Behind The Mask (Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 [2022] Fanfiction)

- EIGHTEEN -

When I came to, I felt the softness of something plush underneath my head. Grunting, I rolled as I sat up and opened my eyes. 

    I was in a room, a house. The room I was in had white walls, a red colored couch which I rested on, and a mantle area with an assortment of statues and candles adorning it. 

    "Hello? Can anyone hear me?" I touched the earpiece still softly resting in my left ear. 

    "Lily—"

    The voice with a breathy hint of relief was Ghost, but my attention was taken from it as heavy footsteps slammed up to the door behind me. I spun around on the couch, watching as the white door swung open and a whistling man waltzed through.

    The burly man dressed in light blue jeans accented by a brown belt and silver buckle with a longhorn and a loud tan and gold patterned button up. He stopped in the doorway when he noticed me sitting up. He cocked his head, brown leather shoulder holster swinging with a silver and gold pistol locked into place on his right ribcage—a knife holstered at each of his armpits in the leather straps.

    "You're awake."

    I said nothing, my heart pounding in my ears. I realized I had no more plate carrier, just the dark gray pants and black tank I had worn as a base layer to the long sleeve. I was defenseless and alone. Defenseless and alone and in what I guessed was the mansion.

    "Sin Nombre?"

   The man chuckled. "No, but Sin Nombre looks forward to meeting you again."

    "Who are you?" I tried to keep my voice calm.

    "Diego," the Spanish-accented man strode forward and threw a smile I didn't trust my way. "Diego Salgado."

    "What do you want from me?"

    "Myself? Nothing," his eyes betrayed his words as they fell to my form, specifically my chest. "But Sin Nombre has great...interest in you."

    A third voice joined the conversation. "Watch yourself. They won't hesitate to kill you. No one has an angle right now. Now, ask him why."

    Ghost.

    My heart pounded a bit slower knowing the experienced soldier had my back and could hear my open communication device. Though he wasn't directly next to me, I knew he would help me survive through yet another life or death situation. 

    "Why?"

    Diego laughed, picking up a fancy cannister of golden liquid that I guessed was a type of whiskey. His big bald head tilted at me, dark facial hair twitching. "You know exactly why." 

    "I don't," I forced myself to stay on the couch and glance around for an exit while he turned his back to pour himself a glass.

    "You were part of that group who got away," Diego smirked as he took a sip. He leaned back on an end table nearby, studying me like prey. "There's a big price on your head."

    "B-By who? I did nothing wrong," my eyes couldn't help but fall to him.

    Diego cocked his head at me again, dark eyes having a glittering face to them. "I think you know the man well."

    Hassan.

    "You truly are making no sense," I clasped my sweaty hands together. "Where am I? Why are you keeping me?"

    I glanced back out to the moon shining brightly in the clear night of the sky through one of the windows on my right. My heart was racing knowing none of the men had eyes on me, especially Ghost.