooking himself onto the line and deftly descending down the building. Soap followed behind, moving slowly and carefully as he tried to alleviate his pain. You followed suit, carefully maneuvering your way down the high-rise building with skill and precision honed from countless missions before this one. "Y/n, once we find those controls, it's up to you to disarm the missile," Price reminded you, breaking your concentration. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the task ahead. It was a heavy weight to carry, knowing that the fate of so many innocent lives rested on your actions. But you had trained for this moment, and you knew that failure was not an option.

"Copy that," you responded with determination. As you made your way down to the entry floor, Price's voice came through the comms, screaming "RPG!" Your heart raced as you quickly scanned the area, searching for any signs of the impending attack. Without warning, an RPG blasted through the window, shattering the glass and sending debris flying in all directions. You seized the opportunity and swung through the destroyed window, landing on the shattered glass and broken furniture. Taking cover behind various objects, you returned enemy fire as they poured into the room. The sound of gunfire echoed off the walls and your ears rang from the constant barrage of bullets. You threw grenades and smoke bombs down to the floor below, trying to gain some advantage in the chaotic battle.

It felt like hours had passed before the gunfire finally died down. Gasping for breath, you took a moment to survey your surroundings. "All Bravo, be advised - Hassan is in the stairwell, moving down," Ghost's voice crackled over the comms. You looked to Soap who was struggling to keep up with the intense fight. "Solid copy, Gaz, he's headed your way," Price responded. Just then, more enemies appeared at the top of the stairs and began firing down at you. You quickly crouched again, using whatever cover you could find to return fire. Grenades exploded around you as you desperately tried to take out as many enemies as possible. Eventually, the gunfire ceased once again and you took a deep breath before standing up to look around.

"Clear," you reported to Price and Soap who were still recovering from the intense firefight. "Y/n, get to the stairwell. I'll stay with Soap," Price ordered and you nodded before heading towards the stairs. "And Y/n," Price called out just as you were about to descend. You turned around to face him, waiting for his next instruction. "Be careful," he said with a concerned look in his eyes. A small smile tugged at your lips before you turned back and made your way down the stairs. "I always am," you replied confidently before disappearing from sight.

"Gaz, sit-rep?" Price's voice crackled through your comms as you carefully made your way down the stairs, constantly peeking around corners. "O-7, target is cornered on the forty-sixth floor!" Gaz's voice echoed back. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you descended further, until you reached a floor with a gaping hole where the door should have been. You navigated through debris and cautiously entered a different room. "All stations, missile is hot! I repeat, the missile is ready to launch!" Laswell's voice boomed over the comms. Your heart pounded in your chest as you moved towards a window and saw the missile taking off into the sky. "No, no, no!" You uttered in disbelief. "Laswell, where's the target?" You urgently demanded over the comms. "Unknown, we're working on it." Laswell responded.

 "Copy that. I'm heading for Hassan." You declared. "Y/n, wait!" Ghost interjected through the comms. "Out." You cut him off and continued on your mission. As you left the room and proceeded down the hallway, enemy soldiers appeared and a fierce gunfight erupted once more. "Where's Hassan?" You asked Gaz as you met up with him amidst the chaos. Amidst the sound of gunfire and explosions, Gaz pointed towards the end of the corridor. "He's holed up behind those doors!" he yelled over the chaos. "Let's clear this out and nab him," you said determinedly, giving Gaz a fist bump before emerging from cover to return fire. 

The two of you fought fiercely, taking down each enemy soldier one by one. Finally, when the gunfire subsided, you both stood up and looked around for Hassan's whereabouts. "Where is he?" You asked breathlessly. "We've got him cornered in this room, follow me," Gaz instructed. You followed him to a set of double doors, adrenaline and nerves coursing through your body. "Gaz, can you get a snake camera in there? I need to make a positive ID on Hassan," you said, and Gaz complied without hesitation.

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