Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭

The staticky voice of Laswell crackled through your comms. "Thank you, Y/n," she said as the last missile was officially launched. You let out a satisfied smile before responding. "Yeah, pleasure doing business with you, Laswell." The tension in the air was thick as everyone waited for news on Hassan's whereabouts. "Where's Hassan?" Laswell asked urgently. "Not alone. He's got AQ guards with him," you replied, holding back the anger and determination in your voice. "I'm going to kill every one of them. Then I'm going for him." Without waiting for a response, you turned off your comms and focused on the task at hand.

With only a few materials at your disposal, you had managed to craft some makeshift weapons: a prying tool, a gas trap, and blades of glass taped together. But you knew you needed something more substantial. As you heard the soft click of the door opening, you quickly left the closet and ducked under a nearby table to hide. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched Hassan and his guards enter the room. You carefully maneuvered around tables, staying out of sight and looking for any additional materials.

"You are the world's greatest terrorists, and now you terrorize yourselves," Hassan's voice echoed throughout the room. You gritted your teeth and continued your search, relying on your stealth and agility to evade detection. With a bit of luck, you were able to set off one of your gas traps, taking down one of the guards silently. As they searched for you in vain, you finally found what you were looking for: a toolbox. The sound of it opening was loud and drew attention towards your direction. With quick thinking, you hid under the table again and held your breath until their footsteps moved away.

Peeking out from under the table, you saw that there was a box cutter inside the toolbox. With a small smile, you grabbed the weapon and prepared to make your move. "You have become the very thing you are trying to destroy," Hassan's words rang in your ears as you crawled from table to table, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Finally, one of the guards split off from the group and stood in front of your hiding spot with his back turned. With swift and precise movements, you rose from under the table and covered his mouth before slashing his throat with the box cutter. You caught his gun before it could hit the floor and gently laid his body down. A sense of determination and satisfaction washed over you as you looked at your new weapon. This was exactly what you needed to get the job done.

As your eyes met Hassan's, he aimed a gun at you before pulling the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoed in your ears as you felt a sharp pain shoot through your side. Gasping for breath, you fell to the ground and everything went black. When you finally came to, Hassan was standing over you with the gun still pointed at your head. Panicked, you put your hands up, convinced that this was the end. But instead of shooting you, Hassan struck you with the butt of his gun, knocking you out cold.

Meanwhile, Ghost watched helplessly from a distance, unable to get a clear shot without risking hitting you. "Captain, she's down. I can't take the shot like this," Ghost said urgently into his comms. "Stay calm and wait for an opening," Price's voice responded on the other end. As Ghost anxiously waited for his chance, he whispered to himself, "Please make it out, Y/n." Your eyes fluttered open, but everything was hazy and disorienting. You saw Hassan dragging you towards a nearby window and immediately began kicking and flailing in protest. But he held onto you tightly as he spoke smugly, "I told you your nation would see fire. Do you really think you can stop me?" You could barely catch your breath as he pulled you closer to the broken window. And then he said something that sent chills down your spine: "We are not attacking...we are invading." As Hassan lifted you by your vest, you struggled to turn on your comms. The only word that escaped your lips was a weak plea for Ghost's help.

And just when all hope seemed lost, Ghost took his shot. With bated breath, he watched through his scope as Hassan's head exploded in front of you, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere. Collapsing to your knees, you breathed a sigh of relief as the adrenaline and fear flooded out of your body. Collapsing to your knees, you could feel the weight of all the fear and anxiety leave your body. "All stations, Hassan's down. Enemy KIA," Ghost's voice came through the comms. Exhausted and overwhelmed, you allowed yourself to lay down on the floor.

"Y/n, get your ass up and get out of there," Ghost's urgent voice snapped you back to reality. You struggled to catch your breath and slowly got up off the floor. Gaz appeared, offering a strong arm to support you as he guided you towards Price and Soap who were waiting a few floors down. "Come on Y/n, I've got ya," Gaz said, his grip steady and reassuring as he led you towards the elevator that would take you back to the roof. Soap was injured but still managed to keep an eye on you during the entire ordeal.

Once inside the helo, you took off your vest and allowed yourself to breathe deeply for the first time in what felt like hours. "You did well Y/n," Price's words brought a small smile to your lips despite feeling weak and drained. As you lifted your shirt to assess your injuries, you saw not only the fresh bullet wound bleeding but also several old ones. "We're going to the hospital. Just hang on," Price said firmly yet comforting. But it was so hard to hold on. Your eyes kept fluttering shut and black dots danced in your vision.

"How much longer?" You struggled to ask. "Five minutes, we're almost there," Gaz replied from his spot next to you. Ghost's helo followed closely behind. "How are we going to explain this to the police?" Soap asked, voicing the thought that had been nagging at the back of your mind. Usually, doctors were required to report bullet wounds to the police. "We're not. Laswell's got it covered," Price said with a sense of authority and finality. Your head was pounding and your stomach was clenched in pain. "Keep applying pressure. It'll be alright," Price said as he slid off your mask, his words offering some comfort amidst the chaos and uncertainty.

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