Fight for Him/Ghost x Male Oc

Chapter 2

It was finally time for tonight. I was getting my stuff together as I strapped my vest on, the material rough against my skin. I fumbled for one of the straps behind me, feeling the frustration bubbling up as I struggled. Before I could voice my annoyance, Ghost stepped up behind me, his presence intimidating. He took the strap from my hand, securing it with swift efficiency.

"Thanks," I muttered, trying to keep my voice neutral. He merely grunted in response, turning to finish his own gear.

Once he had his vest on, he shot me a glare that could have melted steel. "Don't fuck up," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

I rolled my eyes at him. It was the same routine every time—his way of reminding me he thought I was a liability. I had grown accustomed to it, but it still irked me. "Yeah, yeah. Just keep your head in the game, Ghost," I shot back, my patience wearing thin.

With everything finally in place, I left the hotel room. As I stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, I spotted a strange car parked outside. I didn't recognize it, and instinctively, I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. I leaned closer, trying to catch a glimpse of the driver, but the moment our eyes met, he sped off. The unsettling thing was that his eyes—something about them felt hauntingly familiar.

"Lorenzo! You coming or what?" Ghost's sharp voice snapped me back to the present.

"Yeah, I'm ready," I replied, shaking off the unsettling feeling as I followed him to meet up with the others.

When we arrived at the location, Price turned to us, his expression serious. "Good luck out there, boys," he said, his gaze lingering on Ghost and me. "You two take care of each other and come back with that bastard."

I nodded, but the knot in my stomach tightened again. Something about this mission didn't feel right, but I kept my mouth shut. Ghost and I fell into a silent rhythm as we moved through the shadows, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

We spent about an hour scouring the area with no luck. Just a series of gunfights that felt like a waste of time. I was growing more frustrated by the minute. "Is this bastard even here?" I huffed, irritation lacing my words.

Ghost shot me a stern look, the kind that said I should be more focused. "Who knows? Just keep quiet. I hear something," he ordered, his voice a harsh whisper.

I strained my ears and, sure enough, the sound of muffled voices drifted from a room nearby. My heart raced as we crept closer.

"Dammit, Angelo. You got us fucking caught! You drove the task force here to kill us and to capture me," I heard a voice growl, unmistakably belonging to our target, Mike Lopez.

Ghost exchanged a quick glance with me, and I nodded, readying my weapon. Then I heard another voice, one I assumed was Angelo. "Sorry, sir. But I got some intel," he said, his tone frantic. "One of their task force members. Lorenzo."

My heart dropped. I froze at the sound of my name, panic washing over me. I saw Ghost tense beside me, and I could only imagine the fury boiling within him. "What about him?" Mike demanded.

"Let me make this more clear. Lorenzo Costa," Angelo stated firmly.

I gripped my gun tighter, adrenaline pulsing in my veins as I heard Mike curse under his breath. "Are you talking about the Lorenzo Costa?" he asked, his voice sharper now.

"Yeah, I—" Angelo started but was cut off by Mike's mocking laughter.

"Fuck... Mad Dog would love to hear that," Mike said, his tone dripping with malice.

I felt my stomach drop. The mention of Mad Dog sent a chill through me. I didn't know how he had connected the dots, but I knew it could only lead to trouble.