Unseen | Ghost x Soap

Chapter 7: Never Ending

Soap's POV:

The days passed in a haze of pain and delirium. My body was weak, but my mind was barely holding on. The guards had become more vigilant, their treatment harsher, as if they sensed the end was near.

The terrorist had a name now. Karak. It was a name whispered among the guards, a name that filled the room with dread whenever it was spoken. Karak visited me less frequently, but his presence was always felt. His shadow loomed over me, a constant reminder of my helplessness.

One night, as I lay on the cold floor, the door to my cell creaked open. Karak entered, his eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction.

"Enjoying your stay, Soap?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I hope you find the accommodations... adequate."

I glared at him, mustering what little strength I had left. "You'll pay for this," I spat, my voice weak but filled with venom.

He laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the cell. "Oh, Soap. You still have fight in you. I admire that. But it won't save you."

He leaned closer, his face inches from mine. "Your friends won't find you. And even if they do, it will be too late. You belong to me now."

With that, he turned and left, the door slamming shut behind him. I lay there, the weight of his words crushing any remaining hope. I was alone, trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape.

Ghost's POV:

The news of Soap's location had been a cruel twist of fate. We had stormed the compound, only to find it empty. No Soap, no Karak, nothing but a few scraps of evidence that hinted at their departure.

I stood in the middle of the empty room, my heart pounding with a mix of rage and fear. Price placed a hand on my shoulder, his expression somber.

"We'll find him, Ghost," he said, his voice steady. "We just need to keep pushing."

But I could see the doubt in his eyes. We had come so close, only to have Soap slip through our fingers once again. The team was exhausted, their spirits waning. And I was terrified.

Every night, I lay awake, haunted by the image of Soap, alone and suffering. The thought of losing him was a weight that pressed down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. I had always prided myself on my strength, my resilience. But this... this was breaking me.

One night, unable to bear the silence, I found myself in the empty barracks, sitting on Soap's cot. The memories of our time together, of our missions, flooded my mind. I clutched his dog tags, the metal cool against my skin.

Tears filled my eyes, and for the first time in years, I let them fall. Silent sobs wracked my body as I cried for Johnny. The thought of losing him was unbearable, a pain that cut deeper than any wound.

Soap's POV:

The torture continued, each session more brutal than the last. My body was a canvas of pain, my mind a shattered mess. Karak took pleasure in my suffering, his sadistic glee evident in every act of cruelty.

One day, as I lay on the floor, my vision blurred with pain, I heard the distant sound of gunfire. Hope surged within me, a tiny spark that refused to be extinguished. Could it be? Had they found me?

But the hope was short-lived. The gunfire faded, and the door to my cell remained closed. The despair was overwhelming, crushing any remnants of hope. I was trapped, a prisoner of my own mind and body.

Ghost's POV:

The intel had led us to another compound, but once again, we were too late. The frustration and fear were almost too much to bear. I couldn't shake the feeling that time was running out, that we were losing Soap with every passing day.

The team was on edge, their determination wavering. But I couldn't give up. I couldn't let Soap down. I had to believe that we would find him, that we would bring him home.

One night, as I sat alone in the briefing room, staring at the maps and reports spread out before me, Price entered. He looked at me, his expression one of concern and understanding.

"Get some rest, Ghost," he said gently. "You can't keep going like this."

I shook my head, my eyes fixed on the papers before me. "I can't stop, Price. I can't lose him."

He sighed, sitting down beside me. "I know. But you need to take care of yourself too. Soap wouldn't want you to burn out."

His words hit home, and I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. But even as I nodded, promising to rest, I knew I couldn't stop. Not until Soap was safe.

Soap's POV:

Days turned into weeks, each one more torturous than the last. My body was failing, my mind a maze of fear and despair. Karak's visits were less frequent, but his presence was always felt. The guards were ruthless, their treatment a constant reminder of my helplessness.

One night, as I lay on the cold floor, the door to my cell creaked open. A guard entered, his expression cold and detached.

"Get up," he barked, yanking me to my feet.

I stumbled, my body weak and trembling. They dragged me down the corridor, the walls a blur as I struggled to stay conscious. We entered a large room, dimly lit and filled with the sounds of machinery.

Karak stood in the center, his eyes glinting with malice. "Welcome, Soap. It's time for another lesson."

I braced myself for the pain, the despair threatening to overwhelm me. But even as the torture began, a tiny spark of defiance remained. I had to hold on. I had to believe that Ghost and the team would find me.

Ghost's POV:

The days dragged on, each one a relentless march of frustration and fear. Every lead, every piece of intel brought us closer, but it was never enough. The thought of Soap, alone and suffering, haunted my every waking moment.

One evening, as I sat in the briefing room, Price entered, his expression one of determination.

"We have a new lead," he said, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. "This one looks promising."

My heart raced, a mix of hope and fear. We mobilized quickly, the team moving with a renewed sense of purpose. As we approached the compound, the tension was palpable.

We breached the outer wall, moving with precision and determination. Every step brought us closer to Soap, every enemy we took down a step towards his rescue. But as we reached the central building, a sense of dread settled over me.

The rooms were empty, the silence deafening. We searched every corner, every hidden space, but there was no sign of Soap.

Despair washed over me, the weight of failure crushing. I sank to my knees, my mind a whirlwind of fear and frustration. The team gathered around me, their expressions mirroring my own.

"We'll find him, Ghost," Price said, his voice steady but filled with concern. "We won't stop until we do."

I nodded, but the fear of losing Soap, of never seeing him again, was overwhelming. I had to believe that he was still out there, that we would bring him home. But the doubt, the fear, was always there, lurking in the shadows.