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I was gifted a small fanfic of my Call of Duty OC Virus from @hihhasotherfixations 🥹🧡 This was insane to be gifted as I never thought I would get to see Virus in writing! Please support them & have a read!

Stalking through the hallways, Ghost kept his night vision up, sticking to the walls as Snow Owl walked behind him.

Reaching a door, Ghost crouched down, pulling a spiderbot from one of his packs before placing it on the floor. Glancing down at the accompanying screen mounted on his wrist, he clicked a button to notify Virus it was active. A second later, he watched as the bot stood up on its legs, crawling under the crack of the door, his watch-screen displaying what the camera saw.

It seemed empty and Ghost briefly turned on heat vision, scanning for any bodies before deciding none are inside.

A second later, he got confirmation. “All clear, Ghost.”

Motioning Snow Owl with his head, the sergeant stepped up while Ghost grabbed the handle, throwing the door open a second later as Snow Owl rushed in, scanning the room.

“Clear.”

Hearing her quiet statement, Ghost followed inside, closing the door behind him as he then looked around.

The server room. Perfect.

Stepping up to one of the towers, he plugged Virus’ USB in, getting on the comms a moment later.

“Virus, it’s in.” He muttered.

“Already seeing it, Ghost. Thank you for the head’s up though.”

Huffing softly, Ghost just glanced out the window, trying to see if he could see Price’s signal.

Ghost and Snow Owl had been sent in first to covertly get Virus access to the facility, the rest waiting as overhead security until it was safe to move in as a full team.

After a moment, his night vision picked up on a figure in the distance, waving a signal.

They were moving in.

“Let’s move.” Ghost grunted to Snow Owl, pulling his rifle back up as he stepped over to the door. “Virus?”

“Working on it, Ghost.” Came her reply. The spider bot then crawled out of the room. “Hallway is still clear.”

That was all he wanted to hear, opening the door again, he stepped out, looking around.

“Captain, the cameras are disabled. You all are free to enter.”

“You got full control?” Came Hawkeye’s question, Virus confirming.

Sifting back through the corridors, Ghost had pocketed the spider bot while Snow Owl took the lead.

“Lights are out.” She reported quietly, seeing the courtyard enveloped in darkness where it had been lit up on their entry.

Ghost glanced over and nodded. “Well done Virus.” He hummed to himself before the two made their way to the staircase leading to the upper floor.

“We’re entering now.” Came Price’s voice and Ghost reached for his comms.

“We’re at the stairwell, heading up to the roof now.” To his right, Snow Owl pulled her rifle a little higher up her shoulder, clearly ready to get in position overhead the courtyard.

“Copy, report back when you’re there.”

“Yes, sir.” With that, Ghost dropped his hand back down to his weapon, taking point up the stairs.

For several minutes, there was no noise apart from their footsteps and the vague sounds of people outside in the courtyard.

Taking another step up the stairs, the lights suddenly flickered twice, briefly blinding Ghost thanks to his night vision before it went back out.

“What?” He heard Snow Owl quietly say from behind, going to reach for his comms before Hawkeye already came through.

“Virus, we got a moving camera here. Why is it not off?”

Turning to each other, Ghost and Snow Owl shared a glance.

“I’m losing my signal. I-I don’t know why. It’s not that their programs are fighting back. It’s just… glitching.”

“What do you mean ‘glitching’?” Price questioned right as Ghost and Snow Owl reached the top floor.

As they did, every light suddenly blinked on and the both of them grunted, flinching back as they scrambled to push their night vision up.

“Visual on the intruders!”

With barely a second, gunshots rang out and Ghost jumped back into the stairwell, Snow Owl right behind him.

“We have contact!” He yelled into the comms.

“Virus, everything switched back on, what’s going on?!”

“The USB coding failed!”

“Can you get control back?”

“I don’t think so! I’m trying but-“

The chatter in the comms fell away as Ghost opened fire on the enemy, the gunshots too loud to be able to keep following the conversation. Urging the sergeant to run down the stairs, he gunned down the last man before rushing down the stairs after her.

“The base is alerted, fall back to the wall outside! Ghost, what’s the status of you and Snow Owl?!” Price ordered.

“We’re coming back down to the base floor! No current threats!”

Rushing down, he immediately looked around for Snow Owl, seeing her come running out of the server room. In her hand, he saw a flash of Virus’ USB before she stowed it in a pouch.

“Let’s go!” He motioned for her and they quickly ran together, the team retreating for safety’s sake.

- - - -

Walking through the base, Ghost took a deep breath in, rubbing the back of his neck to loosen up.

After the botched mission, the retreat had gone only with minor hiccups, the enemy following them until they reached the tree line.

Yet for the past night and morning, he hadn’t seen Virus.

Her team had gone to speak with her, delivering the malfunctioning usb and discussing what happened. From what they relayed, Virus wasn’t any the wiser as to why it happened, vowing to figure it out.

But, in typical Virus fashion, that meant he hadn’t seen her. Not for training, not for food.

Holding his hands inside his hoodie pocket, he walked through the corridors, soon reaching her office.

Lifting a hand, he knocked on the door.

No answer came and after a moment, he just let himself in.

Inside, Virus was seated at her desk, her monitors set up around her with coding and design blueprints displayed on the screen. Hunched over the desk, she held a screwdriver in her hand, a usb disassembled entirely in front of her.

He could instantly tell she hadn’t left the room at all. There was a single plate to the side. Most likely the only thing she’d eaten in over a day. Several mugs of coffee and crumpled cans were littered all around and Ghost sighed quietly, glancing back at the woman before him.

Her hair was shoddily pulled back, the bun functioning purely to keep hair out of her face so she could work.

He knew exactly what was going on.

“Virus?” Ghost asked, walking in while closing the door behind him and the woman hummed, not even looking up.

Frowning a little beneath his balaclava, he stepped closer. “You working on some more malware?” He asked, a slight teasing tone in his voice, hoping to break the ice; but Virus didn’t respond exactly how he had wanted.

“If Hawkeye sent you, just tell her my answer hasn’t changed. I’m not moving until I fix this.”

His brows pulling together, Ghost walked to the mini fridge standing under a desk to his left. Opening it discreetly, he glanced inside, seeing the stash of energy drinks and iced coffee nearly depleted.

“Have you slept any?” The Lieutenant questioned and Virus huffed.

“If that’s all you want, please go. I need to fix this for the next mission. I’m taking care of myself, it’s fine-“

Walking over, he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hey.” He said, his voice a little softer. “Virus. Look at me.”

Frowning, she lifted her head, exhaustion visible in her face.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes it was.” Virus frowned, confused. “It was my tech that failed. I designed it. But it failed.”

“But it has succeeded so many times before.” He replied, holding her shoulder a little tighter.

Conflicted, Virus looks at him. “But this was supposed to be the best iteration yet. But it failed. It put you all in danger.”

Stepping back, Ghost pulled her chair back a little, swivelling her around to face him. Grabbing the screwdriver from her hand, he placed it to the side, holding eye contact. “Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Your tech worked in demo, otherwise you would have never sent it out with us on a mission, correct?”

Virus nodded meekly.

“You couldn’t have known it would do that. But everyone got out without injury.”

“But the mission-“

“Can be redone.” Ghost spoke, his voice kind. “In a different place or version maybe, but we have a good team. We are a good team. But missions fail sometimes. Tough luck but not the end of the world.”

“This time.” Virus mumbled, glancing at her desk, but Ghost placed two fingers on her cheek, turning her head back to himself.

“Virus, you’re too hard on yourself.”

Blinking a little in surprise, the woman looked up at him.

Seeing he got her attention, his eyes softened. “You’re clever. Really damn clever. Because of your tech, we’ve been able to disable and infiltrate so many bases and outposts without casualties or injuries.”

“But…”

“But what?” Ghost hummed. “So the usb failed this one time. The spider bots were a success, the watch-screens work flawlessly. The upgrades you made to the night vision got us out of there. And those are only the examples used on this particular mission.”

Swallowing softly, Virus glanced away - yet not at her tech for once.

Smiling gently under his mask, Ghost took a knee, looking up at her instead of towering over. “You are no use to us all if you work yourself to death.”

Huffing a bit in amusement, Virus looked at him. “I’ve been drinking this time at least.”

“Pure caffeine isn’t drinking.”

That caused her to crack a small smile and Ghost gently patted the side of her calf.

“I know how you get, but it really doesn’t warrant it. Never forget that you’re bloody clever.”

“So I was right. Hawkeye sent you here.”

Huffing, Ghost looked up at the black-haired woman. “Is it that hard to imagine I came here of my own free will?”

“With you? Who knows, especially given this.” Virus reached out and grabbed his balaclava, snapping the fabric against his neck, making Ghost snort.

“Use that smart brain and look into my eyes then.”

Smiling a little, Virus obeyed, looking into his eyes. Gentle yet determined, he looked back.

“I see makeup you forgot to wash off.”

Ghost playfully rolled his eyes. “Smartass.”

“Yes.” Virus smiled back and Ghost shook his head.

For a moment, it fell silent between the two, the tumult within Virus dying down and the worry within Ghost lessening.

“I… brought you something.” Ghost spoke after a minute.

“Oh?” Curious, Virus sat up a little in her chair and Ghost reached into the pocket of his hoodie, pulling something out.

Curious, Virus watched how he placed a plush dog on her hands.

Wrapping her hands around it, the woman gazed at it in surprise, feeling the soft material between her fingers as she lifted it to her face. “What’s this?” She asked softly, genuinely taken aback as her eyes then shifted to Ghost, seeing him looking off to the side - almost bashfully.

“You’re always going on and on about that robot dog of yours.” He shrugged, clearing his throat as he then motioned to the blueprint drawing hanging against the wall. “So… yeah.”

Slowly, Virus felt a genuine smile form on her face as she looked down at the plush, her face and eyes softening at the gift.

“So you got me a stuffed animal?”

“It was either this or K9. Didn’t want to offend you with that design though.”

“A K9?”

“No. K9. From doctor wh- Y’know what, never mind. This one is huggable. And washable if you spill coffee on it.”

At that, Virus laughed softly, holding the plushie a little closer.

“Thank you, Ghost. It means a lot.”

Hearing that, Ghost deflated a little in relief, looking at her again. “Good.” He hummed, his eyes flitting across her face for a moment. “Feeling a little better?” He then asked after a moment and Virus nodded.

“Yeah. Thank you.” She said gently. “Can’t promise I won’t keep working on this, but thank you.”

“Feel good enough to come join me for lunch for once?”

Smiling, she nodded. “Very well, just this once.”

Playfully rolling his eyes, Ghost got up, taking the plush dog from her hands to whack it against her face.

“Oi!” Virus chuckled, getting up as well before snatching it back. “Mine now. You gifted it, remember?”

“So I can’t touch it anymore?”

“No.” Virus grinned, napping the dog’s head against his forehead before softening, turning around. Stepping over to the dog blueprint, she placed the plush underneath it, tilting it until it was seated perfectly.

A reminder for what she was working towards.

Turning back to Ghost, she smiled. “Alright, let’s go.”

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