Hotel Six: A Call of Duty Fanfiction

Chapter 19: Savage

"Anger is never without reason, but seldom with a good one." ~ Benjamin Franklin

Soap released the slide on his pistol and it snapped loudly, echoing in the armory. His pale blue eyes caught Jessica across the room when she flinched. "Y'all right?" he asked.

She wasn't looking at him when she shook her head. "I don't know... I guess I'm still recouping after Iraq." she murmured.

"Well, it has only been three days, Gal; I don't blame ya." he said. "But, ya better get your act together. Price won't want ya to be so glum, ya know."

Her hazel eyes slowly rolled over to him with a blank, glassy look, her expression unreadable. "You think I'd let him know I wasn't feeling well? Price get's so protective of me, which is cute, but I don't like him getting on my case."

Soap laughed. "Aw, a cute li'le thing like you doesn't like to be worried about? I'm surprised, honestly." he teased.

An animal growl rattled in her throat, but Soap could see she was trying not to let the edge of her mouth turn up in a smile. "... I'm not cute..." she whined quietly.

"Uhn!" Jessica sputtered and finally gasped a deep, raspy breath. Damn. Beaten again.

Price stepped into the ring and tapped Ghost on the chest to usher him back. He rigidly grabbed Jess by the scruff and picked her back up onto her feet. "Your head doesn't seem to be in the game today, Gal," he growled. "I can't keep you here if you aren't going to work."

Her eyes didn't meet his, and she huffed. "Yes, sir... I know..."

Ghost shook out his arms. "You're lucky I don't want to break your nose; I could have done some real damage to you had I meant to," he said as Price walked past him; Jessica noticed Price tense at the notion. 

She rolled a shoulder. "Yeah... You're lucky my head's not in the game, 'cause you're starting to piss me off, and I could do you some real damage..."

"Is that a threat, or a promise..?" he purred, shooting her a wink.

"Just shut up and fight me, Ghost."

He chuckled and started pacing. "What's gotcha out of it?" he asked. 

"Stuff..." 

His hand swung through the air and nearly caught her in the chest before she blocked it with a surprised gasp. "If you're still thinking about the other day, get off it; nothing you can do."

She connected her foot with the back of his knee and sent him to the floor. "So what? Doesn't mean it's not still burned into my memory."

Ghost grabbed her by the elbow and thrashed her against the floor suddenly, and knelt over her, pulling back his fist to finish the fight. "Quite frankly, Gal, I'd have shot him myself; Op-Four is Op-Four, doesn't matter how old he is. the Russians just saved us the effort..."

Soap bristled at the sound of shrieking, and looked over his shoulder, stopping his spar with Wolcroft. "What the hell...?"

Price dashed into the tangle of Ghost and Galaxy, who was holding him down with his head between her jaws. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he cried. "Break it up!"

"Tell her to get off me!" cried Ghost frantically. 

"Tell him to apologize!" snarled Gal, biting down a little harder. 

The Captain clenched his fists in frustraition. "Gal, drop him."

She lashed her tail. "Tell this heartless piece of shit to apologize first, then," she replied.