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A quick update <3
Hello lovely people! I'm very much alive as you can see and I have failed to keep my promise that I made at the end of December :( Which was to come back with daily updates after New Year's. I have entered a big writer's block and on the way bumped into many new hyperfixations that stopped me from writing more here. I'm still in the COD fandom and I still read fanfics from some of my favorite authors, but I sadly didn't manage to put some new and creative plot to my own story. Which is funny because I already knew from the start how this story would start and end as well. So that's why I thought it would be good for me to take a long break without posting or giving more empty promises, because I'm still not sure if I should continue writing it (and if there are still some of you that have been reading it from the start). I am so grateful for the readers and appreciation I got till this day! All of your reblogs and comments kept me writing :') And oh my god, that one request I did with Price x reader at the end of December has reached 180 notes which is just incredible and insane!! So in conclusion, I just wanted to let everybody (that was maybe wondering what was going on) know that I am well and okay and will be back some day, but not quite soon. This isn't a goodbye, I promise you.
xoxo cherry
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Nijiro Murakami as Shuntaro Chishiya Alice in Borderland, 2022 S02E03
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Hello everyone! I haven't posted or been here in a while so I just wanted to say that I will be back with regular posts after New Year's and some other holidays that I'm celebrating. I literally binge watched Alice in Borderland in two days and my obsession with Chishiya is back lol. If I get any requests for him I probably will write them but I still gotta continue the Scarlett AU :')
I hope you all spend New Year's eve somewhere nice and stay safe, I'll catch up with everything soon!
xoxo cherry
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Trust me. (Captain John Price x reader)
Warnings: swearing, slight mentions of reader being s/a in the past, if that triggers you please skip this one!, reader is a smoker.
A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon! Just for a disclaimer, this is completely platonic. It took me a long time to finish this because I haven't had the perfect time to actually write out all at once, and I don't know if It's even good or not but I hope I lived up to the expectations of my anon<3
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Your back was aching in absolute pain. The only thing on your mind is to go to bed, even though you knew you wouldn't get a lot of sleep as always.
Price was currently driving next to you. The silence between you two and the neat road making your eyes drop every few seconds because of how tired you were. The radio in the car was off, thinking about if you should turn it on or not crossed your mind many times, at the end deciding it was better off, even though the awkward silence was killing you.
You were on a mission with Gaz and him when it sidetracked a bit, making you and Price be seperated from Gaz due to Laswell's request of him helping her to find the drug cartels.
You never admitted it, but this was the first time you were alone with Price. He was always kind of intimidating to you, the reason why you guys actually never spent more alone time together. He was much older that's for sure so you felt like he didn't have much respect for you because you were a lot younger than him and constantly got yourself in trouble.
You reminded yourself of the times when he stared at you differently. Soap and you were getting back from training, talking about of how you both could improve and roasting each other a bit. Price was getting coffee in the kitchen when you walked in, passing by him.
"Ay Cap. Good morning"
"Good morning Captain."
"Good morning Soap" Price said while taking a sip of his coffee. "And morning y/n" He said changing his expression completely, almost mumbling while passing by you two.
You weren't confused, because it wasn't the first time he acted like that towards you. But you were pretty sure in that moment he didn't like you that much.
And yet here you were. In a car alone with him, trying to find the nearest hotel you can both sleep over in so you could continue the mission in the morning.
"You cold?" Price's sudden voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
"Ah, no I'm okay." You said with a nervous smile, turning your head back to the window trying to avoid his gaze.
Silence filled the air once again until you spoke up, trying to get rid of the akwardness between the two of you.
"Did uh, Gaz call?"
"Yes. He's still settled up with Laswell somewhere safe. We didn't exchange locations for security measures, but if something happens i'll let you know." Price said as he kept looking at the road in front of him, a bright sign slowly appearing close to us that said 'MOTEL'.
"Okay, good" You answered as Price turned slightly left nearing the Motel and parking in front of it.
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You carried your bag as Price went in front of you, going up to the register. He talked to a woman working there asking for rooms as you looked around. The Motel wasn't anything fancy, but you would rather settle in a motorists hotel than somewhere on the street or some crappy old safe house.
It was pretty quiet inside of the Motel. But as you glanced at behind the register you could see just a few more keys on the key stand. Not paying much attention to it you walked around the lobby slowly, playing with the ends of your hair.
"Y/N, let's go." Price called out for you as he held up the keys in the air signalling to the elevator.
You both got inside, Price clicking number '3' as the low hum of the elevator going up could be the only sound you hear.
When you got to the door, Price unlocked it. Moving to the side he mumbled a quiet "after you" as you walked inside of the room, turning the lights on you stopped in your tracks.
You were definietly confused for a second, because at the right side of the wall you could only see one queen sized bed. Looking around, there was only a door to the left were you assumed was the bathroom, in front of the bed was a dresser and on top of it a small TV, as well as the door leading to the terrace.
"Uh, Captain did you order a queen sized bedroom on purpose or?" You said as you turned around to meet his gaze. Price was entering the room right as you turned around holding his bags.
"What are you talking about?-" Price said as he finally got next to you, realising that what you said was true. The beds weren't seperated, it was just one big bed perfectly fitted for a married couple or...worse.
"Um, I'll go downstairs and check with the receptionist." You said as you turned around leaving the room.
You knew it wasn't intentional, but the thought of sleeping in the same bed with Price made your palms sweat and your head hurt. Not because of him, you trusted Price more than you trusted yourself. It's because you were nervous. Nervous about the fact that you could share a bed with a man, and the last time you did that you trusted one too easily.
The elevator doors opened as you stepped inside the lobby again.
"Oh, hello again is everything alright?" The woman behind the reception called out.
"Actually not really. My uh- friend asked for a room with two single beds, and you gave us one with a queen sized bed."
"Oh I'm so sorry! But unfortunately we don't have any more single beds available."
"Not even one with a pull out, or a chair or anything?" Your voice was high pitched, while you awkwardly held your hands on top of the register. Hoping that she could have anything you asked for.
"I'm so sorry, we don't. If you came maybe a bit earlier we could've given you even two seperate rooms, but as you can see it's our busiest time of the year." The woman looked around, the christmas lights and a bright big colorful tree at the corner of the lobby showing that she had a point.
"Alright, uhm- could you sent extra pillows to our room by any chance?"
"Of course! And we're sorry again, I hope you have a good nights rest."
You hoped so too.
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The door clicked shut behind you, Price was standing by the end of the bed, searching through his bag. He turned his head around at the sound of the door closing.
You sighed, throwing the pillows that you got on the floor as you sat next to him on the edge of the bed.
"They don't have any other rooms available."
Price hummed, continuing to search through his bag once again. Your back connected with the bed as you kicked your feet, huffing at a few strands of your hair.
"Soo what are we gonna do now?"
"I'm going to go take a shower." Price said as he finally took some stuff from his duffle bag and left the room. The sound of the water coming from the shower head draining your thoughts away as you got up a bit, propping yourself on the bed with your hands.
"Don't worry darling, I'm not gonna hurt you."
The line coming to your head, reminding you of what could happen again. You got up from the bed immiediately stripping down from your clothes, taking the time while Price wasn't in the room to undress and take a few pillows to make your own bed on the floor.
You rushed to the light switch to turn the lights off, the only light source now peeking through the bathroom doors. Quickly getting yourself on the ground you closed your eyes shut, pretending to sleep so Price wouldn't protest, if he even would.
The sound of the water stopped and some shuffling was heard from inside of the bathroom as the door finally opened after a few minutes.
It was quiet at first, Price stood at the bathroom entrance confused, seeing your sleeping figure on the floor. He sighed as he got closer, inhaling a bit, he wanted to say something. Tell you you shouldn't sleep on the floor when there's a perfectly good bed next to you. To tell you an old man like him should be asleep on the floor, not you. To tell you you were safe with him, and that you can trust your Captain enough to sleep next to him.
But he didn't wanna wake you up. As much as he wanted to, he knew how tired you were. Reminding himself a few hours earlier how your head would drop every few seconds in the car but yet you wouldn't let yourself sleep.
So he got in the bed, dissapointed in himself of how he didn't say earlier that he should be the one sleeping on the floor.
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You were squirming.
That's right. It was so fucking uncomfortable to sleep on the floor. Surprisingly it wasn't your first time, there were worse places that you've slept in. But the hard wood floor was killing your back, and it suddenly got extremely cold as you didn't have any blankets with you.
You got up quietly peeking up at the bed, the only light source you had was from the moonlight and some street lights outside, seeing Price soundly asleep as he lightly snored. Standing up slowly, you sneaked towards your duffle bag pulling a sweatshirt from it and putting it over the t shirt you were currently wearing.
You knew that you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight as you glanced at your watch on your wrist, seeing that it was 3:08 am. So you took your pack of cigarettes out of your jacket pocket and headed out to the terrace. The cool air instantly hitting your face as you quietly tried to open the door from the terrace.
You sat on the plastic chair that was close to the railing. Lighting down your cigarette, you took a big puff out from it.
"What, you think I'll try something with you just because you're a woman? You're funny."
"But I didn't even mention you'd try anything.."
"I know. But that's what most women think so I just wanted to clarify."
"Um yeah, you're right. Silly me." You answered as you fidgeted with your hands, standing at the edge of the bed.
"Well? Come on. Get in the bed."
You hesitated for a second as you finally got under the covers, laying so close to the edge to try and not make any physical touch.
Not expecting for him to actually pull you in, holding you by your waist.
You cringed at the memory, not wanting to think about it any further, but the past resurfacing because this exact same thing happened to you once before.
You were even younger back then, not knowing what to do in the situation or if it was right or wrong.
"You shouldn't have worn those shorts to bed."
It wasn't your fault, right?
Sniffing, you used the sleeve from your sweater to wipe down the tears.
"You're awake."
You gasped at the sudden voice, turning around you placed your palm on your chest where your heart was and saw Price leaning at the doorway to the terrace.
"Captain, you scared the shit out of me."
"And you scared the shit out of me. Why the hell are you awake y/n." Price said as he sat on the plastic chair that was next to you.
"Sorry Captain, it was too uncomfortable to sleep on the floor.."
"So why didn't ya' wake me up?"
"What, why?" You looked at him, shaking your head a bit. The cigarette already burning out.
"Because I should be the one sleeping on the floor."
You stayed quiet, still looking at each other.
"And you've been crying, so clearly there's something more than just an uncomfortable floor." Price sighed as he looked away from you, gazing at the stars.
To be honest, you didn't know what to say. Because you couldn't say that you didn't trust your Captain and that it was just your stupid imagination that thought you could get hurt again.
"Captain, please go back to sleep."
"I'm not leaving until you go to bed." Price said as he leaned more in the chair.
"You can't do this, you can't- do this to me right now." You said, your voice stuttering a bit.
Price turned around to look at you and stayed quiet for a moment.
"I don't want you to lose your sleep because of me Captain."
"Fine, then let's both sleep in the bed." Price said finally as he stood up not looking back at you.
"Wait! No, I don't wanna- do that." You said as you stood up, your voice dying out at the end as Price turned around to look at you. His expression changing, as if he was intrigued by your statement.
"May I ask why, sergeant."
You glanced around the room, not daring to meet his gaze again as you rubbed the palms of your hands onto your sides.
"Do I have to say, why?"
Price looked at you as he let his hands fall to his sides, his gaze softening.
"Nevermind I'll just sleep on the floor-" You passed by him as Price took your arm stopping you in your tracks.
"Y/N..you know that I wouldn't let anything happen to you, and I most certainly wouldn't do it myself."
You looked at him again, his face showing that he meant every word.
Price looked around for a second, seeing the pillows on the floor he let go of your arm and placed three pillows in the middle of the bed, seperating both sides.
"Are you,- comfortable with this?" You blinked, not knowing what to say. Finally nodding your head as you stepped on the other side of the bed.
Hesitantly, you took the covers and got in the bed. Price doing the same as you felt him lay down next to you. Your breath hitched as you stared at the ceiling, glancing at your side where one pillow was you couldn't see his face. You slightly gripped the pillow and moved it to your side hugging it, Price's face now being clear.
"Is this okay?" Price asked as you nodded at his question.
"Thank you, Captain."
"Price. Please call me Price you're making me feel old."
You huffed a laughter, a small smile forming on your face.
"Thank you, Price."
Price smiled at you as he closed his eyes, you doing the same.
Not even expecting to sleep better than you have in a while.
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Quick update: I'm currently very busy with my personal life but please bare with me😭 I've started to write one request and I'm still planning out chapter 7 of the Scarlett AU. I'll try to get at least something done by the end of the week 🙏🏻
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Would you consider writing any fluff with Graves? Him coming home from a mission, or taking care of you if you've been injured during a mission?
Absolutely! I kind of like the idea Graves coming home from a mission at 3 or 4 am and the reader is just up cleaning or doing anything because they can't sleep without him <3
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I’m a sucker for the platonic one bed trope! It can be with any of the characters:)
I kind of see this happening with Price.
That's such a good idea i'll definitely have that one in mind!
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Thinking about trying something different to write next to the Scarlett AU. Requests are a need rn so I would love to write some of y'all ideas! It can be anyone from cod, and just to be clear I do not write smut! It's just not something I'm comfortable with </3
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Consequences.
Chapter 6
OC x Simon Ghost Riley
Warnings: swearing, cod violence, mentions of blood and injuries, slight mentions of past suicidal thoughts.
A/N: This was edited a lot. I kept coming back to the mission part because I was so anxious about it if it was good or not :'). But nonetheless I hope you enjoy it.
I couldn't sleep. It was literally 4am and I had to be up in two hours. Price said we had to wake up that early because of preparing. What exactly were we preparing for, I had absolutely no idea.
I kept replaying the moment from tonight, Price telling Ghost of who I really was. I was so mad, no- dissapointed.
Dissapointed in myself for not just passing by them stopping the conversation in the first place, and dissapointed in him for obvious reasons.
Who exactly am I even? I keep asking that question myself the whole night. What is my purpose? For all of my life I have always been trying to escape everything and everyone. Because I'm scared. Scared of the consequences. Is my ex really alive? Is my son alive? Does Price even trust me anymore? Why did Price tell Ghost that I was in the force once too? Is Ghost gonna tell the others? Is Ghost not gonna trust me even more now? Is Ghost..
Is Ghost awake too?
I didn't even waste time to get right out of bed and leave my room.
What are you doing. What are you doing. What are you doing.
It was too late. I was already in front of his door. Should I knock? Is it too rude to even knock at his door at this ungodly hour?
I knocked.
I heard shuffling from the other side of the door. He is awake.
My hands are so sweaty. What the fuck do I even say?
The door opened, and I was met with a confused Ghost in front of me.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Did I wake you up?" I tried to be as quiet as possible.
Ghost looked at me up and down. He was wearing just a plain black t-shirt and some sweats, and his balaclava as well.
"No." He answered plainly.
"Can I come in?" I asked him, the sweat on my hands increasing by the time I was standing in the hallway.
He didn't say anything as he moved to the side signaling with his head that I can.
I widened my eyes a bit and went in the room, Ghost closing the door behind us. His room was the same as mine. He just had lesser stuff than me.
"Make it quick." He passed by me so he can stand in front of me, a gesture that meant Don't go anywhere else.
"I heard you. You and Price." I wiped my hands at my sides not even daring to look him in the eyes.
"I know."
"What?" I whipped my head at him.
"You should really work on your sneaking skills." He deadpanned.
"Whatever. This isn't about that." I stared at the floor again.
"Then what."
"I just wanna ask you, nicely. To not tell anyone else. They shouldn't hear it from you." My heart was beating so fast. I didn't even understand why I was so nervous. The lack of air in the room was literally killing me.
"Wasn't planning to."
"Wait. Really?" I looked at him again.
"It's not any of my business."
"Oh well-"
"Why are you so nervous Scarlett?" He asked not letting me finish my previous sentence.
"I'm not." I huffed and looked at the wall behind him.
"Then look at me." I turned my gaze slowly back at him, biting the inside of my lip.
"Did you really think I would tell everyone what you really were?" Ghost got closer so that I was looking up at him.
"Of course I did- I mean, I don't know.."
He bent down in front of me so that we could be face to face.
"I don't wanna see you suffer yet."
"You're already making me suffer." I whispered, looking at him straight in the eyes with a straight face.
"Hm."
"Ghost, why did you let me inside your room?"
"Why're you asking me that?" He whispered, inching closer to me.
"'Cause you don't trust me."
"That's a good question."
"What If I came here to kill you?" I stepped closer to him, our faces only inches apart.
"You're funny if you think you can kill me."
"You don't know me."
"That's true."
I could feel his hot breath against my face even with the balaclava he was wearing.
"I hate you." I whispered.
"Say that again."
"I hate you, Ghost." I said with no hesitation.
"Good, you should." He straightened his posture. Leaving me to look at the wall behind him again.
"Are we done here?"
"It depends, are you gonna tell the others or no?"
"I already told you."
Looking at him again, I couldn't understand if he was serious or not. This time I chose to trust him, even if he's doing anything but trusting me.
"Fine then, good night Ghost."
I turned around to leave the room.
"See you later, sergeant."
Ghost said from behind me, I looked at him again and flipped him off as I closed the door.
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Anxiety.
An uncomfortable feeling of nervousness or worry about something that is happening or might happen in the future.
You can feel it even before anything is happening.
That churning feeling in your stomach, maybe it's excitement, or maybe just you being nervous about something.
But this time, it's anxiety.
It's the same when I was about to finish high school.
Or when I had my first kiss. Was it good? Was it bad? How could I know.
Or when I found out that I was pregnant at 18.
Nausea, panic attacks.
That sense of dread or fearing the worst. But I couldn't fear anymore worse than being pregnant and not knowing what I was gonna do with my life.
My parents kicking me out of the house, with no money or home.
I was thinking about killing myself even back then.
But then I thought that it was selfish.
Selfish of me wanting to end my life when my son's was about to begin.
Or the anxiety that I had when I found out my crazy drug addict ex boyfriend was trying to find me and kill me after I decided to break up with him.
It all comes back to me now.
Because it's the same fucking feeling.
I was dripping in sweat trying to calm myself down and the guy that was laying in front of me.
There was so much blood.
I hated it here.
The plan was simple as it was. Get inside the secret spanish drug base, and steal the usb with the files on it, or anything that could give us any information.
But it wasn't that easy. Of course it wasn't.
Nothing in life is that fucking easy right?
"Scarlett how're you holding up there"
Price said through the comms.
I was stationed in a tower where the base was, after they cleaned it up, if you know what I mean.
"A better question is how are you holding up?"
"Answer the question Scarlett."
"Oh it's just lovely up here Price." I answered with sarcasm as I was trying to patch up the man's bullet hole.
Luckily I didn't have many patients, since the only injured one's were either dead or with me now.
"Ghost, i'm behind ya'"
"Copy." I heard Soap and Ghost talk through the comms.
I couldn't help but wonder what was going on were they were now. But it was always better to be safe than sorry.
I took the time when I finished helping the other soldier to tie my hair when I suddenly heard shuffling close to the door that was behind me. The sound instantly setting me on alert.
"Price" I whispered through the comms.
"Yes."
"Where are you."
"What do you mean where I am I'm fighting for my life down here."
"Fuck." I heard voices now. That didn't belong to any of the one's I knew.
I slowly started to take the pistol out of my belt strap and as I was about to point it at the door it was kicked down.
"¡Ahí está ella!"
"Scarlett do you copy?!"
I heard both Price and the people that just barged in the room. I quickly moved to the other side of the wall when they shot the person that was sitting injured behind me.
I pointed my gun at the person that came in first and shot him in the head, the lessons from Alejandro really paying off.
"Price they found me" I quickly said before I shot the other person in his neck.
"Fuck, stay where you are I'm sending more backup."
I quickly got up the floor as my hand started to shake.
I just killed those people.
I haven't done that in so long. And even then I didn't like doing it.
"I don't think I'm safe here anymore" I answered Price.
I walked up to the now broken door, and as I went to the little hallway that led downstairs i looked out a window and saw more people running towards the tower I was in.
Know I knew definitely that I wasn't safe.
I held the gun with both of my hands near my head, moving down the stairs I got outside and squatted moving to the other side of the wall where they couldn't see me.
As I stood there I heard multiple voices going upstairs to the tower.
I'm so fucked.
"Scarlett, location?" It was Soap who said that now.
"I got out of the tower and now I'm standing near the fence behind a wall" I whispered "What the fuck do I do"
It was safe to say that that moment started my anxiety.
From the other side of the fence I heard someone cursing and a couple of shots firing. I looked closely and saw Soap running up to me.
Thank fucking god.
"Shh, follow me" Soap whispered as he got close to me, i followed his footsteps that led at the other side of the fence.
We moved along the base that was filled with corpses, my boots staining with blood and mud. Faint gun shots triggering my fight or flight as I always moved my head to the sound.
"You have to fight now you now that?" Soap said as we were behind some big crate that was near a door that I figured we were about to enter.
We squatted down and he took the radio that was attached to my vest.
"Here's a new one, since they probably found the station you were using with Price and heard your real name." He said while attaching a new one to the same spot.
"What now?" I asked him while loading the pistol that was in my hands.
"Now we gotta give ya' a new name" Soap said as he looked at me "You got a nick we could use?"
Red.
"Uh, I don't know." I answered while avoiding his gaze, pretending to look behind me.
"Hm. I guess I could just call ya Red because of your hair."
Shit. It was like he was reading my mind.
"Yeah I think that's a good idea." I fake smiled while we got up.
"Good, let's go" He said, moving to the door as I followed him.
We got inside, the disgusting stench instantly hitting my nose.
"Red's with me"
"Copy." I heard Price answer.
"We gotta meet up with Ghost, he's downstairs."
"What's going on in here?"
"I don't know for sure, but I think it's more than just drug dealers. God, it is howfin' in 'ere" Soap answered as we started walking down the stairs.
"Where are Alejandro and Rudy?"
"They're with Price, they're still trying to enter the security room."
As we neared the end of the stairs Ghost quickly shoved himself against the wall that was at the end of the stairs, gun shots passing me and Soap.
Soap pointed his rifle at the enemies and fired.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Ghost said clearly angered and annoyed I'm with Soap.
"She got ambushed that's what happened, now we're trying to escape outta here alive."
We started walking up the stairs now, Ghost slightly eyeing me up and down.
"Here's a knife" Soap held one in front of me.
"I already got two." I pulled the end of my sleeve of my sweater, a knife tucked under it, and moved to my pants, pulling at the ends i showed them another knife that was secure at the side of my leg.
"Nicely done. You came prepared."
"Always." We reached the top again as two shots were fired at us, one almost hitting me if Ghost didn't pull me by my hood and moved me to the side of the wall.
"There's no fucking time for chatting, move sergeant."
What a fucking prick.
I held the pistol again firing at a person and hitting them in their shoulder as I moved to hide behind a table that was already overturned.
I looked behind me to see 2, 4, 6, 8..-
12 men with guns, and counting.
"We're kind of outnumbered here aren't we" I said through the comms as I fired my gun at another person.
"We got the usb." I heard Price say finally.
"Copy. We'll need backup Captain"
"Behind ya'" I heard Gaz answer through the comms turning around, he squatted next to me loading up his rifle.
"You good Scarlett?" Gaz asked as he shot at another person.
"It's Red now, and I've been better."
"They got you a nick? Sick." A small smile appeared on my face reminding me of how I missed Gaz the most because he always knew how to lighten the mood even just for a little bit.
"I need bullets"
"Sorry Red, I don't have much ammo left" Gaz said as I shot at another person, the sound of the bullet ringing in my ear.
As I squatted back down behind the table I saw Ghost still standing near the stairs shooting at a few more people. He was quick with it. No hesitation whatsoever.
He quickly hid behind the wall once again to reload his rifle, when I saw a person sneaking up on his side ready to shoot him.
My mind was empty at that moment, and I did the dumbest thing you could imagine.
I got up the floor, sprinting towards the guy.
"Ghost!" I yelled as I threw the knife that was tucked under my sleeve, causing the person to shoot me in my right hip as he got stabbed in the chest by my knife.
I gasped when Ghost pulled me by my arm and threw me behind the wall were he was before.
"What the hell just happened?" I heard Gaz ask through the comms.
"I just saved Ghost's ass that's what happened." I said as I sucked in my breath, the pain from the bullet starting to kick in.
"All Bravo's exit through the other side of the building now." Price ordered through the comms.
I got up wheezing at the sharp pain, running was a huge mistake but I had to act fast.
Quickly following Gaz while Soap and Ghost covered us, we opened a big metal door that was located in a hallway far from the room that we just started a war in.
Outside was a helicopter where Alejandro held up his hand for me to get in, the climbing just making it worse for me.
"Hermanos, you made it!" Rudy yelled as his voice was hard to hear from the helicopter.
I squatted down as I felt light headed, my vision starting to get foggy for a bit. I touched my right side only to see my hand soaked in blood from the bullet hole.
"Hey Price…" I leaned my head as everyone turned their gazes at me.
"I forgot my med kit." I said with a huff while showing my bloody hand.
Price went up to me instantly, inspecting the bullet hole.
"Bloody hell Scarlett…" I almost didn't hear when he said that as my eyes started to drop on their own.
"Hey, eyes on me." Price ordered as he lowered me on the ground, taking my vest off and pulling up the sweater that I had on.
He said a bunch of things later, probably how stupid or careless I was, but I didn't have the strength to listen to it all. I heard him also ask me how did it even happen, and I could only smile as my eyes finally slammed shut, the last thing I could hear was Ghost mumble something to Price.
"…saved me."
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It was hard to open my eyes, they felt like they were glued down. And even when I opened them I was met with just a plain white ceiling above me. Turning my head to the left, I saw a window showing that it was night out, but there was still a light on in the room.
Sighing, I got up carefully wincing at the pain that I forgot I had for a second. I pulled my shirt up seeing gauze and bandages wrapped around my injured side.
"Don't touch that." A quiet, yet gruff voice was heard next to me. Seeing Price sitting in a chair right next to my bed he opened his eyes to look at me.
"How long was I out?" My voice coming out raspy and dry from the sleep.
"About five hours. Surprised me to be honest."
"You know I can't sleep even for an hour, so I'll take what I can." I said with a small smile on my face.
"Even a bullet?"
I got quiet, avoiding his gaze. It was like 'stupid' was written on my forehead.
"Sorry for that."
"No. You're not sorry, I know that for a fact because If you were sorry you wouldn't have done that" Price's voice was still quiet, but it got stern by every second.
"Can we not do this right now?" I asked him while turning my gaze back at him, showing a tired expression.
"You did a stupid thing Scarlett, I don't want you doing that again."
"We all make mistakes Price. And I know for a fact if I didn't do what I had to, Ghost would be sitting here instead of me. Hell, he even might've died."
Silence.
"Tell me you're more glad I'm sitting here instead of him." I whispered as I moved my head to stare at the wall in front of me.
"Scarlett why the hell would you say that?" Price said from behind me as he moved a bit in his chair.
"Why would you tell him I was serving in the military."
The silence that filled the room made me hear slight buzzing in my ear from all of the action of today. Price sighed as he got up, standing now he came into my view while he rested his arm on my shoulder.
"It's time they should now."
I furrowed my eyebrows while I looked up at him.
"No it's not. It won't ever be the time Price because I don't want to talk about that. Do you know how fucked up it is for you to tell someone something that I trusted you with?!" My voice got louder by each sentence, finally the topic of the conversation triggering me.
Price just looked at me, clearly knowing he fucked up.
"I'm sorry."
"… No you're not, because if you were really sorry you wouldn't have done that. Right?" I repeated the same words he said to me minutes ago.
"Just leave please." Price turned around and walked up to the door.
"I really am." He said finally as he exited the room. Leaving me to cry out from the unbearable pain from my injury that I was holding in the whole time he was inside the room.
I couldn't show weakness, not any more.
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Finally found the time to read this and oh my god it's beautiful 😩😭
Wooden Birds Pt2 (John Price X Fem!Reader)
Summary ~ Kate Laswell calls you in to help track down stolen missiles.
Disclaimer ~ I do not own Modern Warfare or any of its characters.
Word Count ~ 8k
Warnings ~ COD violence, blood, injuries, choking (not the fun kind), Mild PTSD,
Modern Warfare Masterlist
John Price Masterlist
Part 1
A/n ~ first 6k words are what I got edited, the rest is just kinda edited. Enjoy
SEMI UNEDITED
••••••
It was the middle of the night when Kate Laswell called you, the loud music playing from your phone causing you to gasp quietly and wake up. The light from your phone screen illuminated the dark hotel room around you and makes you squint while you struggled to read the name on your phone.
“Kate?” You asked groggily as you reached over to flip on the lamp and sit up.
“Y/n, I hope I'm not waking you up?” Kate’s voice sounded from the phone as you held it to your ear.
You rubbed your eyes, “Don't worry about it.” You pushed the white sheets of your body and let the cool air hit your skin, “I assume you're not calling just to catch up?”
“How soon can you get to Amsterdam?”
“Amsterdam? Uh, two maybe three hours.” You leaned back against the headboard and stared at the black screen of the tv at the other end of the room, “May I ask why?”
“I’ll brief you when we meet up, I'll text you the address,” Kate said quickly, a few voices speaking in the background, “Price is already on the ground there with Sergeant Garrick, they'll be meeting up with us.”
You looked over at your bags sitting against the wall, “John? What’s he doing in Amsterdam?”
“Business trip.”
You knew what that meant.
“Send me the address Kate, I'll be there as soon as I can.” You said while climbing off the bed and looking for your pants.
“Thank you Y/n.” Kate said a moment before a text from her with an address, “I'll see you in a few hours.”
So with that, you ended the phone call and began gathering your belongings from where they were scattered around the small room. The only sound to fill the room was the quiet humming of the AC unit below the window, the soothing noise had been what lulled you to sleep only a few hours ago.
You grabbed your duffle bag from the floor and heaved it onto the bed before digging around inside for a change of clothes. You knew if Kate was calling you to meet with her and John it was likely going to involve guns and fighting, so you settled for an outfit that was easy to move in, black jeans and a black short sleeve mock neck.
It had been a few months since you had last seen John, he stayed in contact with you as much as possible but due to the nature of your jobs, you could sometimes go months without seeing or hearing from one another.
You and John were super close, you had been for a long time, after everything the two of you had gone through you supposed it was expected for you to grow closer. Kate Laswell paired you both together frequently because of how well you both worked with one another, a lot of times it was like you didn't even need to speak for the other to understand what they were saying. You worked seamlessly together on and off the field.
Even though you knew you had likely been called to meet Kate and John because something had gone wrong you couldn't help but be a bit relieved that you would get to see him, you had missed him.
After gathering all of your clothes and other items you shoved them all into your duffle bag and ran to the bathroom to wash your face and fix your hair, bedhead never made for the best field hair.
It didn't take long for you to be out the door and check out of the hotel. Your car chirped at the far end of the parking lot as you pressed the unlock button on your keys, your duffle bag hanging from your hand and your backpack slung over your shoulder as you walked toward it.
You check the address Kate had sent you and pulled it up on your GPS, it was a parking garage near the center of Amsterdam, you always did like an obscure meeting location.
•••
“Alright, Kate, what's going on?” You asked as you pushed your hands into the pockets of your denim jacket and walked over to where she was leaning against the wall.
Kate did a quick scan of the area with her eyes, confirming that you were both alone before speaking, “Hassan Zyani, you know him?”
You furrowed your brows, “I know the name, what about him?”
“He has American missiles.”
The loud bustling of the streets outside was flowing around the garage as you leaned back against the door of your car.
“How the hell did he get those?”
Kate shrugged, “I don't know, what I do know is he's using Narcos to smuggle things through Amsterdam, John found out where they're having a meeting and he's headed there now.”
“He’s been busy.” You raised a brow.
Kate pushed off the wall and walked to her van that was parked beside you, “You're meeting him at Cafe Gracht, that's where the meeting is happening, Kyle and I are going to move in and take care of any cartel guards in our way.” She slid open the door on the side of the van, “Once we get our guy we’re getting out of here so we can get some answers from him.”
Kate turned back to you and handed a silenced pistol to you, “Cafe Gratch? It close?” You turned the weapon over in your hand before tucking it into the waistband of your pants and pulling your jacket over it.
“Just around the block.”
“Laswell!” A male voice came from the other end of the garage causing both you and Kate to turn your heads toward it.
You smiled when you saw Kyle walking toward you, “Gaz! It's been a while.” You greeted him with a wave as he walked over to you both.
Kyle walked up beside you and smiled, his elbow moving out to nudge your side in greeting, “Alright ladies?”
The contact made your body tense up and caused you to instinctually lean away from him.
You had a weird relationship with physical touch, you didn't always recoil from it, but after what happened in Russia whenever someone touched you whether it was an accident or not it made your skin crawl and your head roar.
“Keeping the captain out of trouble Gaz?” You raised a brow at him.
He grinned, “I try my best.” He shrugged.
“Anything else I need to know Kate?” You looked back at her.
She glanced down at her watch, “Their meeting is in fifteen minutes, you should get going.” She handed you a small earpiece, “Keep in contact.”
You nodded and put the earpiece in, “See you guys soon.” You waved at them both before turning on your heel and walking off toward the busy streets outside.
Amsterdam was a beautiful place, you had been here many times over the years but you had yet to come for anything other than business.
You remembered when you were little your father would tell you stories about all of the places he would visit when he was in the military. You always thought it was so cool that he got to go to so many different places, and now here you were following in his footsteps and you couldn't help but wonder if he would be proud of you or not.
As you walked your eyes scanned the streets around you, your gaze settling on every face that you passed trying to assess whether or not they were a threat. The weight of the gun under your coat makes you all too aware of how exposed you are on the streets should something go wrong.
“John, Y/n, comms check.” Kate’s voice sounded in your ear.
You glanced around once more before speaking, “I hear you.”
“Copy Kate.” John’s rough voice followed yours.
You looked around but you had yet to see John anywhere among the crowds, “I'm almost to the cafe John, where are you?”
“Turn around.”
You froze and whirled around, your eyes settling on the familiar face, “I hope you weren't planning on sneaking up on me John.” You frowned as you stood still and waited for him to catch up to you.
“I wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart.” He gave you a small smile before stopping in front of you.
John knew how you were about people touching you, so he never initiated it because he knew sometimes you just didn't like it, even from him. Something about John though never bothered you, so more often than not you would greet him with a quick hug that he would gladly return.
You smiled and moved forward, wrapping your arms around his torso and squeezing him tight. John’s arms moved around your back as he squeezed you right back, the hug only lasted for a couple of seconds before you both pulled away from each other and John started walking.
“Kate brief you?” He asked while down over at you.
You nodded, “Missing merchandise?”
“Correct.”
You could feel John’s eyes on you as you walked into the small square and headed for the cafe across the way, his gaze burning into the side of your head as you approached the tables outside. John moved ahead of you and pulled the chair out for you, a quick grin flashing across his face as he moved to the other side of the table and sat down.
“Nice cafe Kate.” You spoke while looking across the table at John, acting as if you were just speaking to him.
“We’re in position watcher.” John said as his eyes drifted over to the table beside you, “two at the table to my three o'clock, one cartel and one Iranian.”
You followed his gaze and noted the men he was talking about.
“How cozy.” Kate said, “What are they up to?”
“Transaction of some kind from the looks of it.” You said while crossing your ankles in front of you under the table.
“Electronically?” kate asked.
“Affirm.” John clasped his hands together on the table.
“They're paying the cartel for something.” Kyle chimed in.
You nodded even though he couldn't see, “We need to figure out what.
“Security?” Gaz asked again.
You noticed John’s eyes move behind you and scan around the square, “Several.”
“I'll deal with them.”
You smirked.
“Well don't take all the fun eh?” John raised a brow.
“Copy, coming your way now.”
You looked across the table and made note of the small changes to his appearance, his beard was trimmed differently than it usually was and he had switched out his usual bucket hat for a grey beanie.
While you kept your eyes on John and the scenery around you both you kept all of your focus on the table to your left, the men sitting around it were talking rather loudly about their plan to move cargo later on tonight.
“0-6, sitrep?” Kate spoke after a few minutes of silence on their end.
John turned his head away from the men when he spoke, “Talking timeline.”
“When are they moving?”
“Tonight.” You told her.
A sigh could be heard through the comms before she spoke again, “Stay on ‘em, we need to know what it is and where it's going.”
“Copy.” John looked over at you with his brows lowered.
You glanced around at the other people around you, a lot of civilians, too many casualties if this went south.
As you listened to the men beside you talk your stomach sank when you heard them mention their cargo, Hassan Zyani headed for the US. A quick glance across the table to meet John’s eyes was all you needed to know he had heard it too.
“Watcher 1.” John looked away from the men, “The cargo is human, one VIP bound for the US.”
“Who John?”
You brought your clasped hands up to rest in front of your mouth, “Major Hassan Zyani.” You informed her.
Kate cursed, “That means he's in Mexico.” Her and Gaz exchanged a few words before she continued, “We need to roll up our cartel friend for a talk.” You knew what kind of talk she meant.
John eyed you carefully, “If Hassan gets a missile anywhere near the US there will be a death toll.” John warned.
“There’s guards all over him, what's the call?” Gaz asked.
You looked around at the crowded square, “There could be more guards here that we don't know about.”
“There’s no time to case the area.” Kate said, “We need a distraction.”
John raised a brow, “I've got something.”
You borrowed your brows and looked at him.
“Meet at the cafe Gaz.” He leaned back against the back of his chair.
You glared over at him with a silent question that he refused to answer as Gaz rounded the corner and walked up beside the table.
John reached his hand under the table and looked up at Gaz, “Take it.”
“The bloody hell is this?” Gaz asked as he grabbed the decoy grenade from his hand.
You weren't even going to ask John why he had that with him.
“Decoy grenade, it'll work,” John told him, “Price to Laswell, let's kick this off.”
As Gas walked away you raised a brow at John, “I don't think I want to know why you had that with you.”
A moment later Kate spoke again, “When panic starts to spread that's when the cartel moves in.”
“And that’s where we come in.” You added.
You sat back in your chair and waited for the chaos the erupt, your eyes bouncing around to look at different people as you tapped your fingers along your thighs.
“You ready Y/n?” John asked quietly as he stood from his chair.
Before you could respond the loud sounds of the decoy grenade came from the alley Gaz had taken it.
“That's our queue.” You sighed and stood.
People around you had begun to panic after hearing the loud noise, men and women getting up from the cafe and moving to leave along with the cartel members. So, you and John moved to follow behind him as Gaz informed you he was on his way.
You pulled your gun from your waistband and moved up on one of the guards while John went for your target. The guard you were going for turned around but before he could react you drove your elbow up into his nose and fired a shot into his chest, dropping him to the ground.
John grabbed the man he was going for and held his gun to his back, “Shut your mouth, follow me.” He hissed in his ear.
“Watcher, package is secure and we are headed your way.” You spoke into your ear while stepping behind John to watch his back as he lead the man forward.
Two men ran around the corner of a building with their guns drawn and you immediately raised yours, “John, move now!” You yelled back at him as you fired at the two men, “Gaz give him cover!” You ducked behind the tree along the street and shot at another cartel member.
John pushed the man behind a trash can and ducked with him, “Watcher-1 we are taking fire, three hostiles to our south!” John’s voice boomed in your ear as you shot at another man, your bullets hitting their mark and dropping him to the ground.
The three of you successfully took out the cartel members by the time Kate spoke again, “Alright you guys, police are on their way and they're three minutes out. We need to wrap this up.”
You noticed the SUV pull up down the street with Kate in the driver's seat and hauled yourself to your feet. Your knee aching slightly from where you had dropped onto it while shooting and you were sure it would be bruised later.
John pushed the man down onto the ground and climbed on top of him, using his legs to hold his arms at his side while he called for Gaz to bring the syringe he had.
While they took care of him you kept your eyes on the square, most of the people who were there had run as soon as the gunfire started but there were still a few that hung around and made you a bit nervous.
“Y/n, let's go!” John called from behind you.
You turned around and saw John and Kyle drag the now unconscious man to his feet, both of them draping his arms over their shoulder so they could move him toward the SUV Kate had brought. You ran in front of them while tucking your gun away and opened the back door so the guys could put the man in the back seat.
Once he was in the seat Gaz moved around to the other side and climbed into the back row of seats while John told you to take shotgun and he sat next to your new friend.
“Good job everyone.” Kate looked over at you and then back at the guys before speeding off down the street, “We need to find where they're moving Hassan and intercept him.”
You settled back in your seat and rubbed your palm over your knee.
“We’ll wake him up and have a little chat,” John said from behind you.
“How do you know he’ll talk?” Gaz asked from the back seat.
Kate let out a breathy chuckle, “I can be very persuasive.”
•••
You hate to admit it but this was far from the first time you found yourself in a warehouse with a man tied to a chair, it was a shockingly regular occurrence for you.
The cold metal of the shipping container you were leaning against had bled through your coat onto your back sending a chill down your spine. Your arms were crossed over your chest and your eyes were fixed on the man tied to the chair, his head drooped forward and his chin pressed against his chest.
“How long is that stuff supposed to last Kate?” You asked while keeping your eyes on the man.
Kate looked up from where she stood next to John, the two of them going over a few things on her laptop.
“Shouldn't last too much longer.” She told you.
John left her side and walked over to you, his posture straight as he stopped in front of you, “You want to go keep watch outside?” He asked quietly, keeping his voice low so only you could hear him.
You looked behind him at the man slumped over in the chair, “That alright?”
He nodded, “Yeah, the three of us can handle it.”
“Thanks.” You gave him a short smile, “How did Hassan get the missiles?” You changed the subject.
“Don't know, right now Shephard is only worried about getting them back,” John explained.
You scoffed, “General Shephard.” You pushed off the wall you were leaning against, “Who else do we have on this?” You raised a brow at him.
“Sergeant MacTavish and Lieutenant Riley.”
“Soap and Ghost eh?”
John crossed his arms over his chest, “They're the ones who found the missiles.”
“John, you ready?” Kate spoke up from behind you both.
John studied your face for a moment longer before turning away from you, “Let's talk to our new friend yeah?”
You excused yourself and walked out of the warehouse just as the man’s screams started to echo around the building. You set your gaze on the small stack of crates outside the door and walked over to sit on top of them, the sounds inside the warehouse dulling when the door clicked closed behind you.
Crossing your legs in front of you, you leaned back against the metal wall behind you. You tuned out the sounds of the screaming inside as best you could but no matter how hard you tried you could still hear it.
Despite the cold temperature outside your skin still started to feel clammy, your chest feeling hot as you pressed your head back against the wall. You quickly slipped your jacket off so you were left in just your shirt, your arms now exposed to the chill air making your body start to cool down.
You sighed and looked down at your arms, your eyes landing on the large indent along your forearm. The pale scar in the shape of a bite mark was a permanent reminder of why you couldn't handle interrogations anymore.
The first time you had been present for an investigation after what happened in Russia had been a complete shit show.
It was nearly a year after you had been cleared for field work again, your mission was infiltrating a terrorist cell with a group of men. Everything went perfectly and you had your man, but soon as the interrogation started and the man started screaming it was like your mind just shut down and all you could think about was being back in that room with Barkov.
You had been sent back to base and weren't allowed back in the field for another month when the shrinks cleared you again.
John knew all about how much interrogations affected you, so whenever he was there he made sure to excuse you from them.
Absentmindedly you started running your fingers along the large dented scar on your arm, the uneven texture beneath your fingertips allowing you to take your mind off of the man inside and the way he was screaming.
Your eyes scanned the area around you, the large stacks of shipping containers and the water that ran alongside the warehouse, the dock had been mostly empty when you arrived which was why you settled on this location.
Slow even breaths fell from your lips as you focused on the cool air around you and let your eyes wander around the docks. The stacks of shipping containers acted as walls around you and blocked your view, but they also blocked you from the view of others.
The door opened to your left and your eyes snapped over to it only to see Kyle walking out with his hands raised slightly.
“Didn't mean to startle you.” He cringed slightly.
You waved him off, “Don't worry about it,” You assured him it was fine, “How are things in there?” You nodded toward the wall.
“Kate was right about being persuasive.” Kyle’s eyes flickered down to your scarred arm, “Price sent me to come and get you.”
You nodded and hopped down off the crate, swinging your jacket over your arm to cover the scar from view, “They get what we needed from him?”
He held the door open, “Yes ma'am.”
“Good.”
Following Kyle inside your eyes landed on the man who was once again unconscious in the chair, this time he was covered in sweat and his hands were bleeding, you pulled your eyes from him and looked at John.
“Well?” Your voice bounced around off of the metal containers.
John walked over to you, “They're taking Hassan across the border tonight.” He explained.
You frowned, “We can't get there in time, do we have anyone stationed there we can trust?” You looked back at Kate who was already on the phone me with someone.
“Laswell knows someone.” John noticed your jacket slung over your arm, “You alright?”
Kyle must have taken that as his queue to leave because he walked over to join Kate.
“I'm good.” You nodded.
John knew you better than that though, “How much did you hear?” He stepped closer to you so he was blocking the man in the chair from your view.
“Enough, I'm good though.” You put on a smile, “don't worry.”
“You sure?” He motioned to the way you had your arm covered.
You nodded.
•••
Everything that happened in the next twenty-four hours seemed to go by in slow motion even though you were rushing around for most of it.
Kate had enlisted the help of an old friend of hers, Colonel Alejandro Vargas with the Mexican special forces. Shepherd had sent Soap and Ghost to met up with Colonel Vargan in Las Almas where they had tracked Hassan.
Hassan was holed up in a cartel safe house and after a run-in with the Mexican army who was working with The cartel, the group finally managed to capture Hassan and get him into their custody along with the help of Shadow Company.
After questioning Hassan in the middle of nowhere and going through everything on his phone the guys, unfortunately, had to let Hassan go after Kate told them to. Keeping him would have been taken as an act of war and that was not something that they wanted. So ultimately Hassan was released after everything they went through to get him.
His phone did prove to be useful however and you were able to find out about an old fish hatchery that was being used by the cartel as a smuggling front.
Kate had formulated a plan for infiltrating the hatchery, she would be out in the water on a boat while You, Kyle, and John were on the ground. From the boat, Kate would be able to watch the coast for them and provide exfil when you were ready.
John had pushed back against her a bit, the idea of Kate being left alone not sitting well with any of you. So, you volunteered to stay on the boat with her, and that was enough to ease John’s nerves.
Before you set off for the hatchery John had pulled you aside his hand loosely holding your arm for a second before he dropped it, “be safe out there yeah?” He looked down at you.
You nodded, “I will if you will.”
“Deal.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the top of your head before quickly pulling back, “See you on the other side.”
With the lingering feeling of John’s lips on your skin, you and Kate went on your way while John and Kyle went their own way.
“Watcher 1 to bravo, we’re in position half a click off the coast, and the structures are visible. What's your status?” Kate asked as she stared down the scope of her gun at the coastline.
You shifted your hips so you were resting on one knee as you held your own gun in your hand, your eyes moving to look down the scope at the various structures on the hill.
“We are set at our firing point, eyes on a pair of armed targets hiding in the field.” Price’s hushed voice came through your earpiece.
Kate leaned away from her rifle, “You're green-lit, execute when able.”
“Stand by.”
The two of you waited in silence for the guys to check in again, nearly a minute went by before you spoke.
“Bravo, what do you have?” You moved your scope to the top of the hill, “Bravo how copy?” You spoke again.
“Solid Watcher, two down,” John said.
Kate nodded, “copy that, move forward, and see what you can find.”
As the two of you waited on the boat you kept your eye on the hatchery where several armed cartel members were milling about, you made note of the few unarmed civilians you saw as well. There were three main structures along The hill, two large warehouse-like buildings, and the lighthouse that was closer to the top of the hill.
“Bravo-6, what's your status?” Kate asked again, she wanted to keep close tabs on the guys since they were on their own up there.
“We’ve got transports moving north of our position,” John informed her.
“One of them is hauling a container, it may have the missiles.” Kyle chimed in.
Both you and Kate shared a look, “Copy, that's what we’re here for.” Kate stepped away from her gun and let it rest along the railing, “We are moving along the coast for a better view, stay on it.”
You leaned back on your heels as Kate moved to the controls, the engine of the bit roaring to life a moment before she drove it farther up the coast and closer to the lighthouse.
As you waited you listened to John and Gaz talk, the two of them bouncing back and forth about different reasons why cartels and terrorists would be working together.
“What’s the common ground?” Kyle asked
You leaned back against the side of the boat, “Territory and fresh blood, they can both help each other out.” You explained.
“They both attract the youth, always a long line of new recruits.” Kate said as she turned the boat off again and walked back to join you on the floor.
You looked up at the cloud-covered sky, your eyes finding different shapes in the clouds before you turned your attention back to the coast. You noticed the trucks that John had mentioned earlier coming up over the top of the hill and heading down toward one of the buildings.
The sound of the water lapping against the side of the boat reminded you of the white noise you would play to help yourself sleep sometimes. After all the years you had spent sleeping on base and sleeping around other people you had grown used to the noise and often found yourself unable to fall asleep if it was quiet.
“I think it's going to rain Kate.” You hummed as you pulled away from your scope once more.
You saw her look over at you out of the corner of your eye, “What makes you say that?”
“My arm is tingling.” You deadpanned.
She stared at you, “Seriously?”
You smirked, “No, look at the clouds.”
Kate sighed loudly and you knew she was rolling her eyes, “Smart Alek.”
“Laswell?” Kyle spoke through the comms.
Kate sat up on her knees and pulled away from her rifle, “Talk to me, Garrick.”
“You done this before?”
You furrowed your brows at the question.
“Mmm, many times sergeant, since you were in diapers.” Kate hummed.
You it back a laugh.
“Well, in fairness, he was probably potty trained by then Kate…” John said, and you could tell he was smirking slightly just from his tone.
“Still am sir.” Kyle chuckled.
You grinned, “Remind us to check your ghillie suite when we are done eh? Yours too John.”
“You're on Y/n.”
“This is going to be in my final report you know.” Kate reminded you.
•••
“Watcher this is Bravo, we are moving into the tunnel now.” John informed you.
You leaned back in the seat behind the boat’s controls, “Be careful you two.”
“Remember, we are a small team so if they call in reinforcements it goes real bad real quick.” Kate cautioned.
“Just get down in those tunnels, check around for the missiles, and get out alright?” You rested your rifle across your lap and eyed the water around you with wary eyes.
“Copy that.” John said before the comms went silent again.
Both of the main hatchery buildings had been empty, the only thing Gaz found inside were some blueprints of a tunnel system beneath the lighthouse. So, that's where he and John were headed.
On the horizon, you noticed a handful of boats heading straight for you and waved Kate over.
“Watcher to Bravo, be advised multiple boats approaching our position,” Kate said while keeping her gaze on the boats.
“You need help?” Kyle asked.
You furrowed your brows, “could be fishermen, stay on mission you two.”
Slowly the group of boats got closer and closer to your position, you and kate quickly stowed your weapons out of view in case they were just fishermen but kept them within reach in case they weren't.
You counted three boats altogether.
“Moving down to the next level of tunnels, you two okay?” John asked after a few minutes of silence.
Kate leaned against the wall beside you, “Boats are still closing, no trouble yet.”
A long sigh could be heard from John through the comms, “I don't like this.”
You looked down at your boots, “Comes with the job I'm afraid John.” You sighed, “We’ll be fine.”
Keeping your eyes on the boat you couldn't help but notice the sinking feeling in your stomach, it was like something was trying to tell you that something was wrong.
As the boats got closer you noticed the men on board, all of them armed.
“Kate, I think we have problems here.” You looked over at her.
John spoke through the comms to tell you the cave they found was empty and you could see the frustration in Kate’s eyes.
“We are directly across from that cave John, we’ve got trouble out here.” She told him while you moved to grab your rifle again.
“Boats are closing in, looks like AQ.” You cursed and moved to duck below the edge of the boat just as the gunfire started from the boats.
Two boats came up on either side of yours and men started jumping on board, you fired at them and dropped two before a man came up behind you and grabbed you. A loud grunt left your lips as you pulled the knife from your belt and swung it backward sinking the blade into his head and causing him to loosen his hold on you.
Once you were free you pulled your knife from his head and turned to find Kate, your eyes landed on her being picked up by two men and pulled onto their boat.
“Kate!” You yelled and moved to grab the pistol the man had dropped.
You fired at one of the men holding her when a sharp pain went through the side of your arm as a bullet grazed your skin, you continued to shoot until the gun ran out of ammo and Kate was out of view.
Another pair of arms wrapped around you and held your arms tight against your side so you could fight back, you moved to drop your weight forward to the ground in an attempt to throw them off of you but an arm wrapped aroud your neck and squeezed.
You reached behind you and tried to claw at your attacker's face to get them off of you but it was no use, they only squeezed harder.
Black spots floated around your vision as you fought to stay awake, John’s voice echoing in your head as he yelled at you through the comms.
The last thing you heard before your vision went black was him cursing and calling your name again.
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They were taking you to Al Mazrah, that much you had gathered in the short periods that you were conscious. You hadn't seen Kate since they grabbed her from the boat and you were beginning to worry they had killed her.
You were less worried about yourself and more worried about her as they loaded you up into the back of an armored truck with three armed guards, all of whom had guns pointed at you.
You knew all too well that if they got you across the border into Al Mazrah you would likely never be found, that fact sat like a ton of bricks in the pit of your stomach.
As you sat with your hands cuffed to the floor you stared at your wrists, the old scars wrapped around them in the same place the cuffs sat earning your whole attention. You forced your mind to go somewhere else as the men around you shattered back and forth in Arabic, your knowledge of the language wasn't the best but you were able to make out that they were talking about you.
It didn't take long for you to zone out completely as you stared down at your wrists, your mind working on overdrive to try and figure out a way out of your current situation. Any solutions you worked up ended with you getting shot and killed.
Your breathing was slow and even as you reminded yourself how to breathe, your mind took you anywhere but where you were squished between two armed men.
The truck around you bounced around as it drove over the bumpy ground, the men beside you continuously pressing against your arms making you tense up.
The truck was too small.
Too cramped.
You counted slowly in your head as your breathed to keep yourself calm.
Inhale, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
Hold, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
Exhale, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
You repeated this over and over in your head like it was your mantra, the simple act of breathing slowly being enough to keep your mind and body calm.
The sound of the truck engine roaring around you was an almost soothing sound, it helped to calm your mind as you breathed.
From the front of the truck, you heard the driver yell back at the three men who were with you, something about rebels moving in from the north.
You furrowed your brows and listened closely to what they were saying, you could only make out bits and pieces of their conversation but you gathered that the Urzikstan rebels were moving in on the caravan.
Farah.
You straightened your back and stared at the man across from you, your eyes dropping to his gun.
“What are you looking at?” He hissed while looking down his nose at you.
You knew that if Farah was coming it was likely because John had enlisted her help, that fact alone gave you a bit of hope that you would get out of this.
A loud explosion sounded from somewhere at the back of the caravan, the force of it shaking the truck around you.
The guards at your sides tightened their grip on their guns as you felt the truck lurch forward and speed up, Farah’s forces were closing in.
You tilted your head up and bit back the pained grunt that caught in your throat, the skin around your neck was still sore from being choked on the boat and you were sure it was bruised as well.
The sounds of motorcycles outside the truck earned your attention as well as the guards, their eyes moving back to look out the small windows along the truck before giving each other nervous glances.
They were afraid, that much was clear.
You gently pulled up on your arms to test the cuffs, the chain attached to the floor pulling the metal down against your skin. You tugged a little harder and noticed the slight give in the chain, the cuffs loosening up just slightly but it was enough to tell you that if you pulled hard enough you could break the chain loose from the floor.
As the truck made a sharp turn you were forced to lean against the man beside you, your mind recoiling at the contact and you forced yourself to sit upright.
The truck sped up once more and the roaring of the engine grew louder and louder, and so did the gunfire and the explosions.
You knew the truck was getting closer to the border and that meant time was running out, John and Farah could follow you over it.
You barely had time to process what was happening when the truck was hit by another vehicle, the force of the impact was enough to push the truck up onto one set of wheels and tip it onto its side.
The men around you cursed loudly as you were all thrown forward, the action making your wrists pull against the chain hard enough for it to break away from the floor and the chain dropped against your head.
You didn't waste a single second and immediately moved to grab hold of one of the guard's rifles, as soon as the weapon was in your cuffed hands you shot at the man in front of you.
The sound of the man’s cries being cut short as you shot him in the chest filled the truck as the other two guards scrambled for their weapons. You were faster than them though and pushed yourself upright so you could aim at them, two of your shots hit their mark and dropped one of the guards but the other one already had his hands on a gun and fired at you.
The bullet hit your shoulder and you cried out in pain as you kicked your legs out, your boots connecting with his stomach and knocking the wind from his lungs. This gave you enough time to move forward and swung another hit at his face.
The man cursed at you under his breath as he grabbed your leg and pulled you toward him. You swung the chain still connected to your handcuffs and wrapped it around his neck, you used what little momentum you had to push him back with your knees and move so you were behind him.
With the chain wrapped around his neck, you grabbed a hold of it and pulled as hard as you could, the chain slowly tightening around his neck as he clawed at it to try and free himself. You kept pulling on the rope as blood dripped from your shoulder, your knees pressed against the man’s shoulder blades as you held your breath.
You kept pulling on the chain even after his body went still, his chest stopped rising and falling and his face was turning blue.
The bullet in your shoulder started aching as you loosened your grip, your eyes snapping toward the door at the back of the truck as voices sounded outside and started I open it.
You pushed the man off of you with your legs and grabbed a hold of the rifle next to you. Your body moved before your mind could catch up with it as you aimed down the site at the door of the truck.
The light pouring into the truck when the door opened made you squint, your gun still raised as you stared at the familiar face in front of you.
Kyle holstered his own gun and held his hands up in front of himself, “Hey, you're good.” He said gently before glancing off to the side, “Captain! I found her.”
Your breathing was still heavy as you lowered your gun but kept it held firmly in your hands.
John came into view and his eyes softened as he took in the bodies laying around you, “Hey, Y/n, put the gun down okay?” He said softly as he ducked and climbed into the sideways truck, his hand held up in front of him as he moved.
You dropped the gun on the ground and stared at John, “Kate, you have to get Kate.” You said, your voice hoarse from the pain in your throat.
“She's fine, we got her.” John said while motioning for you to move toward him, “Come on, we need to get outta here before more AQ soldiers come.” He explained while reaching out and grabbing your arm.
You immediately flinched and pulled your arm away from him, a silent apology lying behind your tired eyes.
“Want me to get those cuffs off of you?” John asked quietly while moving his hand to his vest where he always kept a set of keys for them.
You nodded and held your arms up.
He took extra care while unlocking the cuffs to make sure he didn't touch you, he didn't take it personally because he knew you would be on the for a while before you calmed back down.
“Captain, we need to move,” Kyle said from where he was standing outside the truck.
John hovered behind you as you moved past him, his eyes staying on you and his arms out ready to steady you should you need it.
Your shoulder was throbbing as you climbed out of the truck and a good up straight.
“You take all three of them out?” Kyle asked as he stepped up beside you, he let his distance though and you appreciated it.
You nodded while searching behind you for John, “The truck tipped and gave me an opening.” You explained.
“She’s good at holding her own.” John stepped up beside you and must have given Kyle a look because the sergeant excused himself to go load up in one of the vehicles.
John stepped in front of you and moved in as close as he could without touching you, “You alright?” He asked while scanning your face, his eyes lingering on your bruised neck for a few seconds longer.
Your eyes dropped to his chest and you inhaled slowly before nodding, “I will be.” You said quietly.
“We’ll get back to base and get you patched up, that sound good?” He dipped his head so he could look at you.
You nodded and reached your hand out to grab his pinkie, the small bit of contact was enough for you to feel safe.
It wasn't until the car ride back to Farah’s base that the events of the last few days finally caught up with you, the exhaustion you had felt ever since Kate called you that night in your hotel finally taking its toll on you.
You were sitting in the back seat of a truck next to John and your head was resting against his shoulder as you slept soundly, John kept his eyes on you as you slept and watched the way your shoulders moved as you breathed.
He would never admit it to you or anyone else but when you were taken on that boat he was scared, he was terrified he would lose you and he didn't know how to handle that.
You meant more to John than he had ever told you and the idea of losing you terrified him.
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This is soo cute, here's me lol
I’m officially obsessed with Picrews!
I found one that is very inclusive so everyone should be able create themselves. This one is insane - so many options.
Here’s mine:
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Consequences.
Chapter 6
OC x Simon Ghost Riley
Warnings: swearing, cod violence, mentions of blood and injuries, slight mentions of past suicidal thoughts.
A/N: This was edited a lot. I kept coming back to the mission part because I was so anxious about it if it was good or not :'). But nonetheless I hope you enjoy it.
I couldn't sleep. It was literally 4am and I had to be up in two hours. Price said we had to wake up that early because of preparing. What exactly were we preparing for, I had absolutely no idea.
I kept replaying the moment from tonight, Price telling Ghost of who I really was. I was so mad, no- dissapointed.
Dissapointed in myself for not just passing by them stopping the conversation in the first place, and dissapointed in him for obvious reasons.
Who exactly am I even? I keep asking that question myself the whole night. What is my purpose? For all of my life I have always been trying to escape everything and everyone. Because I'm scared. Scared of the consequences. Is my ex really alive? Is my son alive? Does Price even trust me anymore? Why did Price tell Ghost that I was in the force once too? Is Ghost gonna tell the others? Is Ghost not gonna trust me even more now? Is Ghost..
Is Ghost awake too?
I didn't even waste time to get right out of bed and leave my room.
What are you doing. What are you doing. What are you doing.
It was too late. I was already in front of his door. Should I knock? Is it too rude to even knock at his door at this ungodly hour?
I knocked.
I heard shuffling from the other side of the door. He is awake.
My hands are so sweaty. What the fuck do I even say?
The door opened, and I was met with a confused Ghost in front of me.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Did I wake you up?" I tried to be as quiet as possible.
Ghost looked at me up and down. He was wearing just a plain black t-shirt and some sweats, and his balaclava as well.
"No." He answered plainly.
"Can I come in?" I asked him, the sweat on my hands increasing by the time I was standing in the hallway.
He didn't say anything as he moved to the side signaling with his head that I can.
I widened my eyes a bit and went in the room, Ghost closing the door behind us. His room was the same as mine. He just had lesser stuff than me.
"Make it quick." He passed by me so he can stand in front of me, a gesture that meant Don't go anywhere else.
"I heard you. You and Price." I wiped my hands at my sides not even daring to look him in the eyes.
"I know."
"What?" I whipped my head at him.
"You should really work on your sneaking skills." He deadpanned.
"Whatever. This isn't about that." I stared at the floor again.
"Then what."
"I just wanna ask you, nicely. To not tell anyone else. They shouldn't hear it from you." My heart was beating so fast. I didn't even understand why I was so nervous. The lack of air in the room was literally killing me.
"Wasn't planning to."
"Wait. Really?" I looked at him again.
"It's not any of my business."
"Oh well-"
"Why are you so nervous Scarlett?" He asked not letting me finish my previous sentence.
"I'm not." I huffed and looked at the wall behind him.
"Then look at me." I turned my gaze slowly back at him, biting the inside of my lip.
"Did you really think I would tell everyone what you really were?" Ghost got closer so that I was looking up at him.
"Of course I did- I mean, I don't know.."
He bent down in front of me so that we could be face to face.
"I don't wanna see you suffer yet."
"You're already making me suffer." I whispered, looking at him straight in the eyes with a straight face.
"Hm."
"Ghost, why did you let me inside your room?"
"Why're you asking me that?" He whispered, inching closer to me.
"'Cause you don't trust me."
"That's a good question."
"What If I came here to kill you?" I stepped closer to him, our faces only inches apart.
"You're funny if you think you can kill me."
"You don't know me."
"That's true."
I could feel his hot breath against my face even with the balaclava he was wearing.
"I hate you." I whispered.
"Say that again."
"I hate you, Ghost." I said with no hesitation.
"Good, you should." He straightened his posture. Leaving me to look at the wall behind him again.
"Are we done here?"
"It depends, are you gonna tell the others or no?"
"I already told you."
Looking at him again, I couldn't understand if he was serious or not. This time I chose to trust him, even if he's doing anything but trusting me.
"Fine then, good night Ghost."
I turned around to leave the room.
"See you later, sergeant."
Ghost said from behind me, I looked at him again and flipped him off as I closed the door.
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Anxiety.
An uncomfortable feeling of nervousness or worry about something that is happening or might happen in the future.
You can feel it even before anything is happening.
That churning feeling in your stomach, maybe it's excitement, or maybe just you being nervous about something.
But this time, it's anxiety.
It's the same when I was about to finish high school.
Or when I had my first kiss. Was it good? Was it bad? How could I know.
Or when I found out that I was pregnant at 18.
Nausea, panic attacks.
That sense of dread or fearing the worst. But I couldn't fear anymore worse than being pregnant and not knowing what I was gonna do with my life.
My parents kicking me out of the house, with no money or home.
I was thinking about killing myself even back then.
But then I thought that it was selfish.
Selfish of me wanting to end my life when my son's was about to begin.
Or the anxiety that I had when I found out my crazy drug addict ex boyfriend was trying to find me and kill me after I decided to break up with him.
It all comes back to me now.
Because it's the same fucking feeling.
I was dripping in sweat trying to calm myself down and the guy that was laying in front of me.
There was so much blood.
I hated it here.
The plan was simple as it was. Get inside the secret spanish drug base, and steal the usb with the files on it, or anything that could give us any information.
But it wasn't that easy. Of course it wasn't.
Nothing in life is that fucking easy right?
"Scarlett how're you holding up there"
Price said through the comms.
I was stationed in a tower where the base was, after they cleaned it up, if you know what I mean.
"A better question is how are you holding up?"
"Answer the question Scarlett."
"Oh it's just lovely up here Price." I answered with sarcasm as I was trying to patch up the man's bullet hole.
Luckily I didn't have many patients, since the only injured one's were either dead or with me now.
"Ghost, i'm behind ya'"
"Copy." I heard Soap and Ghost talk through the comms.
I couldn't help but wonder what was going on were they were now. But it was always better to be safe than sorry.
I took the time when I finished helping the other soldier to tie my hair when I suddenly heard shuffling close to the door that was behind me. The sound instantly setting me on alert.
"Price" I whispered through the comms.
"Yes."
"Where are you."
"What do you mean where I am I'm fighting for my life down here."
"Fuck." I heard voices now. That didn't belong to any of the one's I knew.
I slowly started to take the pistol out of my belt strap and as I was about to point it at the door it was kicked down.
"¡Ahí está ella!"
"Scarlett do you copy?!"
I heard both Price and the people that just barged in the room. I quickly moved to the other side of the wall when they shot the person that was sitting injured behind me.
I pointed my gun at the person that came in first and shot him in the head, the lessons from Alejandro really paying off.
"Price they found me" I quickly said before I shot the other person in his neck.
"Fuck, stay where you are I'm sending more backup."
I quickly got up the floor as my hand started to shake.
I just killed those people.
I haven't done that in so long. And even then I didn't like doing it.
"I don't think I'm safe here anymore" I answered Price.
I walked up to the now broken door, and as I went to the little hallway that led downstairs i looked out a window and saw more people running towards the tower I was in.
Know I knew definitely that I wasn't safe.
I held the gun with both of my hands near my head, moving down the stairs I got outside and squatted moving to the other side of the wall where they couldn't see me.
As I stood there I heard multiple voices going upstairs to the tower.
I'm so fucked.
"Scarlett, location?" It was Soap who said that now.
"I got out of the tower and now I'm standing near the fence behind a wall" I whispered "What the fuck do I do"
It was safe to say that that moment started my anxiety.
From the other side of the fence I heard someone cursing and a couple of shots firing. I looked closely and saw Soap running up to me.
Thank fucking god.
"Shh, follow me" Soap whispered as he got close to me, i followed his footsteps that led at the other side of the fence.
We moved along the base that was filled with corpses, my boots staining with blood and mud. Faint gun shots triggering my fight or flight as I always moved my head to the sound.
"You have to fight now you now that?" Soap said as we were behind some big crate that was near a door that I figured we were about to enter.
We squatted down and he took the radio that was attached to my vest.
"Here's a new one, since they probably found the station you were using with Price and heard your real name." He said while attaching a new one to the same spot.
"What now?" I asked him while loading the pistol that was in my hands.
"Now we gotta give ya' a new name" Soap said as he looked at me "You got a nick we could use?"
Red.
"Uh, I don't know." I answered while avoiding his gaze, pretending to look behind me.
"Hm. I guess I could just call ya Red because of your hair."
Shit. It was like he was reading my mind.
"Yeah I think that's a good idea." I fake smiled while we got up.
"Good, let's go" He said, moving to the door as I followed him.
We got inside, the disgusting stench instantly hitting my nose.
"Red's with me"
"Copy." I heard Price answer.
"We gotta meet up with Ghost, he's downstairs."
"What's going on in here?"
"I don't know for sure, but I think it's more than just drug dealers. God, it is howfin' in 'ere" Soap answered as we started walking down the stairs.
"Where are Alejandro and Rudy?"
"They're with Price, they're still trying to enter the security room."
As we neared the end of the stairs Ghost quickly shoved himself against the wall that was at the end of the stairs, gun shots passing me and Soap.
Soap pointed his rifle at the enemies and fired.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Ghost said clearly angered and annoyed I'm with Soap.
"She got ambushed that's what happened, now we're trying to escape outta here alive."
We started walking up the stairs now, Ghost slightly eyeing me up and down.
"Here's a knife" Soap held one in front of me.
"I already got two." I pulled the end of my sleeve of my sweater, a knife tucked under it, and moved to my pants, pulling at the ends i showed them another knife that was secure at the side of my leg.
"Nicely done. You came prepared."
"Always." We reached the top again as two shots were fired at us, one almost hitting me if Ghost didn't pull me by my hood and moved me to the side of the wall.
"There's no fucking time for chatting, move sergeant."
What a fucking prick.
I held the pistol again firing at a person and hitting them in their shoulder as I moved to hide behind a table that was already overturned.
I looked behind me to see 2, 4, 6, 8..-
12 men with guns, and counting.
"We're kind of outnumbered here aren't we" I said through the comms as I fired my gun at another person.
"We got the usb." I heard Price say finally.
"Copy. We'll need backup Captain"
"Behind ya'" I heard Gaz answer through the comms turning around, he squatted next to me loading up his rifle.
"You good Scarlett?" Gaz asked as he shot at another person.
"It's Red now, and I've been better."
"They got you a nick? Sick." A small smile appeared on my face reminding me of how I missed Gaz the most because he always knew how to lighten the mood even just for a little bit.
"I need bullets"
"Sorry Red, I don't have much ammo left" Gaz said as I shot at another person, the sound of the bullet ringing in my ear.
As I squatted back down behind the table I saw Ghost still standing near the stairs shooting at a few more people. He was quick with it. No hesitation whatsoever.
He quickly hid behind the wall once again to reload his rifle, when I saw a person sneaking up on his side ready to shoot him.
My mind was empty at that moment, and I did the dumbest thing you could imagine.
I got up the floor, sprinting towards the guy.
"Ghost!" I yelled as I threw the knife that was tucked under my sleeve, causing the person to shoot me in my right hip as he got stabbed in the chest by my knife.
I gasped when Ghost pulled me by my arm and threw me behind the wall were he was before.
"What the hell just happened?" I heard Gaz ask through the comms.
"I just saved Ghost's ass that's what happened." I said as I sucked in my breath, the pain from the bullet starting to kick in.
"All Bravo's exit through the other side of the building now." Price ordered through the comms.
I got up wheezing at the sharp pain, running was a huge mistake but I had to act fast.
Quickly following Gaz while Soap and Ghost covered us, we opened a big metal door that was located in a hallway far from the room that we just started a war in.
Outside was a helicopter where Alejandro held up his hand for me to get in, the climbing just making it worse for me.
"Hermanos, you made it!" Rudy yelled as his voice was hard to hear from the helicopter.
I squatted down as I felt light headed, my vision starting to get foggy for a bit. I touched my right side only to see my hand soaked in blood from the bullet hole.
"Hey Price…" I leaned my head as everyone turned their gazes at me.
"I forgot my med kit." I said with a huff while showing my bloody hand.
Price went up to me instantly, inspecting the bullet hole.
"Bloody hell Scarlett…" I almost didn't hear when he said that as my eyes started to drop on their own.
"Hey, eyes on me." Price ordered as he lowered me on the ground, taking my vest off and pulling up the sweater that I had on.
He said a bunch of things later, probably how stupid or careless I was, but I didn't have the strength to listen to it all. I heard him also ask me how did it even happen, and I could only smile as my eyes finally slammed shut, the last thing I could hear was Ghost mumble something to Price.
"…saved me."
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It was hard to open my eyes, they felt like they were glued down. And even when I opened them I was met with just a plain white ceiling above me. Turning my head to the left, I saw a window showing that it was night out, but there was still a light on in the room.
Sighing, I got up carefully wincing at the pain that I forgot I had for a second. I pulled my shirt up seeing gauze and bandages wrapped around my injured side.
"Don't touch that." A quiet, yet gruff voice was heard next to me. Seeing Price sitting in a chair right next to my bed he opened his eyes to look at me.
"How long was I out?" My voice coming out raspy and dry from the sleep.
"About five hours. Surprised me to be honest."
"You know I can't sleep even for an hour, so I'll take what I can." I said with a small smile on my face.
"Even a bullet?"
I got quiet, avoiding his gaze. It was like 'stupid' was written on my forehead.
"Sorry for that."
"No. You're not sorry, I know that for a fact because If you were sorry you wouldn't have done that" Price's voice was still quiet, but it got stern by every second.
"Can we not do this right now?" I asked him while turning my gaze back at him, showing a tired expression.
"You did a stupid thing Scarlett, I don't want you doing that again."
"We all make mistakes Price. And I know for a fact if I didn't do what I had to, Ghost would be sitting here instead of me. Hell, he even might've died."
Silence.
"Tell me you're more glad I'm sitting here instead of him." I whispered as I moved my head to stare at the wall in front of me.
"Scarlett why the hell would you say that?" Price said from behind me as he moved a bit in his chair.
"Why would you tell him I was serving in the military."
The silence that filled the room made me hear slight buzzing in my ear from all of the action of today. Price sighed as he got up, standing now he came into my view while he rested his arm on my shoulder.
"It's time they should now."
I furrowed my eyebrows while I looked up at him.
"No it's not. It won't ever be the time Price because I don't want to talk about that. Do you know how fucked up it is for you to tell someone something that I trusted you with?!" My voice got louder by each sentence, finally the topic of the conversation triggering me.
Price just looked at me, clearly knowing he fucked up.
"I'm sorry."
"… No you're not, because if you were really sorry you wouldn't have done that. Right?" I repeated the same words he said to me minutes ago.
"Just leave please." Price turned around and walked up to the door.
"I really am." He said finally as he exited the room. Leaving me to cry out from the unbearable pain from my injury that I was holding in the whole time he was inside the room.
I couldn't show weakness, not any more.
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Also feeling goofy tonight so here's a lil sneak peek for the next chapter because this one is gonna take a bit longer to write😩
Chapter 5 is here if y'all haven't read it🍒
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I'm starting to write chapter 6 now and does anyone have any tips on how to write a good cod mission? I already have a plan on how it's supposed to go but I'm a lil nervous on how it'll come out because I never wrote something like that :')
xoxo cherry
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Memories.
OC x Simon Ghost Riley
Warnings: swearing, guns.
“Que te tiene de mal humor mi amor?”
“I don’t want you to leave Felix, It’s not the same without you”
“I know but I will come back soon, I’m gonna miss you though”
“Me too, te extrañaré mucho”
“I love it when you speak Spanish” he smirked while putting his arms around my waist.
“Really?” I giggled at his sudden touch “I think it’s pretty bad”
“There is no other woman in the world that makes the language more loveable than you amor”
My smile grew wide, hugging him tightly and already feeling more sad about the fact that he will be leaving soon and I won’t see him for a long time. He did love me and care for me truly but I always wondered if he loved his job more.
“Felix?”
“Scarlett?”
“After your trip.. will you tell me what your work actually is?” I asked him hoping for a positive answer.
He broke the hug and looked down at me, a stern look on his face.
“You know that what I’m doing is all to protect you, one time you will know. But not this time. It’s too dangerous.”
“If my boyfriend is involved into something dangerous I have to know Felix”
Felix turned around and sighed grabbing the railing of the terrace we were on, a beautiful view of San Miguel de Allende, my favorite city in front of us that I wasn’t even looking at because I was only focused on what my boyfriend will say.
“We’ve talked about this Scarlett, I can’t keep fighting about the same things with you anymore”
“But we don’t have to fight, all I’m asking from you is that you tell me the truth” I said as calmly as possible, furrowing my eyebrows I stayed in the same place he left me his touch still lingering on my body.
“And all I’m asking from you is that you let me finish this job in peace, and then everything will be fine. We can go anywhere you want and do everything you want to do. I promise mi amor” He got his hands off the railing and know had my full attention.
“But those things don’t matter to me Felix, I just wanna be with you.” I felt the tears prickling my eyes “I want you to stay here, with me forever.” Watching his reaction closely, praying that he will consider my request.
“I can’t do that” he said looking down
“Of course you can’t” I hugged myself and turned my back from him.
“Maybe this was all a mistake” I couldn’t stop myself from saying that, the words spilling from my mouth and breaking both of our hearts.
“What are you saying Scarlett?” I heard Felix say from behind me his voice filled with confusion.
“I think we shouldn’t see each other anymore” The tears fell down on their own, I loved him so much that it physically hurt to say that. But I couldn’t live in a lie anymore.
“Be careful what you say to me Scarlett because it will have consequences.”
I turned around looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.
“Are you… threatening me Felix?”
“It’s not a threat mi amor, it’s a promise.”
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I jolted awake from Soap’s shoulder, the faint sound of the airplane that we were in reminding me why I fell asleep in the first place.
“You good doc?” Soap asked next to me. It’s safe to say we had grown a little bit closer since that night on the rooftop. He checked on me regularly and always gave me company.
“I brought you food.”
“Put it on the desk Soap, thanks”
“No, I’m not leaving until you eat it” he said closing the door behind him and sitting on the armchair in front of me.
“Soap I’m gonna eat it”
“That’s great, go on then” he pushed the plate a little closer to me.
I sighed and moved my work essentials in the drawer, taking the plate in my hands I ate the burrito he gave me.
“Wait, this is so good” I said through bites
“Thank you, made it myself. I’m quite the cook ya’ know”
“I didn’t, now I’ll annoy you even more into making me lunch”
“Gladly.”
“Yeah I’m fine, just.. a bad dream” I sighed rubbing my eyes. The nightmares and memories have gotten worse since that meeting with Price.
“We’re going to Mexico.” Price said, my eyes widening a bit and the temperature in the room getting colder.
“And why do I have to partake in this trip?” I asked him, my heart beat going faster and my voice trying to sound as calm as possible.
“We’ll need you there Scarlett, the mission is about capturing an anonymous drug lord. General Shepherd gave us all the information we need to know. And we will be meeting with another special force there, Los Vaqueros.”
I crossed my hands biting the inside of my lip. And I couldn’t help but feel Ghost’s stare on me so I looked at him. We stared at each other like that for about 10 seconds before I turned my gaze back at Price. Already regretting to even coming to this meeting.
I was nervous. Really nervous. Because I wanted to believe he was dead. Gone. But now that belief was off. Nonetheless, the life in Mexico is the life that I abandoned long ago. The same time I abandoned him. So I wasn’t ready to come back.
“We’re here” Price said. The feeling of the airplane landing made me stand up and grab my stuff.
“Alejandro! Good to see you hermano.” Soap yelled while jogging a bit to the man that was coming up to us. He shaked Soap’s and Ghost’s hand while I stood behind Price.
“Alejandro, this is Scarlett Hart. She’s our private physician and our field medic. She’s gonna provide us with medical care while we’re on missions.”
Missions? What the hell? Price didn’t even say anything about me going to any of their missions.
“Nice to meet you Scarlett, my name is Alejandro and this is my second in command Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra” He pointed to the person next to him.
“Hermosa..” Rudy muttered to himself.
“Vaya, gracias” I said while shaking their hands.
“You know Spanish?” Alejandro asked a bit surprised and Rudy clearly embarrassed.
“Si, it’s not that hard of a language” I said with a smile.
“Welcome to Las Almas” Alejandro said with a smirk turning around and everyone following his lead, I went back a bit so I could walk next to Price.
“I’m going on the mission?” I whispered yelled to him not paying attention on what the others talked about.
“I knew you would react like that” Price said with a sigh “I’ll explain when the time is right, but I think it’s very important that you be with us on this mission”
I stopped in my tracks to look at him “Price, what are you saying?”
“I think it may be involved with him.” I stared at him with wide eyes.
“Why. He’s dead Price.”
“We never found that body.”
“And you never found my son’s and yet you still declared him KIA.” I said a bit raising my voice.
Price stared at me with a normal face and pointed with his eyes to the right. I turned my head and saw all of the guys stop looking at us confused.
“Is everything alright?” Alejandro yelled at us, I turned and continued following them all wanting to forget the conversation I had with Price. Noticing the stare I had on me from Ghost.
Now this made me even more nervous than before.
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The mission was supposed to be tomorrow. So I had a day to mentally prepare myself what I was about to be roped into. I didn’t even know If I could hold a gun anymore. It’s been so fucking long… So I thought what better way to relieve my stress then to use the shooting range they had here.
Dammit.
Cursing again and missing the target for the 10th time made me lower the gun in my hand.
“You’ve done this before.” A raspy voice was heard from behind me.
Alejandro.
“Something like that” I turned around and loaded the gun in my hands.
“You’re way off. Something is troubling you I can see it. Try to think of the target as someone you really wanna kill.” He came up next to me pointing at the target.
I looked at him then back at the target, thinking about what he said.
“You son of a bitch.”
I said with tears in my eyes, my hands shaky while I held the gun in front of him.
“You did this to yourself amor.” He said while holding my crying son closely to him.
“Give him back to me Felix, I swear I’ll do anything you want” I said desperately not taking my eyes off of him.
“Join me then. If you just agreed to it from the start we wouldn’t be in a situation like this.”
“He’s my son! I gave birth to him, I have the right to have him.” I yelled now clicking the safety lock on my gun.
“Oh you do mi amor. But not this way. You broke my heart and now I’m breaking yours it’s how the world works” He yelled back while slowly climbing up in the helicopter.
“NO!”
Bang.
Headshot.
I lowered the gun my eyes widening.
“There you go. I knew that would work. Keep it up like that. You ever held a rifle?”
“..I have.” I said sounding a bit unsure. I thought to myself how I shouldn’t really be talking about this. But something inside of me trusted Alejandro enough for me to talk about it.
He turned around and left the room only to come back a few minutes later with a rifle in his hands. The rifle looking oddly familiar.
“This is the Barrett M82, the most famous rifles out there.”
“Those are the ones used by snipers.”
“That’s right, how did you know that?”
He looked at me while handing me the rifle.
“Common knowledge.”
He hummed and stayed next to me.
“Try now”
I took the shot again immediately at the head. Surprising myself a bit how I still knew how to use a rifle but not a simple gun.
“That was better. I knew you were a sniper.”
“What?” I turned to him acting dumb as if I didn’t just hear what he said.
“You were once a sniper, was I wrong?”
“I shouldn’t be talking about that.” I said turning my gaze at the ground.
“Something holding you back?”
“The past.”
“I know that feeling. Trying to forget something so bad but the past always following you, reminding you of the things you’ve done or experienced. It was the worst.” He said as he looked ahead of him.
“Does it ever mentally hurt you..? Of all the things you’ve done, like killed people or witnessed someone you cared for being killed.” I asked him both of our voices getting quieter at the sudden change of topic.
“…Yes. It has.” Alejandro looked at me again, the kind of look I knew someone gave me when they were pitying me.
“Sorry I shouldn’t have asked that.” I said handing him the rifle back while leaving the room.
“It’s alright. Don’t be scared to open up to people. It’s what heals us after and makes you feel a little bit more better when you do it.” Alejandro called out not looking back at me.
“Thanks, Alejandro” I stopped at the doorway to look at him again. “Good night.”
.
I started walking back to the base the cool air hitting my face my mind going straight to my bed. I felt so scared here. Everyone around me was so nice and respectful but it’s just the fact that the sudden change of the place we were in made me a bit anxious. I wanted to go back, I really did. I didn’t even know how the place I was living in now made me feel so homesick.
“Am I right?” I heard that famous British gruff voice sound close to me. I peeked a bit seeing Price and Ghost in front of the entrance of the indoor sleeping quarters. Stopping in my tracks, I knew it was bad but I wanted to hear what they were talking about.
“I shouldn’t be the one telling you that Ghost.” Price said next to him puffing from the cigar he was smoking.
“But you know she wouldn’t tell me that either.”
“Why not, are you in a fight again?”
“Don’t change the subject.”
Price huffed and took another puff of his cigarette.
“Yes. You were right Ghost.”
Right about what? I peeked more now fully seeing Price and Ghost standing there smoking.
“Scarlett is a retired soldier.”
What.
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Aaah!! I love this so much😭😭
Wooden Birds (John Price X Fem!Reader)
Summary ~ You and Price are captured.
Disclaimer ~ I do not own Modern Warfare or any of its characters.
Word Count ~ 4.6k
Warnings ~ COD violence, torture (waterboarding), blood, angst, WHUMP, happy ending
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A/n ~ Let's all take a moment to appreciate young Price.
••••••
Missions went wrong all the time. People got hurt, people got killed, and sometimes people were taken prisoner.
It wasn't uncommon for a soldier to be labeled as killed in action or as a prisoner of war.
Whenever you went into a mission you hope for the best outcome, but you also have to be prepared for the worst outcome. No matter how prepared you were you could never really be ready when things went wrong.
The mission was simple; you were paired up with a man you had only met a few times in passing, lieutenant John Price, and you were both dropped off in the middle of nowhere with no comms and no backup. You would be hiking to a Russian science facility that was a little over twenty clicks from your drop point. You were being sent in to take out a scientist who was working with General Barkov to create a chemical weapon, you were going to be waiting next to the facility until nightfall before moving forward with your plan. After that, all you needed to do was get to the extraction point on time and you would be picked up.
Simple in and out.
It didn't go that way though.
You were following behind Price as he led you through the dense forest in the direction of the facility, you were only a few clicks out and you were exhausted already.
“How you doing back there?” Price glanced back at you over his shoulder, his blue eyes catching the light that filtered through the leaves above you.
You held up a thumb, “I never was much for hiking Price.” You let out a breathy laugh and stepped over a branch.
“Not too much farther than we can set up rest for a bit.”
You stared ahead at the back of his head, following the patterns on the black beanie he wore with your eyes.
“It always feels wrong being in the field without comms.” You moved your hand up to grip the strap of your vest and let your arm hang in front of your chest, “It's like we’re just cut off.”
“Because we are cut off, we’re on our own out here.” Price slowed his pace to fall into step at your side, “Comms would put us at risk.”
You nodded, “let’s just make sure we get to the extraction point on time.” You looked over at him and gave him an unsure smile.
The forest around you was oddly peaceful as you tracked through it, the serene sounds of birds and the wind through the trees almost taking your mind off of your isolation. The sounds of your boots crunching against the forest floor were the only foreign sound that could be heard, they sounded so out of place amidst the natural sounds around you.
Your mission was wholly reliant on timing, you had to get to the facility by a certain time, take out the target by a certain time, and get to the extraction point by a certain time. If anything was off by even a little bit, you risked missing your evac altogether, you were across foreign borders and were putting a lot at risk by even being there so the helicopter could only stay at the meeting point for so long.
You found yourself checking your watch every few minutes to make sure you were still on schedule, Price noticed this after about the fifth time you glanced down at your wrist.
“Why’d you join up?” He asked out of the blue, you would later figure out that he was trying to keep your mind off of the clock and get you to think about something else.
You looked over at him and furrowed your brows, “Uh my dad, he was in the army and so was my brother,” You explained, “At first it was just to prove I could, then I realized I was actually good at it.” You looked down and smirked at the memory.
“Spite is always a good motivator.” He turned his eyes ahead, “From everything I know about you I’d say you were made for this.”
“Thanks.”
“This life ain't for a lot of people.” He stepped up onto a fallen log and held a hand out to help you up, “Some people were just made for this.”
You jumped down off the log and stopped, “You ever think you'd do anything else?”
He paused for a moment before speaking, “Not sure I'm good at much else.”
“Guess we should stick to what we’re good at huh?” You offered him a wary smile which he returned.
The corners of his eyes crinkled up as he smiled, “Come on, we don't have much farther to go.”
•••
Your eyes drooped as you sat with your back against a tree and your rifle resting across your lap. The sun was slowly beginning to set as both you and Price sat in the treeline just outside the facility out of view of any guards or patrols.
The forest around was steadily growing darker the longer you sat there as the clock clicked closer to time for you to move forward with your plan.
Next to you Price was sitting against a tree with his knife in hand and a small piece of wood he had picked up on the way there, his focus was on the small piece of wood as he slowly worked on carving away at it. You watched him intently as the solemn silence settled between you both, the weight of the mission you were on slowly pressing down on your chests.
You were in enemy territory and if you were caught there would be no one coming to save you.
“What are you making?” You broke the comfortable silence with your quiet voice.
He paused his whittling and held the bare piece of wood up, “Not sure yet.” He leaned over and held the wood in his hand for you to take.
You grabbed the wood and pulled it into your lap, your eyes scanning over the knife marks against its surface, “It kinda looks like a bird.” You pointed to the bits of wood that stuck out to the side like wings, “See the wings?” You held it up for him to see.
“Yeah, I can see it.”
You handed the wood back over to him and watched him carefully tuck it into one of his pockets, “I’ll have to work on it later, we need to get going.”
Price grunted under his breath as he stood and walked over to you, his hand reaching down to pull you up. You wrapped your hand around his and he easily pulled you up to stand in front of him.
“You ready?”
You sighed, “As I’ll ever be.”
The dark clothing you both wore blended seamlessly with the dark forest behind you, the sky now completely dark and shrouding you further from view.
Price’s rifle was in his hands as you walked behind him, the two of you heading for the ridge where you would be able to see into the facility and find your target.
Up until now, everything had been going according to plan, you were ahead of schedule and you hadn't run into any issues on the way there. Unfortunately, change is inevitable.
Inside the walls of the facility, a loud alarm sounded, the piercing sound of the siren making both you and Price stop in your tracks. You both froze and looked over at the walls which were now lit up with spotlights searching along the outside, along the treeline where you were.
“What the hell?” You tightened your grip on your gun, “They know we’re here?” Your eyes were wide.
Price’s eyes moved along the wall and you saw his back tense before he spoke, “They know we’re here.” He pushed you forward by your arm, “Move.”
Soon you were sprinting through the forest with a large group of Russian soldiers chasing behind you, the feral barking of their dogs echoing off the trees around you.
“Price! What's the plan?” You asked between heaving breaths as you stayed hot on his tail.
“The plan just went out the bloody window!” He hissed, “Barkov knows we are here.”
The sound of the dogs behind you grew closer, “We can't outrun them, we have to fight.”
Price stopped running and ducked behind a tree while motioning for you to follow his lead, “Use your thermal scope, it's too dark to see them without it.” He pressed his back against the tree and looked over at you.
Your breathing slowed as your instincts took over, your hands moving over your weapon like it was second nature to you because it was.
Inhaling a slow even breath you tilted your head back against the hard bark of the tree and listened to the approaching sounds of the soldiers coming for you, the odds were against you now and there was a slim chance that either of you would make it out alive.
As soon as one of the soldiers ran past the tree you were behind you fired at them, dropping two with shots to the back of their heads. The second your gun fired Price jumped into action and knifed a man in the neck before turning and firing on the group who was now well aware of your presence.
You barely had time to react as one of the dogs jumped on you and clamped its jaws down on your arm, a loud cry leaving your lips as you fought to get the animal off of you. You pushed your body up and shoved your knees under the dog's ribcage before pushing up as hard as you could, successfully ripping its jaw from your arm (along with a large chunk of your skin) and flinging it off of you.
A man shouted a command at the dog in Russian causing the dog to sink back on its legs and bare its teeth to you
Your arm was bleeding heavily as you panted and stared at the dog, out of the corner of your eye you saw Price on the ground with his arms pinned behind his back by one of the soldiers.
“If you want your friend to live,” The man standing over Price pulled his gun out and pressed it to the back of his head, “Stand down.”
You locked eyes with Price and saw him shake his head, “Y/n…”
Your hand was slowly moving to one of the knives at your side while you stared at Price.
“Hands up! Now!” The man behind you yelled.
A gun connected with the back of your knee causing your leg to buckle and you to drop down onto your knees, a hand instantly moving to grab you by your hair and pull your head up to look at him.
Roman Barkov.
His grip on your hair tightened and you heard Price yell, followed by a dull thud and then silence, “It was a valiant effort little one,” His accent was thick as he all but spat the words down at you, “But a failed one.”
Barkov spoke to one of his men.
You growled and tried to pull yourself out of his grip, there was no escaping now.
The butt of a gun was smashed into the side of your head and everything went black.
•••
You awoke in a cold, dark room to the feeling of your skull splitting open. A low groan left your mouth as you rolled over onto your back and relished in the pain that had taken over your mind.
Blinking slowly you peeled your eyes open and stared up at the brick ceiling, the single lightbulb hanging above you was the only light filling the room.
“Welcome back to the land of the living lieutenant.” The voice beside you caused you to flinch and snap your eyes toward it.
Price was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, his gaze on you as he watched your movements carefully.
“Price.” You said mostly to yourself as you tensed your abdomen and sat up slowly, your head beginning to spin as soon as you were upright.
You squeezed your eyes shut as Price moved forward and put a hand on your back, “Easy, just take it easy.” He spoke quietly while holding your shoulders up so you didn't fall back over.
“Where are we?” You asked while reaching up to rub your head, your fingers connecting with a sticky liquid, blood.
Price grabbed your hand and pulled it away from your head, “Not sure, I woke up in here ‘bout an hour ago.”
“Gotta give it to that guy, he's got a good swinging arm.” You winced while flexing your hand.
You noticed the cloth wrapped around your forearm where the dog had bitten you, the cloth was tied tight around the wound to contain the now-dried blood.
You looked over at Price and noticed his bloody shoulder, “You're bleeding.” you pointed out.
Price shrugged and moved back to sit against the wall, “Took a bullet to the shoulder.” He shrugged.
You slid across the floor to sit beside him, your eyes falling on the cell door on the other side of the room, “Anyone come in here?”
“Not a soul.”
You doubted it would stay like that for long.
Resting your bloody arm across your lap you carefully pulled the cloth away to get a better look at the wound. You were glad your stomach was empty because the sight of your arm with a large chunk of flesh missing from it was enough to make you queasy.
“Not sure you wanna be lookin’ at that.” Price looked over at you.
“They're gonna kill us Price.” You muttered while covering the wound back up.
He breathed out slowly, “John, call me John.”
“John.” You leaned back against the wall and closed your eyes.
“They won't kill us right away, they'll try and get info from us first,” John explained to you, his tone low.
You nodded, “Probably try and use us against each other.”
He hummed before his body tensed up upon hearing footsteps in the hall.
General Barkov stepped in front of the cell door and scowled at you both, “On your feet.” He barked.
John moved to stand and gripped your arm to pull you up with him, “Just stay quiet, let me do the talking.” He whispered while acting like you needed more help to stand than you did.
“Either of you tries anything and I’ll make sure you regret it.” four men flanked Barkov as he entered the cell, two of them aiming their guns at you and Price.
Barkov muttered something to his men in Russian before two of them moved to grab you and the other two moved to grab Price, their guns remaining on you the entire time.
As much as you wanted to fight back you knew you couldn't, both of you were injured and neither of you had weapons, they would kill you. So, you let yourself be restrained by the two men and didn't fight the cuffs that locked your arms behind your back.
You locked eyes with John while they also restrained him, his eyes cold as he stared back at you.
“I suggest you cooperate, it will be less painful for you both.” Barkov stared down his nose at you.
You remained silent as both you and Price were led out of the cell and down the hall, your arm stung each time the man pushing you forward would tighten his grip on it. The pained expression on your face only seemed to make him do it more, just so he could laugh at you.
The two of you were marched into another room that had a metal chair sitting at either end of the room, and a table with various objects spread out on top of it pressed up against the wall.
Your eyes frantically scanned around the room as you were led to the far side of the room and pushed down onto the chair. You focused on controlling your breathing as you were tied to the chair with rope, your mind working over all of the various torture methods that could be used with what was on that table.
Across the room, the same thing was happening to Price. If looks could kill, every single man in the room would have dropped dead on the spot as Price stared daggers at them.
“Here is how this will go, you tell me what I want to know and I won't hurt you.” Barkov stepped in front of Price and crossed his arms behind his back, “You don't tell me, and I hurt her.” He pointed at you.
As if his point was some sort of queue, one of the men grabbed your chin and pulled it up. The man who wasn't holding your face placed a cloth over your nose and mouth and you immediately knew what was about to happen.
You began inhaling deeper breaths as you listened to Barkov ask Price questions, none of which he answered. Words were shouted in Russian seconds before the men started pouring water over the cloth.
You sucked in a breath before the liquid hit the cloth and your sinuses were flooded with water. Your face was burning as the man above you held the hose over your face making sure to keep the constant flow of water hitting your nose and mouth.
You held your breath for as long as you could before the burning in your chest became too intense and you had to suck in a breath only to get a mouth full of water and start gagging against the cloth.
All you could feel was your body rejecting the water that was being forced into your lungs as your mind went into panic mode because of the lack of oxygen in your body. You struggled against the cuffs on your wrists and began pulling at them as hard as you could in a desperate attempt to free yourself but all it did was push the metal of the cuffs into your skin
“Enough!” You could barely hear Barkov yell over the roaring in your own head.
As soon as the cloth was pulled from your face you inhaled as much air as you could and started coughing uncontrollably. The sound of punches landing across the room could be heard as your head hung limply against the back of the chair, your chest heaving as you tried to control your breathing.
“Let's try this again shall we?” Barkov laughed when you met his gaze, Price’s blood dripping from his fist.
•••
Three weeks.
Three weeks of daily torture from Barkov.
Three weeks of neither you nor Price breaking and giving him any information.
You had lost hope of anyone coming to save you a long time ago, you had accepted this as your new reality.
Barkov didn't always put you and John in the same cell, sometimes after he was finished with his questions for the day he would leave you in the room tied to the chair and take John back to the cell. He’d leave you there all day and all night until he brought John back in to try again, at this point you were sure he realized he wasn't going to get anything out of either of you so you didn't know why he wouldn't just kill you.
Your arm had gotten infected, the bite was now oozing puss and the skin around it was red and angry. Your entire body was feeling the effects of the infection, your skin was warm and your body was weak, the lack of food and water wasn't helping with that fact.
Today had been different than the other days. You had managed to work out a sort of routine for each day, it was the only way you were able to roughly keep track of the days.
Instead of bringing Price back into the room where you were tied to the chair he had two of his men take you back to the cell where Price was.
You were pushed inside and the door was slammed shut behind you, the sickening sound of the door being locked echoing around the room before Price rushed forward to help you up.
You didn't have the strength or the energy to pull yourself up so you relied wholly on Price to lift you, his hands gripped under your arms and pulled you back away from the door where he gently propped you up against the wall.
“You still with me Y/n?” He asked in a hushed voice, his voice that was hoarse from screaming the day before.
You nodded and lifted your head to look at him, his clean-shaven face was long gone and he now had an unruly beard. His eyes were tired and the bags under them were much darker than you ever remembered them being.
“Why’d he bring me back here?” You mumbled, your throat scratchy and painful as you spoke.
Price shook his head and sat at your side, his face twisting in pain as he moved his shoulder, “Don't know, heard the guards saying something about a breach.” He shook his head while examining your arm.
He never let you look at your arm, that's how you knew it was bad, “A breach?” You raised a brow.
“Not sure what kind.”
You didn't miss the way his gaze hardened as he looked down at your injured arm, “How bad is it John?”
His blue eyes flicker up to yours, “It’s not good.” he sat back against the wall.
“You got any family?” You leaned over and rested your head against his shoulder.
“I do.” He shifted slightly to give you a better angle against his arm, “I have a dog too.”
“What’s its name?”
“Bear, he's a big mutt, stays with my neighbor when I'm gone.”
You closed your eyes, “I bet he misses you.”
The faint sound of an explosion came from somewhere in the building.
“You hear that?” Price nudged you off of his shoulder, “Sounded close.”
You sat up straight and stared at the cell door, “They blowing up their own building?”
Another explosion was followed by the sound of gunfire and yelling, all of it sounding closer than it previously had.
“I don't think that's the Russians.” Price shook his head and stood, a grunt sounding as he moved.
You frowned as you watched him move toward the door, your body shivering slightly as you pulled your legs up.
More and more shouting came from the hall and continued to get closer until a woman appeared on the other side of the barred door with a rifle in her hand and a tense smile.
“Lieutenant Price,” She greeted him with a nod while a man and woman came up beside her and began placing something on the door.
“Farah.” Price's shoulder instantly relaxed upon seeing the woman, “I was beginning to think we had been forgotten here.”
The woman, Farah looked past him at you (a sight you were sure was a sorry one) “You must be lieutenant Y/l/n, my name is Farah.”
You nodded, “Friend of Price I assume?”
“Indeed, and I'm here to get you both out of here.” She looked back at Price, “You may want to stand back.”
Price moved back over to you and knelt in front of you, his body blocking yours as a small explosion went off at the door, blowing it off of its hinges.
“Let's get outta here, yeah?”
You reached your hand up and grabbed his arm letting him haul you up to your feet, “I like that plan.”
A few more of Farah’s men moved into the room and one of the men moved to take your weight from Price. You saw the way Price hesitated before he let the man grab you, his eyes staying on you even after you were no longer being held by him.
“Keep her safe.” Price’s stare fell on the man holding you upright, he nodded quickly.
Price stayed close to your side until you were out of the building and loaded up into the back of a truck with Farah’s soldiers, even then he stayed close enough to rest his boot against yours.
•••
You winced quietly as the nurse adjusted your IV, the tape over your hand pinching your skin enough to make you whine.
“Sorry,” She quickly apologized while pulling the tape off and placing a new strip across the IV, “That should be better.” She stepped back.
You held your hand up and flexed it slowly, “Thanks.” You gave her a small smile.
“After all you've been through, a little tape is what you complain about?” Price spoke from where he had been watching from the doorway, his arm hanging in a sling and his hand closed around an IV pole.
You raised a brow at him, “Who let you outta bed?” You leaned back against the pillows and watched him walk into the room.
“No one.” He shrugged and sat down in the chair next to your bed.
“You keeping the beard?” You stared at his face, the beard had been tamed just a bit since the last time you saw him, “It looks good, suits you.”
“I might, haven't decided yet.” He scratched the side of his face before his eyes settled on you, “How’re you doing?” He leaned back in the chair and pulled his IV pole beside it.
You shrugged, “I'm on more medications than I can count right now, so can't really tell if anything hurts.” You sighed.
Price frowned, “That's not what I meant.”
You stayed silent, your gaze falling on the bandage on your arm.
“You sleepin’?”
You shook your head.
Price stood and pulled his IV pole over to your bed with him, “Scoot.” He gestured with his hand for you to move over.
You furrowed your brows, “What?”
“Scoot.” He pushed his free hand against your side.
You finally gave in and moved as far over in the bed as you could until your hip was pressed against the plastic railing of the bed.
Price climbed up beside you and lifted his good arm to move around your head, his arm resting on your shoulder and pulling you into his side.
“What are you doing Price?” You whispered.
“Helping you get some sleep, I need it too.” He shifted his weight slightly so he was laying against the pillows, “What did I say about calling me Price, I think we’ve been through enough together to be on a first-name basis.”
“Fine.” You grumbled but melted into his side nonetheless, “Thank you, John.”
“I almost forgot.” He pulled his arm off of your shoulder and moved to grab something from the pocket of his sweatpants, “Look what Farah found.” He handed you the small bit of wood that he had been carving before your mission went to crap, “She found my gear on her way in and took it, found that in the pocket.”
You took the piece of wood in your hand and stared down at it. It still looked like a rough version of a bird, only now it was missing a wing.
“Little bird made it out.” You smiled as John pulled you back into his side.
“So did we.”
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