Whispers in the Dark (Ghost/Konig)

[Twenty Four]

*Quinn's POV*

I push harder, begging the blood slipping through my fingers to just stop. He hasn't moved since he passed out, no matter how many times I shake him, pound his chest.

I can hardly see through my own tears, my gaze fixated on the gush of red flowing from his side to my legs, then to the floor.

"Johnny!" I cry out, half looking over my shoulder as I beg for his help.

I check his neck again, the skin more clammy and paler than it was a minute ago, his heart rate consistently dropping.

"Johnny!"

I can't stop the sob from breaking out.

I push myself to my feet, grabbing hold of the large man's shoulders as I attempted to pull him towards the doorway. My muscles scream, his body dead weight and hardly moving.

I yell out as I pull, a mixture of frustration and fear, before my grip slips, and I'm tumbling back into the hall.

That's when I notice the gunfire, deafening as it rings in the hallway. I immediately tuck my head, dodging back into the doorway.

"Targets on the run!" A voice calls out, but I don't pay attention, trying once more to pull Ghost to safety.

"Hey, hey!" A voice breaks in, pulling my grip from Ghost. Hands turn my shoulders, and I'm left staring at Soap, but his eyes aren't on me.

"Shit-" he whispers, his eyes swirling with fear and uncertainty. Then he turns back to me, the emotions immediately falling away and replacing with confidence.

"It's okay-" he soothes, checking me over as I stand froze by him. I can't think straight, this can't be happening.

"He's okay."

"He's not!" I cry motioning towards him. "Hey, hey look at me," he states, his hand pulling my chin back towards him. His next words fall silent as I stare back at him, a broken expression filling his gaze.

"Okay, okay help me with him."

He leads the way as he grabs an arm, me copying him on the other side.

"Okay.. 1, 2-" we pull on three, dragging Ghost inch by inch down the hall. I pull with all my might, quickly scanning the men at the end of the hall, even though I can't process if they are friend or foe.

Then I see Price, his gaze immediately spotting the man between us.

"Hey, take her spot, help him out!" He barks out, the authority in his tone impossible to miss. "I got it," I try to fight back, but Price is already pulling me away. "I got it, I can help!" I plead, not wanting to leave his side. What if he dies? What if he's dead?

"Eye on me," he commands, turning my shoulder so I can't watch them drag him to the elevator.

As I turn, I don't miss the streak of red trailing down the hall. My eyes widen with horror, but Price pulls my attention before I can say anything.

"Quinn, are you hurt?"

I shake my head slowly, looking down towards myself as I'm unsure with the answer.

My cargos are wet, the black hiding the red I know lingers on them. My gloves are plastered to my hands, as I slowly look myself over.

"We need to get out of here."

"But Ghost-"

"I know, c'mon," he says calmly, leading me down the stairs. The others took the elevator, beating us to ground level, and loading Ghost into a helicopter.