•~𝕎𝔸ℝ𝕄𝕋ℍ~• (𝓚𝔂𝓵𝓮 '𝓖𝓪𝔃' 𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝔁 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓝𝓮𝓾𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

•ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕠•

⚠️GUN VIOLENCE, MURDER, DEATH, BLOOD, ⚠️
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"Y/n...Thank god you're alright." Gaz sighed a breathe of relief as he cradled Y/n into his arms, check over them for injuries, "You look real bad...shit...what did they do to you?" He asked angrily.

Y/n didn't say anything, only holding on tight to Gaz, seeing as he was the only thing familiar. Despite the slight anger Y/n had for finding out that Gaz was indeed working with the military this whole time, and once more being lied too from someone they cared for- They wanted the comfort more instead of wasting their energy on yelling.

"Gaz, They're not looking good, we need to get them medical assistance ASAP." Price came beside Gaz, gripping his shoulder, before taking Y/n back into the cam room, "We'll need to make this quick, Piero isn't gonna be able to hold off Marcelo for long."

"Right." Gaz blinked, a serious look overtaking his soft features Y/n was so used to seeing, "Soap, Medkit."

"Right here." Johnny, or apparently, Soap called out, tossing over the medkit to Gaz.

"Where does it hurt?" Price asked, assessing Y/n's state further.

"My l-leg...it's been bleeding out for a while, and I dislocated my wrist..." Y/n muttered back, "I've already tightened a part of hoodie sleeve around the bleeding a-area...but it hurts...and won't stop bleeding."

"Alleviate their leg. It'll keep it from bleeding out some." Ghost stated as he and Soap kept a lookout.

Gaz nodded and gripped Y/n's leg, moving upwards. Y/n let out a slight hiss from the movement, biting their lip. Gaz gave a look of sympathy as he prepared to take off Y/n's hoodie sleeve.

Slowly, he unraveled the blood sleeve, making Y/n look away as he then took off the poorly bandaged bandage on their leg. Gaz took some disinfectant, cleaning the wound, wiping away the blood, before grabbing new bandages, wrapping around Y/n's leg tight.

"Fuck-" Y/n whispered as their nails dug into their palms as the tight feeling around the their leg grew, until it was enough to keep the bleeding away.

"We can't do much for your dislocated wrist, but as soon as we can get your father and you out of here, We'll head to the hospital." Gaz assured, gently placing a lock of hair behind Y/n's ear.

"You shouldn't have brought him here...That's what they want." Y/n frowned, panic slowly arising in their chest from the though of their father being in danger. Sudden shots rang out, catching the attention of Y/n and Gaz.

"We need to get a move on here!" Ghost yelled as he shot at a couple of henchmen, blocking their path to prevent them from trapping everyone in.

"Sergeant, pick them up and let's go!!" Price demanded, and Gaz did as he was told. Scooping Y/n up bridal style, Soap and Ghost gave them cover as Gaz ran out the room, down the hall.

Y/n gripped Gaz's arm, hiding their face in his chest. Flinching at the bullets that whizzed by. Gaz looked around, trying find a safe place to hide Y/n at for the time being. That's when he saw a opened room, running in, and placing Y/n down behind a desk.

"Stay here. No matter what. Do not leave. Once we handle this, I'll come and get you ok? Just- Keep your leg alleviated." Gaz swiftly explained and Y/n nodded stiffly. Gaz went to leave, but Y/n grabbed his arm before he could go.

"...You won't let him die will you? My Papá...? Please Kyle...he's all I have left."

"Y/n I..." Gaz paused as he stared into Y/n's desperate, red puffy eyes. He felt his heart ache at
Y/n's broken state, all he wanted to do is make them forget everything and hold them close, "I'll do what I can." Gaz leaned over, pressing a kiss against Y/n's forehead, before rushing out to help his team.

Y/n was to shocked from the kids to even realize Gaz ran off already. They blushed, and rubbed at their forehead where Gaz placed his lips on. Confusion was all they felt, know they don't know if they should feel angry or flustered at all of Gaz's actions. Lying to them then kissing them?? What was Gaz playing at??

Y/n shook their head as the sounds of gunshots brought them back from their shock. They could hear yelling from both 141 and the opposing forces. It felt like forever hearing those sounds, and Y/n's leg was starting to cramp up.

"There's to many of them! We need to leave this place now!" Price shouted, making Y/n raise a brow.

"But sir, what about Y/n's father?!" Gaz yelled back.

"He'll need to fend for himself Sergeant! We can't risk getting killed! We came for Y/n, and that's it!" Price responded making Y/n widen their eyes.

"Sir-"

"He's right Gaz! Any longer here and we'll all be dead!" Soap interrupted this time, "We need to leave while we still have our heads!"

"You remember the deal with Piero. Get Y/n and Leave!" Ghost grunted out.

"....Copy." Gaz stated in understanding

Y/n listened to this all, clenching their hand to their side. Weather it was the adrenaline or the sheer idiocy they had, but they refused to let their father die because of them.

Standing up with a limp, Y/n began heading towards the door, watching the gunfight go down. Getting onto the ground, Y/n began to Army crawl down the hall, just enough to get around the corner, before standing up again.

As fast as they could, they limped through the halls searching for their father. It was easy considering most of the henchmen were fighting with 141. Speaking of henchmen, one was rushing down the hall when he spotted Y/n.

Before he could apprehend or shoot his gun, Y/n was quicker with drawing out the pistol they stole, shooting him in the leg.

"AGH- FUCK-" His mouth was covered by Y/n's as they pointed the gun to his head.

"Where is Marcelo?" Y/n sneered, "If you don't tell me, I will shoot you. So make it quick."

"You're bluffing!" He laughed, making Y/n shoot him in his other leg, causing a cry to leave his lips.

"Wanna make it your brain next? Because I'm not kidding when I say I'm done with this shit." Y/n glared.

"Go ahead! Anything you do to me won't be worse to what Marcelo would do if I told you!" He spat out.

"I don't have time for this." Y/n scoffed shooting the man in the head, leaving him there to bleed out from his head. Getting back up, Y/n took his ammo, reloading, then limping off once more to find Piero.

They would tear down this whole damn place if they had to...

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Sorry it's been a bit you guys. My mental health isn't doing so great at the moment, and my motivation has been low. So sorry if this chapter wasn't that great.

Hope you still enjoyed it though!

Anyways, Have a good day/night! Until the next chapter, byeeeeeeee!