#electric military vehicles

[amrutmnm]

Key Players in Military Vehicle Electrification Market

The Military Vehicle Electrification Market is poised for substantial growth, projected to expand from USD 4.1 Billion in 2023 to USD 20.4 Billion by 2030, at an impressive CAGR of 25.6%. This market surge is driven by technological advancements, operational efficiency, and environmental sustainability.

Electrification offers several tactical advantages, including reduced fuel dependency, enhanced stealth capabilities, and improved operational range. With militaries worldwide striving for modernization, investments in electric and hybrid military vehicles have escalated significantly.

Market Overview

Why is Military Vehicle Electrification Gaining Momentum?

The growing emphasis on sustainability and the reduction of carbon footprints has led to a shift toward electric and hybrid propulsion systems. The benefits of military vehicle electrification include:

Enhanced battlefield efficiency with reduced acoustic and thermal signatures

Lower operational costs and reduced dependency on fossil fuels

Advancements in battery technology, improving energy storage and rapid charging

Stealth capabilities that enable quiet operations and reduced detection

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Key Market Segments

The military vehicle electrification market consists of various segments, including battery types, vehicle types, and propulsion systems.

1. Based on Battery Type:

Lithium-Ion Batteries: Leading market share due to high energy density and fast charging.

Fuel Cells: Expected to grow rapidly due to longer operational range and sustainability benefits.

2. Based on Combat Vehicles:

Main Battle Tanks (MBTs): Rapid growth driven by the demand for electrified armored vehicles.

Autonomous/Semi-Autonomous Military Vehicles: Increasing investments in AI-driven warfare technologies.

3. Based on Propulsion System:

Hybrid Electric Vehicles (HEVs): Offering a balanced approach to energy efficiency and power.

Fully Electric Vehicles (EVs): Expected to register the highest CAGR of 27.3% during the forecast period.

Regional Insights

North America: Market Leader in Military Vehicle Electrification

North America is expected to dominate the market, driven by:

Strong defense budgets and government initiatives to modernize military fleets.

Leading defense contractors such as GM Defense, General Dynamics, and Oshkosh Corporation driving innovation.

Collaborations with tech firms for advancements in energy storage and propulsion systems.

Key Players in the Military Vehicle Electrification Market

Several defense companies are at the forefront of the military vehicle electrification revolution. Some of the leading players include:

1. Oshkosh Corporation (US)

Oshkosh is a dominant player in military vehicle electrification, with hybrid-electric solutions for tactical and combat vehicles. The company���s expertise in electrified combat support vehicles gives it a competitive edge.

2. GM Defense LLC (US)

GM Defense is leveraging its parent company’s expertise in electric vehicle technology to develop high-performance electric and hybrid military vehicles. The company has secured contracts to produce electrified Infantry Squad Vehicles (ISVs).

3. General Dynamics Corporation (US)

A major defense contractor, General Dynamics is actively developing hybrid-electric main battle tanks and other electrified platforms. The Abrams X MBT, revealed in 2022, features advanced hybrid-electric capabilities for stealth operations.

4. BAE Systems (UK)

BAE Systems has made significant advancements in electrified armored fighting vehicles. The company is involved in numerous projects that aim to integrate next-generation battery technologies and hybrid propulsion.

5. Leonardo S.p.A. (Italy)

Leonardo is focusing on electrification for defense logistics and armored transport vehicles. The company’s research in advanced energy storage systems is expected to drive further innovation.

6. Textron Inc. (US)

Textron is exploring electrified unmanned ground vehicles (UGVs) and tactical hybrid-electric solutions for military applications. Its focus on autonomous military platforms strengthens its market presence.

7. ST Engineering (Singapore)

ST Engineering is investing heavily in electric propulsion systems for armored vehicles. Its hybrid-electric technologies cater to both combat and support vehicles, emphasizing sustainability and performance.

8. Qinetiq (UK)

Qinetiq is a leading name in military innovation, focusing on electrified defense platforms and energy-efficient vehicle solutions. The company is known for its silent mobility technologies, enhancing stealth operations.

9. Polaris Inc. (US)

Polaris specializes in lightweight electrified military vehicles, including ATVs and tactical transport vehicles. The company’s focus on off-road and extreme-terrain applications makes it a key market player.

10. Aselsan AS (Turkey)

Aselsan is working on next-generation battery and energy storage solutions for military vehicles. Its expertise in defense electronics and hybrid systems positions it as a strong contender in the market.

11. Otokar Otomotiv ve Savunma Sanayi AS (Turkey)

Otokar is focusing on hybrid-electric military vehicles with high mobility and adaptability. Its innovations in armored transport and logistics vehicles are expected to boost its market share.

12. Krauss-Maffei Wegmann (Germany)

A leading name in main battle tank (MBT) electrification, Krauss-Maffei Wegmann is advancing hybrid drive technologies for combat vehicles.

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Market Challenges & Future Prospects

While the military vehicle electrification market is on an upward trajectory, challenges persist:

Power-to-Weight Ratio: The need for high-performance batteries without adding excessive weight.

Battery Durability & Lifecycle Issues: Ensuring reliability in harsh combat environments.

High Initial Costs: Significant R&D investments required for next-generation electrification technologies.

Future Trends

Hydrogen Fuel Cells: Growing adoption due to high energy density and quick refueling times.

Autonomous Military Vehicles: Increased integration of AI-driven, self-sustaining electric combat vehicles.

Modular Battery Systems: Enhancing operational flexibility with interchangeable energy modules.

The Military Vehicle Electrification Market is witnessing rapid transformation, fueled by advancements in battery technologies, hybrid propulsion, and stealth capabilities. As governments worldwide prioritize sustainability and operational efficiency, leading defense companies continue to invest in innovative electrification solutions.

The market’s future is promising, with technological breakthroughs in energy storage, electric drive systems, and AI integration paving the way for next-generation military fleets.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Archimedes Sting, 2025. Archimedes Defense and Up.Fi have collaborated to create a military version of Tesla's Cybertruck. Three different versions are planned including one with an AMP Drive G125TM aviation-derived 800V genset capable running on a variety of fuels and charging the Cybertruck up to 125 kW. There will be a Baja version, the Sting Protector that comes with amour plating and the Sting APC that has additional protection against IEDs (Improvised Explosive Devices) as well as mine protection.

[theengineerspost]

Military Vehicles

[papa-squat-89]

Watch "Ripsaw M5 Unmanned Super Tank" on YouTube

[leepacey]

i watched the livestream of trump signing executive orders and answering questions from the press. here are some of the big ones + other things mentioned today:

trump declared a national emergency at the southern border + is getting the US military more involved in stopping "invasions including mass migration"

no one can declare asylum in the US

all existing appointments for people wanting to legally become US citizens are canceled

birthright citizenship (aka the 14th amendment) is now gone

ICE sweeps beginning "soon," not specifying when (though there are rumors it's starting tomorrow in sanctuary cities such as chicago)

mexican cartels are now designated "foreign terrorist organizations" and trump is not opposed to US troops entering mexico to eliminate them

he restored the death penalty for "crimes committed by illegal aliens"

biden had signed an executive order attempting to stop cops from using chokeholds or doing no-knock warrants. trump just revoked that order

25% tariffs on canada and mexico begin on feb 1 2025 — expect a lot of produce imported from mexico to get more expensive soon

tariffs on china will begin soon, not specified when

trump said he intends to take back the panama canal, did not specify when or how

january 6 insurrectionists are to be immediately released/pardoned

he pardoned the leader of the proud boys

tiktok has a 90 day extension, during which the US gov will try to buy 50% of tiktok. trump said he no longer cares that china is "spying on our young people," but he wants to buy half of tiktok so the US government "can police it a little bit, or a lot." if tiktok will not sell, it will be banned in the US again.

he claims the people of greenland want to become part of the US

he says the gulf of mexico is now to be called the "gulf of america" + denali is now to be called "mount mckinley"

alaska is to be mined and become the US' main source for fossil fuels

the green new deal and "electric vehicle" (green energy) mandates are over

the US has withdrawn from the paris climate agreement

the US has withdrawn from the world health organization

reproductiverights.gov is already gone

the US now "only recognizes two genders, male and female"

trans women prisoners are to be housed in male prisons; gender affirming care for prisoners is gone

self-identification for gender on passports, government IDs, and social security cards is gone

all federal employees are required to work in the office five days a week, no more working from home

trump said the US is going to "pursue our manifest destiny into the stars" and plant a US flag on mars

sources on what executive orders were signed: one two three

and lastly, some things that happened during the inauguration:

the pastor who blessed the inauguration during the swearing in ceremony has already announced a new meme coin/cryptocurrency

trump did not put his hand on the bible + there are rumors the pope is going to say trump is the antichrist

the wealthiest people on the planet — the CEOs of twitter/tesla, amazon, google, meta, and even the CEO of tiktok — who own almost all communication platforms used by westerners — stood directly behind trump as he was sworn in

elon musk, the wealthiest person alive, who has been given his own vaguely-defined US government agency, did a nazi salute on stage at the presidential podium. neo-nazis are already celebrating

[spaghettioverdose]

It's really funny to think that China would constantly be looking to steal technology from the US when they're lightyears ahead of the US. Why would China steal trash? China is able to mass produce cheap electric vehicles that don't randomly explode into hellfire. China is far ahead in military production. China's economy is growing rapidly while the US is drowning in its stagnant cesspool of proto-fascism and is about to desperately cannibalise its own allies as its hegemony finally crumbles apart.

Buddy no one wants your shit anymore.

[the-returnofartemis]

THE TENTH HOUSE: ANSWERING THE CALL TO WEALTH

the 10th house (10H) is arguably one of the most important houses in astrology, closely tied to your midheaven (MC), which represents your public image, reputation, and the way you are recognized in the world. it symbolizes your legacy, the energy others associate with you, and the role you naturally embody in society. however, understanding your career path goes beyond than just identifying the sign in your 10th house. to gain a deeper insight, you should also analyze its planetary ruler and the house it occupies, as these factors will give you a better idea about the careers that align with your natural strengths.

below is a guide shared by astrokit, along with some additional insights i’ve added, highlighting careers based on planetary placements in the 10th house, as well as the house placements of its planetary ruler, to help you align with your destined career path!

➶ ➴ if you follow vedic astrology, I recommend analyzing the 10H in the navamsha (D9) and dashamsha (D10) charts alongside the 10H in the rashi (D1) chart. combining insights from all three, along with the nakshatra ruler of the 10H will give a more well-rounded understanding of the career best suited for you.

CAREERS BY PLANETS IN THE 10H

sun: leadership, authority, government, politician, fame, boss, CEO

moon: women, hospitality, nursing, children, restaurants, commerce, mass media, public relations, travel

mercury: media, writer, communications, teacher, editor, author, transportation, craftsmanship, marketing

venus: arts, music, beauty, luxury, jeweler, entertainment, tourism, hotel management, design, graphics, fashion

mars: fitness, sports, entrepreneur, law enforcement, surgeon, doctor, engineer, military, sculptor, carpenter, cook

jupiter: law, teaching, travel, advertising, education, charity

saturn: organizations, metal industry, agriculture, service, labor, construction

north node (rahu): internet, entertainment, pharmaceuticals, research, engineer, innovation, electricity, sales, photography

south node (ketu): religion, spirituality, metaphysics, renunciation, research, charity, astrology, diviniation

uranus: science, electronics, internet, astrology, innovation, inventions, technology, crypto

pluto: research, insurance, surveillance, risk-management, death, investigator

neptune: photographer, movies, entertainment, drugs, poetry, music, liquids, alcohol

CAREERS BY THE 10H RULING PLANET THROUGH THE HOUSES

1H: self-employment, brand ambassador, entrepreneur

2H: banking, finance, investments, assets, consulting, teaching, writing, restaurants, speaking, vocals, dentistry, property, family legacy

3H: communication, marketing, social media, sales, writing, publishing, advertising, blogging, media, authorship, teaching (early education)

4H: asset management, real estate, vehicles, water, family, women, hospitality

5H: movies, films, glamour, stockbroker, education, authority, fame, children, romance, dating, hobbies

6H: health, service, law, labor, food, waiters, doctors, crime, justice, litigation

7H: law, business, commerce, exchange, consulting, public relations, marriage, therapist, designer, interior design, wedding industry, event planning, counselors

8H: insurance, social work, psychology, sex industry, occult, security, espionage, surveillance, taxes, death industry, divorce, research

9H: teaching (university), travel industry, hospitality, law, religion, foreign exchange, wedding industry, event planning

10H: leadership, government, politics, manager, CEO, presidency, public figure

11H: finance, networking, social media, acting, entertainment industry, parties/event planning

12H: charity, social work, hospitals, prisons, travel, foreign lands, mental health industry, artist, musician, import/export

if you’ve made it this far, i hope you enjoyed this little corner of my world. thank you for reading and please feel free to share your thoughts! always remember to love yourself as if it’s your greatest romance.

the pictures featured in this post are from pinterest.

until next time,

artemis x

[probablyasocialecologist]

‘Powering Injustice’ examines how foreign trade and investment in Israel’s energy sector may contribute to grave violations of international law being perpetrated by Israel in the Occupied Palestinian Territory, including in Gaza. It considers the obligations of states and the responsibilities of companies involved in the supply of energy to Israel.

[...]

Energy, or fuel to produce energy, plays a significant role in Israel’s military operations and unlawful presence in the Occupied Palestinian Territory. Israeli military vehicles, including jets and tanks, which have been used in the commission of crimes under international law in Gaza, require substantial amounts of fuel to operate. Israel has considerable dependency on imports of fuel, particularly military jet fuel and crude oil, which is refined in Israel and supplied to the military, amongst other end users. SOMO identified deliveries of crude oil, and liquid fuel, such as gasoline, diesel, and jet fuel, to Israel involving the United States (U.S.), Brazil, and Azerbaijan amongst the largest suppliers. Data also shows deliveries from Greece, Albania, and Kazakhstan, amongst others, with military jet fuel coming from the U.S. Israeli settlements are one component of what the ICJ has declared as Israel’s illegal occupation of Palestinian territory. Israel’s electricity grid directly incorporates illegal Israeli settlements located in the West Bank, including East Jerusalem and the occupied Syrian Golan. Nearly all of Israel’s electricity comes from gas, coal or renewable energy. Gas is the main fuel, accounting for more than 70% of electricity generated. Most gas comes from Israel’s offshore gas fields, several of which are operated by foreign oil and gas companies. Israel imports coal, with Russia and South Africa being major source countries. Coal contributed 17.5% to the grid in 2023. Wind and solar power contributed just over 10% in the same year. Multiple renewable energy projects in Israel involve foreign companies and investment. As a matter of policy, Israel’s electricity grid does not differentiate between civilian infrastructure within its 1948 borders and illegal settlements. The fact that the provision of electricity services to settlements is done through the national grid reinforces the view expressed by some Israeli policymakers that the settlements are part of Israel. SOMO’s analysis makes the case that foreign investments in the generation of electricity for Israel’s grid, and specifically trade in coal and investment in gas extraction and renewable energy projects that supply the grid, constitute trade and investment relations that “assist in the maintenance of the illegal situation created by Israeli in the Occupied Palestinian Territory.” 

17 December 2024

[totally-california]

You’re president of the United States for a single 4-year term. You have full majority in the House and Senate. What are you (planning on) doing?

For me:

Immediately cutting weapon supplies to Israel and redirecting them to Ukraine so they can fight Russia (likely by declaring martial law)

Pass a federal law that states that you cannot prevent someone from getting an abortion before sixteen weeks of pregnancy as well as you cannot ban someone from using contraceptives

Add gay marriage as a constitutionally protected right (worded along the lines of ‘two people of consenting age are allowed to be together no matter their gender unless circumstances, such as abuse or large age gap including an inappropriate age for one party, occur)

Make school lunches free for as many states as possible

Improve the border situation by adding additional entry points along the border for people seeking asylum

Tax large corporations and rich billionaires higher than the average citizen, lower taxes for lower middle class and lower class citizens, and prevent housing companies from buying/owning more than 1000 houses on the market at any given time. (This will help stop inflation on house prices and potentially even bring it down)

Raise the age of consent to 18 in all states.

Prevent curfews being lawfully in place for people of a specific gender, sexuality, or race (probably by making it unconstitutional)

Decrease funding for the whole military (and put it mostly towards the Coast Guard), continue the disassemble of nuclear weapons (we do not need 500,000 nukes. It’s not useful. And there are better, deadlier, more effective weapons the US has at its disposal that don’t cause radiation and kill the environment for decades)

Improve funding for the study of ADHD and other neurological conditions to reduce false diagnosis while increasing access to the proper medical care and/or treatment needed to identify them

Address climate change by providing extra tax breaks to people with solar panels and/or ZEV’s. (Short for Zero Emission Vehicles) this would include electric cars, and also hybrid cars.

Add term limits for senators and house representatives (2 terms for the Senate, 4 for the House) and make it so the Supreme Court no longer serves for life, but for 3 major election cycles (12 years).

A federal law that if, after 7 years, a debt that has interest is not paid off but the original cost of the debt was, the debt is canceled.

That’s all I could think of, but what are you guys considering? Under the cut are people I follow on my main account or are friends with (I’m not telling you what my main account is though, just know I follow you)

@mrvolition @the-official-goose-god @wikipedia-the-official @maryland-officially @houston-official

@just-ray @walmart-the-official @bingle-official @tameable50

@wannabelaika @ohio-thestate @definitely-mihoyo

[thelonleycosmos]

hey everyone ! I know it’s been a scary time for anyone and everyone in the United States. and we will see effects eventually outside of the United States too.

so far , since Trump has been president (1/20/2025) he has signed executive orders to;

1. signed an executive order in the U.S completely revoking nearly all ways to change gender or choose pronouns from any government documents.

2. to rename “Gulf of Mexico” and “Mount Denali”.

3. to end birthright citizenship.

4. to pardon 1500 defendants that were facing prosecution for storming the Capitol. he also pardoned Ross Ulbricht.

5. to leave the World Health Organisation (WHO)

6. to pause Tiktok ban.

7. to declare a national emergency on immigration.

8. to declare a national emergency on energy.

9. to rescind Joe Biden removal of Cuba from the U.S list of sponsors of terrorism.

10. revoke non-binding executive order (signed by Biden) aimed at making half of all new vehicles sold in 2030 electric.

11. reclassify thousands of federal employees as political hires, making it easier for them to be fired.

12. order 78-Biden-era executive actions to be rescinded, many relating to race and gender.

13. withdrew from the Paris Climate Agreement (again.)

14. he ordered the MILITARY to “help” with the border.

15. he suspended the U.S Refugee Admissions Program.

16. he ended Bidens process to allow Cubans, Haitians, Nicaraguans, and Venezuelans who had a financial sponsor to work and live in the U.S (legally).

17. he signed executive orders to implement tariffs (25%) on Mexico, Canada, and China.

18. DOGE was created, and Elon has a office in the White House.

19. he also froze hiring for federal employees barred DEI initiatives and ordered government workers back into their offices but didn’t freeze hiring for ICE or the Military .

20. he reversed a ban on offshore drilling, as well as making it easier to drill in Alaska.

21. he halted the leasing of offshore wind farms.

22. signed an order to allow White House staffers to obtain Top secret security clearances without having to go through an extreme vetting process.

23. he repealed the Executive Order 14087 of October 14 2022 (lowering prescription drug costs for Americans)

to keep everyone updated, there’s more as well and I can add.

everyone stay safe. keep educating yourself and others.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Canoo American Bulldog Prototype, 2023. The fledgling electric commercial vehicle maker have revealed a new military inspired electric pick-up. Tony Aquila, Canoo's CEO explained the name choice saying that “Like the American Bulldog, this vehicle is loyal and courageous”. Few details have been disclosed including whether or not the Bulldog which actually be made available to the American public

[heretic-child]

“Turkeys offensives have inflicted severe suffering on our populace. The targets of these attacks were not the military; instead, Turkey disrupted our gas, water, oil, and even civilian vehicles. Turkey seeks to dismantle our community. The attacked areas had no military relevance. Turkey left our people without access to water, electricity, and gas. Ever since Erdoğan initiated attacks with planes, cannons, and rifles, it has been civilians who have borne the brunt. Must all our people be considered soldiers?”

[wizzdot]

Sunshine

Chapter 2

Description: Ray finds out a little more about the 141’s current situation. You meet Johnny, and see Gaz in the infirmary..

What the fuck were you thinking following the Lieutenant that you barely even knew. You’d crossed paths with him, what, twice? And not even spoken a word to him either time. Christ, Y/n you really are a stupid bitch..

You stomp along behind Ghost for maybe 5 minutes before he rounds a corner and nods at a black, clearly military, jeep.

“Get in, we’re goin’ back to base”

You scowl at his commanding tone, and climb in the passenger seat, dumping your bags in the footwell between your legs and slumping in the seat, sticking to the chairs thanks to the absolutely soaking that the rain had given you.

The Lieutenant starts the engine and bounces it roughly off of the curb he had parked poorly on.

“Jeez Louise, LT.. you’ll give the lassie a concussion if you drive like ‘aht”

The tin of soup is held aloft ready to smash the stranger in the head until the Lieutenant’s huge paw smacks it from your hand.

“He’s friendly, drop your weapon, Ray” he jokes.

“Who the fuck are you and why are you hiding in the back of the car..?” You growl at the Scottish man, you already knew was ‘Soap’, a member of the 141. He didn’t need to know that you knew who he was though, and you could tell it hit him in the ego a bit when you pretended not to recognise him.

He recovers quickly though, you’ll give him that. He smiles brightly “name’s Johnny, or Soap, and I wisnae hiding. LT said you’d be more likely you come if we didn’t go in mob handed, so I stayed behind..”

“I can still open the door and roll myself into traffic.. don’t fuckin’ test me. I’m coming back to check Gaz, then I’m out. I’ve not agreed to anything or signed anything..” you threaten in a deadpan tone.

Soap gulps and his smile fades slightly. “LT, Cap said she was…. awkt, how’d he put it? Aye thats right.. a ray of sunshine.. you sure you got the right one..?”

“I’m sure Johnny. Now shut up. Don’t need her rolling herself into traffic…” the Lieutenant replies to the chatty Scot. You catch his reflection in the wing mirror and can tell that it physically pains the man to actually shut the fuck up. His eyes are dart in from object to object, his mouth dropping open only for his brain to kick in and remind himself to keep quiet.

The rest of the drive is silent. Perfect.

The truck pulls into base, and you aren’t even taken through security which you thought was strange. The Lieutenant lurches to a halt and cranks the handbrake on, climbing from the vehicle. You follow suit, donning your two rucksacks and your ratty plastic bag filled with your shitty groceries and wine.

“Here lass, I’ll get that for you..”

“Touch me, or anything that belongs to me, and you’ll lose your hand, Soap.”

He retracts his hand as if you’d given him an electric shock. The Lieutenant huffs a laugh.

“This way” the Lieutenant grunts. You follow, with soap trailing behind, kicking stones glumly.

You’re led to an office.

‘Captain J.Price’

‘TF-1-4-1’

Here we fuckin’ go you roll your eyes. The door is opened and you step through the threshold.

“Welcome back, Soldier” the Captain speaks, standing to shake your hand. You ignore him and turn away.

“Not coming back, and not a soldier. Just want to check Gaz ain’t dying” you reply stubbornly.

“He’s sitting up and chatting today. Took a fall from a chopper, poor lad. He cheered right up when I told him you were joining the team” - “seems cruel to give him false hope, does it not, Captain?”

“What did my Lieutenant tell you..?”

“Whoa whoa whoa. I’d like to start off by saying, firstly, I don’t appreciate being tracked down. I also don’t appreciate sending your fuckin’ guard dog to break into my flat and come and fetch me, I also don’t appreciate that fact that you’re just assuming I’ll fall back into the obedient soldier role. I’m not even your soldier, never was, Sir” you smile tauntingly.

“Now, you will take me to Gaz, I’ll have a quick chat with him, and I’ll be on my way - I’m not signing up for this shit again..”

You stare down the Captain who remains silent before the Lieutenant speaks up.

“This shit? What, like it’s worse than what you’ve been doing for the past coupla’ years? Your shitty, mouldy flat, getting groped by drunks at the Rose and Thorn, the tackiest pub in the East? Really? Like you’ve got anything whatsoever that’s better than this..” he huffs laughing.

You clench your jaw and try not to snap. Physically or emotionally. He was right. You’d been horrifically depressed for years. Considered ending it all a few times but you were too much of a coward for that.

“I’ll find the infirmary myself, and then see myself out..” you slam the door behind yourself and leave the three men behind.

Thankfully, you find signs for the infirmary and follow them, finding the correct place. The lady behind the front desk glares daggers at you. “Visitor for Kyle Garrick” you say monotonously.

“Room 3, you have ten minutes, he’s already had visiting time for the day” she whips sourly at you.

“Yeah, whatever” you spit back, storming to the correct door.

Kyle practically jumps out of his skin as you crash through the door. “Jeez, Ray.. you scared me half to death” he jokes, laughing.

“You don’t look as bad as I was expecting. They made it sound like you were on deaths door..” - “what? Nah, mate. Just some internal bruising and a chipped bone in my hand..”

“So I didn’t need to visit then?” You remark bluntly. Kyle’s smile drops slightly. “Well, it’s nice to see you.. I mean.. you left.. suddenly?” he tries.

“Yeah, and now your team are trying to get me to come back, using you as leverage. Know anything about that..?” you accuse.

Kyle looks guilty as sin.

He gulps before starting to attempt to explain.

“Well.. Cap’s been trying to get you since I joined. Laswell only gave him clearance to take on one rookie. He noticed your file remember..? And when I mentioned about my wallet.. and then I got hurt.. the plan sort of fell into place. We’d track you down and try and make an offer… we really need someone like you on our team, Ray..”

“Yeah, the wallet was a sneaky fuckin trick, Garrick. Not gonna forgive you for that one. And now that I’ve seen you’re not on death’s door…” you speak as you walk back towards the door.

“Y/n!”

No one calls me by my real name..

“Wait.. please..”

You don’t want to. You want to leave this god forsaken place and not look back. But I hesitate. And that hesitation changes everything..

[amoristt]

a/n: yaaay back with part 2 hehehe. im glad you guys r enjoying it so far! i have big plans for this series

- as always comments/reblogs are appreciated! - want to support me? heres my kofi!

The Accused | Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader, Pt 2

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The hours that followed Ghost leaving you to your own were brutal. It took a few long moments to collect yourself, all tears and trembling hands, but eventually, your legs found the strength to haul your body up to your feet. Your mind replays the last couple minutes on loop tauntingly.

If Ghost hadn't caught you in time, you'd be nothing but a broken egg on the pavement below. Your brain tried to think about what it would have felt like if you had plummeted without haste, but your body reminded you angrily how it felt to hit the wall on your way down. Surely, deep bruises of purple and blue would climb like vines up the side of your frame. Your body would make sure to ache, to remind you of the damage you'd inflicted onto it.

Damaged, but alive.

It feels odd being alive, now. You really had made your choice, fully accepted the gravity of your life cut short. Perhaps it was cowardly. But, ultimately, you knew that it would have been the better outcome between death and eternal imprisonment.

Still, guilt eats away at you. The image of Ghost's eyes through his mask haunts you- that primal fear in those beautiful eyes engraved in the back of your brain. If he hadn't been as fast- if he'd hesitated for even a second, you'd have slipped right through his fingers. You'd have dropped all the way down to the unforgiving concrete and ceased to be right in front of him. It hurts you- the thought of him grieving you like that. Surely he would have hated you for it.

When night came (rather quickly), you took your chance to escape. Wherever point 'A' was, it wasn't so nearby you couldn't scurry down those five flights of stairs and dart into the darkness. You ran from bush to bush, building to building, and even through a knee-deep marsh. You were grateful that this October was warm, but you would be lying to say you appreciated the bugs. Mosquitos ate away at your skin despite your efforts to battle them away.

You'd only been a few miles away from base, so it wasn't long before you were skirting along the trees, staring at the mile-high electric fences surrounding the fort you'd become so familiar with. The base you and Ghost had been staying at was a nice one- with all the fixings and even single-person 'homes'. They were small, one-bedroom trailer-looking flats with all the basic necessities, but compared to the places you'd slept before they may have well as been your own little personal heaven. Warm water and an AC unit-they'd spoiled you and your fellow soldiers. You remember on your first night, cuddled up under the blankets on your very own bed, praying they'd keep you stationed here for the rest of your military days.

But, now, here you were, creeping along the greenery, feeling more foe than friend. From outside, you could see military vehicles parking for the night and soldiers standing guard. Sneaking up on your own base, your own friends, you really did feel like a spy. You linger outside, wondering what to do.

Then it hits you.

And you know exactly where to go.

You disappear back into the trees. It's barely another mile out, but with just the moon overheard to guide you, you struggle to find your way. You pass by trees and boulders of every size, before you enter a small clearing, and tucked all the way to the side is exactly what you were looking for. A dingy half-finished shed engulfed by the canopy of trees and shadows.

And god, there he is, standing there and waiting for you.

In this light, Ghost really does look like he could be a monster. His mask nearly glows. Half covered by murky shadows, dotted by the glowing streaks of the moon passing through the leaves overhead, he stands and waits for you. Like he knew you were coming.

And he was right. Because here you were.

You snap a twig on accident and his body visibly tenses as he searches for the source, but when his eyes find your figure in the darkness it only takes a second for him to realize it's you.

"Been a while since I've been here," you start. He moves to the side as you pass him. The door opens with a dull creak.

"I'm glad we both had the same idea." Ghost grunts.

"You're telling me. I had to ditch my phone and everything, so if you weren't here I'd have no way of contacting you. And y'know what, that's two phones in two months. Talk about bad luck." You sigh.

"Never did find you're old one, hm? Not good, soldier."

"Oh, I'm sure it's lost in the ocean or blown to bits by now."

Ghost scoffs. "Hope so. Get inside."

When you'd first been stationed at his base, boredom often ate away at you until it felt like you'd go crazy. Ghost had been off on his own mission, the few friends you did have at that time never left the base of their own volition. But you, on the other hand, craved exploration. So you found yourself wandering the perimeter around the base, thinking about nothing and everything. That's when you discovered the beat-up old shed. At that time it was nothing more than a caved-in roof, rain-soaked flooring, and a broken window. Over the course of a couple weeks, you began to work to fix it up, glad to have something to focus on during your between-missions time.

When Ghost had returned to base during Christmas, and he realized that you too had no home to return to for the holidays, he began to join you.

Over that Christmas, you both turned it into somewhere you could both go to talk and occasionally share a few drinks. That was when you'd truly bonded with him. That was when he'd finally started letting you in willingly.

Dirt flecks off the frame of the door as you step inside, and it's just as dusty as you remember. Two chairs sit in the center with patchy blankets serving as cushions. An uneven table sits between them, one leg broken half off but supported by water-logged books stacked atop each other.

The moon filters in through the cracked window and paints the brown walls a beautiful blue.

Ghost sits with a grunt, kicking his feet out and sighing. It invites you, calls you in to shut the door behind you and settle beside him. So, you do. The chair creaks underneath your weight and you breathe out the frustrations of the day, gone into the air. For the first time that day, your guard lowers.

You just... breathe.

"What a nightmare this is." You sigh.

Ghost shrugs. "No one knows what 't think. They know something's not right."

A pang of relief visibly flushes through you, cut short when he shakes his head.

"Don't get too excited." He says quietly.

"...And why's that?"

"Graves called in his shadows." Ghost taps his finger against the table, lingering, picking and choosing his next words while you feel anxiety start to bubble within you. When he speaks again, it's forlorn. "He isn't exactly pushing for 'em to bring you in alive."

The weight of your heart dropping could have burst straight through the chair you sat on. It settles into your gut like an awful stone. A dull, pained chuckle escapes you.

"I knew he didn't like me, but damn."

Ghost shakes his head. "He's panicking. Thinks you can tell us where the missiles are."

"Missiles?" You ask, eyebrows raised in concern.

It must have struck him then, that Ghost hadn't yet updated you on the situation arising off-air. And judging by the way he tenses and leans forward in his chair, it must be pretty grim.

"Hassan... He's got our missiles. Three of 'em." As Ghost speaks with newfound hesitation and urgency, you can feel your nerves lighting up with each syllable. "We can't find the damn things. They get out... 'Lot of people will die."

"Jesus Christ." You wipe your palms down your face, eyebrows knit together. "How the hell did he get our missiles?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out. 'Pparently there's some messages and photos of you chatting with one of Hassan's men. That you might know a thing or two on where to find 'em."

"I haven't talked to anyone that wasn't our own." You groan. "God, what the fuck. And pictures?"

"From what I heard. They haven't shown 'em to us. Refuse to, actually." Ghost leans back in his chair, eyeing you like he's holding something back. "Like I said, no one knows what to think."

You stare down at your lap. Though you already know the answer, you find yourself asking anyways, with an uneven voice.

"...You trust me, right...?"

"God's sake." He scoffs, and you regret asking at all.

"I just have to be sure. Pictures can be convincing-"

"Pictures none of us have even laid eyes on. You think I'd be here right now if I didn't believe you?"

Guilt eats away at you, eyes downcast. "I know. I'm sorry. I just... I can't wrap my head around why of all people it had to be me."

"We'll find out. Shepherd won't give us hardly any information, and anything he does give us is... vague." Ghost is choosy with his words. "...Shepherd found and turned the evidence in himself, supposedly."

You feel an actual strike of nausea pulse through you.

"There's no way Shepherd would frame me." Though you try to say it with an even tone, your voice exposes your lack of confidence in your General. You suck in a breath when there's no reply. "Ghost..?"

Ghost doesn't answer, but his eyes do flick to yours. A silent, cautious confirmation.

You swallow. Hard.

"But... But what good could come of this? I mean up until now I've been an exemplary soldier. Like, not to brag here, but I graduated at the fucking top of my squad and I damn well aced every test they threw at me."

"I know all this." Ghost chimes. "Everyone knows all of this. I don't know what the big plan is. I don't even know if there is a big plan. I just know something isn't right."

There's a pause, and his eyes soften.

"I know you wouldn't do this."

Tears well at the waterlines of your eyes and you struggle to hold them back. With the military against you, Shadow's snapping at your heels at every chance they could get, and now faced with the chance that your own fucking general would frame you, you're completely unsure of what to do next. Ghost leans over the table and sets a firm hand on your shoulder.

You bite your tears back, refusing to let him witness you cry again. Twice in one day was just too much on your already shattered ego.

"What do I do?" Your voice betrays you, uneven and breaking.

Ghost stands up and sighs. "You aren't doing anything. You're staying here."

"For real?" You frown up at him, pawing at your eyes angrily. The sight of him preparing to leave makes your stomach churn- the thought of being alone in this shed all night slinking into your mind. "I can't just sit here and do nothing-"

"That's exactly what you're gonna do. Get some rest, tonight." Ghost doesn't even give you the chance to argue, already pulling the door open. You gape at him from your chair with wet eyes. You see the way he lingers, see the way he considers stepping back inside, but his resolve remains firm. For just a brief moment, he turns to look at you from outside.

You sit on the chair, bringing your knees up to your chest. Sounds from all directions reach your waiting ears as you take a final glance at him.

"I'll be back in the morning." He offers. The door shuts, and darkness encases you.

Shrouded in pitch black, listening to the sound of his footsteps growing further and further away, you fear tears sting your eyes once more. All alone, you let them slip down your cheeks.

You'd never felt so alone.

[cynicalrosebud]

Summary: Y/n L/n, callsign Delta – 6, captain of an all-female task force, is introduced to John Price by Kate Laswell. Laswell hopes their teams will collaborate on a high-stakes mission, but instead, the two captains—both equally exhausted by their teams' antics—form an unexpected connection over cigars and shared frustrations. As the mission progresses, they realize they're falling for each other in the quiet moments between the chaos.

CW: Injuries, blood, canon-typical violence

Pairings: Price x Reader

The hum of the helicopter blades faded as Captain Y/n L/n stepped off the transport, boots hitting the ground with a practiced, measured thud. Her gaze swept over the tarmac, eyes narrowing at the rows of military vehicles and the bustling personnel. It had been a long time since she'd worked with a new team, and her instincts were already on high alert. Next to her, Fizz, Shrike, and Dancer moved with the same trained precision—her team, her sisters-in-arms. Each one of them a force to be reckoned with.

"Captain L/n." A familiar voice broke through the noise, and Y/n looked up to see Kate Laswell approaching with her usual no-nonsense stride. "Glad you could make it."

Y/n nodded, shaking her hand firmly. "Laswell. You said it was urgent."

"It is. I’ve got someone for you to meet." Laswell’s eyes glinted with something—was that amusement? "Thought it was time you met Captain Price and his team."

Y/n’s lips quirked, recognizing the name immediately. John Price, the man with a reputation almost as large as his accomplishments. "I've heard of him."

"Good things, I hope," a deep voice cut in. Y/n turned to see the man himself stepping out from the shade of a nearby building. Tall, grizzled, and carrying himself with the weight of countless battles, Captain Price was every bit as formidable as his reputation suggested. His team stood behind him: Soap, Ghost, and Gaz—though their eyes quickly darted to the all-female task force now standing in front of them.

Y/n crossed the distance with a few steps, meeting Price in the middle. "Captain L/n," she introduced herself, extending a hand.

Price took it with a nod of respect. "Captain Price. Heard a lot about your team, L/n."

"And mine about yours," Y/n replied, her eyes flicking to his soldiers. Soap’s gaze was fixed on Fizz, a smirk tugging at his lips. Ghost stood unreadable as ever, but his eyes lingered on Shrike matching her blank gaze in the strangest staring contest ever. Gaz, standing beside Dancer, seemed caught somewhere between curiosity and amusement, measuring each other up.

Laswell clapped her hands, clearly enjoying the tension. "Good. Now that you’re all acquainted, we’ve got a mission brief inside. I’ll let you sort out how to run this operation together."

Price nodded at Laswell, but his eyes stayed on Y/n. "Ladies first."

Y/n smirked, her eyes glittering with mirth. "Then you should get a move on."

Inside the Briefing Room

The briefing was swift, professional, and loaded with tactical jargon, but Y/n and Price barely took their eyes off each other. They weren't rivals, not exactly, but there was something electric in the air—two leaders sizing each other up, assessing strengths, weaknesses, and capabilities.

After the briefing, the teams dispersed, leaving Y/n and Price alone in the room. Price lit a cigar, leaning back against the table as he watched her. "Your team’s got a reputation."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, pulling out her own cigar with a smirk, relishing how his eyebrows jumped up in pleasant suprise. "So does yours."

For a moment, they smoked in silence. The quiet was comfortable, both captains too experienced to feel the need to fill it with meaningless chatter. After a while, Y/n broke the silence, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "So, what’s your secret?"

Price raised an eyebrow. "Secret?"

"How you keep them in line. They look like they could be trouble." Her eyes flicked to where Soap had already wandered off with Fizz, and Shrike was quietly standing beside Ghost.

Price chuckled, low and rough. "Trouble doesn’t even begin to cover it. But they get the job done, ‘n that’s all I ask." He paused, taking another drag of his cigar. "What about you? Heard Fizz can be a bit… unpredictable."

Y/n gave a short laugh. "Unpredictable’s a nice way of putting it. But she’s got the skill to back it up. Shrike, Dancer, the same. We’ve all got each other’s backs."

Price nodded, his gaze softening slightly. "Sounds like we’re both leading a pack of misfits."

Y/n’s eyes glinted in amusement. "Guess so. But they’re our misfits."

For the first time since they’d met, Price genuinely smiled. It was small, barely noticeable under the brim of his hat, but Y/n caught it. "Laswell told me our teams need to work together, but I’m starting to think she had other plans."

Y/n tilted her head, curious. "Oh?"

"Maybe she thought you and I could get along better than we do with most people. Maybe she thought we’d... understand each other."

Y/n took another slow drag from her cigar, mulling that over. "You think we will?"

Price looked at her for a long moment before answering. "I think we already do."

There was a pause, heavy with meaning, as the smoke curled lazily between them. They didn’t need to say it, but both knew that this was the beginning of something more than just a mission briefing. Something that didn’t have to involve firefights and tactical decisions. Something quieter, but no less important.

Y/n exhaled slowly, tapping the ash from her cigar. "Well, Captain Price, I guess we’ll find out soon enough."

Price’s eyes gleamed in the glow of his cigar, his voice rough as he spoke. "S’pose we will."

Mission: Shadow and Mirror

The night sky loomed heavy over the compound, stars blanketed by dark clouds. Task Force 141 and TF 577 moved like shadows, their movements synchronized, despite coming from two very different directions. The objective was clear: infiltrate the facility, secure the intel, and get out.

Captain Y/n L/n kept her eyes on the path ahead, Fizz and Shrike at her flanks. Dancer moved in the shadows behind them, already syncing up with the surveillance equipment she'd placed hours ago. Price’s voice crackled quietly through her comms.

"Bravo – 6, team in position, how copy," he said. The gravel in his voice was reassuring.

"Delta – 6, I copy. Same here," Y/n responded, her own team spread out across the opposite side of the compound.

"Let’s make it happen, Captain."

A small smirk played on Y/n’s lips. “Always, Captain."

On the north side of the facility, Soap and Ghost were already moving through their assigned entry points, Soap setting up a line of explosives along the perimeter fence while Ghost silently eliminated a guard with a well-placed knife to the throat. They worked quickly, methodically - well-rehearsed movements.

On the south side, Fizz mirrored Soap’s motions, expertly placing explosives at key weak points, her movements just as fluid and confident. Shrike, the counterpart to Ghost, was already taking out guards with her preferred knives, moving as silently as a shadow.

Fizz’s voice came through Y/n’s comm. “Explosives set, Cap.”

Y/n moved forward, eyes sharp in the dark. “Good work. Shrike?”

"Perimeter clear," Shrike replied, her voice as cold and unyielding as the blade in her hand.

Y/n glanced at Dancer, who was positioned a few hundred meters away, watching the entire compound from a high vantage point, just like Gaz was doing on the other side. “Dancer, eyes up. What do you see?”

“Movement in the east wing, three guards patrolling,” Dancer’s voice came through the comms, calm and focused. “Gaz’s got a few on his side too.”

"Copy that," Gaz chimed in. “We’ll take them out on our signal.”

Price’s voice cut through the comms, steady and commanding. "On my mark. 3… 2… 1. Go."

Simultaneously, the two teams moved as one. Fizz and Soap triggered their explosives, creating small breaches in the walls. Ghost and Shrike cleared the path of guards, their knives flashing in the darkness like whispers of death. Y/n and Price moved toward the center, their footsteps falling in sync, each one aware of the other’s position without needing to speak.

Once inside, the teams broke off into their assigned sections, weaving through the narrow corridors with deadly precision. Price and Y/n had split off from their teams, moving together through the halls. They passed rooms where intel was stored, weapons caches piled high, and guards were oblivious to their presence.

"You take the left, I’ll clear the right," Price murmured, his eyes flicking to Y/n.

She nodded, drawing her silenced pistol. “Watch your back, Bravo.”

Price grunted in acknowledgment, disappearing into the shadows of the corridor.

Y/n moved quickly, her footsteps silent on the cold concrete floor. She cleared one room after another, neutralizing anyone who might sound the alarm. Each shot was precise, each movement calculated.

Meanwhile, Price worked through his side of the facility with the same ruthless efficiency. The two captains moved like they’d been doing this together for years, even though this was their first joint mission.

In the heart of the compound, Y/n and Price met again at a control room where the intel was being stored. They exchanged a brief glance—one that spoke of mutual respect and an unspoken understanding. There was no need for words as they moved forward together.

Inside the control room, a handful of guards stood watch. Y/n raised her weapon, and Price did the same. In a perfect, fluid motion, they took out the guards, moving in sync like they’d practiced this a thousand times.

Price holstered his weapon, glancing over at Y/n. “You’re good.”

She smirked, tapping her wrist. “You too.”

Together, they hacked into the facility’s mainframe, downloading the intel they came for. The beeping of the computer was the only sound in the room as the data transferred to their device.

"Dancer, give me a sitrep" Y/n asked over the comm.

"Clear. Extraction point’s set," Dancer’s voice replied.

Gaz's voice cut through next. “Ready to move on our side, Cap.”

"Rog," Price said. "Let’s wrap it up."

As they began their exit, the teams were moving in sync, weaving through the dark compound. Explosions were rigged and ready, waiting for the final detonation signal.

"Fizz, status?" Y/n asked as she crept down a hallway, her senses on high alert.

"Charges are set, Cap’n," Fizz replied, voice steady.

"Same ‘ere," Soap echoed.

Everything had gone off without a hitch - Too perfectly.

Just as the teams neared the rendezvous point, a loud, high-pitched whine filled the air. A drone—barely visible in the low light—buzzed overhead, its whirring barely registering before it dropped a payload directly into the facility's main corridor.

"GET DOWN!" Price barked over the comms.

Y/n didn’t have time to react before the explosion ripped through the building. The shockwave sent her flying, slamming her into a nearby wall. A loud ringing filled her ears, her vision swimming as debris scattered across the floor.

“Captain!” Fizz’s voice crackled in her ear.

Y/n groaned, struggling to push herself up. She glanced down at her side, her hand coming away slick with blood from a deep gash torn open by shrapnel. Her breath hitched, but she bit back the pain, reaching for her comms.

“Breathin’,” she lied through gritted teeth. “Keep moving.”

Price’s voice broke through, urgent. “Delta, report.”

“Just a scratch, Bravo.” Y/n pressed a hand against her side, trying to stop the bleeding, though it felt like a losing battle. “Don’t worry about me.”

"Where are you?" he demanded, his tone shifting from professionalism to something rougher, more personal.

Before Y/n could respond, a second explosion rocked the building, this one even closer. The walls buckled, smoke filling the hallway. The entire compound was crumbling around them.

Price cursed over the comms. “I’m coming to you.”

“No,” Y/n snapped, her breath shallow. “Stay with the mission. We need that intel.”

“Not a chance in hell.”

She could hear his footsteps approaching through the chaos, and despite the pain surging through her, she tried to pull herself upright. Her vision blurred as she staggered to her feet, the world spinning around her. “Price, don’t. Just get the team out.”

His shadow loomed through the smoke, and within seconds, Price was beside her, his hands gripping her arm. “Like I said, not a chance.”

Y/n pushed at him weakly, her strength draining with every second. “Leave me. You’ll never make it with me slowing you down.”

Y/n’s vision swam, but she managed a weak glare. “You idiot.”

“Nice to see you too, Captain,” Price muttered, before hoisting her onto his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, his movements smooth and practiced. His free hand kept his weapon trained ahead as he navigated through the smoke-filled halls.

“I’m ordering you,” she rasped, her voice weaker now. “Get out. Save the intel. Save our team.”

Price’s grip only tightened as he began hauling her toward the nearest exit, his face set in a grim, determined expression. “I don’t take orders from you, Captain.”

The ground shook beneath them, more explosions rumbling through the facility. Y/n coughed, smoke filling her lungs as she hung limply on Price, her body barely cooperating. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”

Price met her gaze, his eyes fierce. “Not today, lovie.”

Despite her injuries, despite the chaos around them, Y/n couldn’t help but admire the stubborn determination on his face. She was fading fast, her vision growing dim, but she forced herself to stay still, trusting Price as he carried her toward the exit.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions grew distant as they stumbled through the compound. Y/n’s head swam, her limbs heavy, and the world around her began to blur. She could feel herself slipping, the pain too much to bear.

Price’s voice cut through the fog, low and desperate. “Stay with me, Y/n.”

Every step was a battle, each one harder than the last, but Price didn’t slow down. His pace was steady, his breathing even, though she could tell he was working through his own exhaustion.

She coughed, her head lolling slightly against his back. “This mission… was doomed… from the start.”

“You’re still talking, so I’ll count that as a win,” Price grunted, adjusting his grip on her as they rounded a corner.

They burst out of the crumbling facility, the cold night air hitting them like a slap to the face. Price dragged Y/n toward the extraction point, his grip never faltering despite her growing weight.

“Fizz! Shrike!” Price shouted into the comm. “Get to the exfil point. Now.”

“We’re on our way!” Fizz’s voice crackled back, tension clear. “Dancer’s got eyes on ye!”

Y/n could barely make out the lights of the extraction helicopter ahead. Her vision blurred, her limbs almost numb now, but Price hauled her up again, more firmly onto his shoulders.

“Price,” she slurred, her head lolling against his shoulder. “I’m slowing you down…”

“You’re not slowing me down,” he growled, his grip tightening as if he could will her to stay conscious.

Behind them, the facility erupted in a fiery blaze, the charges Soap and Fizz had placed finally detonating. The force of the explosion sent another shockwave through the air, but Price didn’t falter, his only focus on getting Y/n to safety.

Just a few more feet.

The helicopter touched down, the rotor wash whipping through the air, kicking up dust and debris. Fizz and Shrike ran forward, covering their captain and Price as they closed the final distance.

As Price practically shoved Y/n into the waiting helicopter, Fizz’s voice rang in her ears. “Captain, we’re here. We’ve got ye.”

Y/n felt herself being pulled into the chopper, strong hands catching her as she finally let herself go, her body slumping into the seat.

Price was right behind her, climbing in as the helicopter lifted off. His hand stayed on her shoulder, his breath heavy as he finally let out a long, shaky exhale.

“Mission successful, Captain,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, more for her than for anyone else.

Y/n managed a weak smile, her eyelids heavy. “You’re a stubborn bastard, you know that?”

Price chuckled softly, but there was no humor in his eyes, only relief. “You’re damn right I am.”

As she drifted into unconsciousness, Y/n could feel his hand still resting on her, grounding her, keeping her tethered to the moment. She wasn’t alone, not anymore.

And for once, she allowed herself to trust in that.

The steady beep of medical monitors was the only sound in the sterile room. Y/n lay unconscious on the bed, her breathing even but shallow. The medics had worked quickly—Price had insisted on it—but now there was nothing to do but wait.

John stood at the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his expression darker than usual. His eyes never left her, watching for any sign of movement. The explosion replayed over and over in his mind—the moment she’d been thrown back, the blood seeping through her vest, the way she had nearly slipped out of his hands.

His fists clenched as he remembered how she had told him to leave her.

"Bloody stubborn," he muttered to himself, more frustration than anger in his voice.

He didn’t even hear Laswell approach until she was standing next to him, peering through the window at Y/n’s still form. "She’s tough, you know."

Price huffed, glancing briefly at Laswell before returning his gaze to Y/n. "Doesn't mean I can't be worried."

Laswell’s lips quirked into a small smile. "I didn’t say you couldn’t be."

Price didn’t respond, his eyes narrowing as Y/n shifted slightly, her fingers twitching as she stirred. He stepped forward, his entire body tense, but she quickly settled again, still unconscious.

Laswell raised an eyebrow at his reaction, folding her arms and leaning against the wall. "You’ve been standing there for hours, John."

“I’ve got time,” he muttered, jaw tightening. His gaze flicked briefly toward Laswell before turning back to Y/n.

Laswell sighed, studying him for a moment. "You know," she started, her voice lighter, "I've seen you worried before. But this—" she gestured to his stiff posture, his constant vigil by the door, "—this is something else."

Price remained silent, though his expression darkened.

Laswell smirked, clearly enjoying the rare opportunity to tease him. "So, should I congratulate you now? Or wait until she wakes up and you finally admit it?"

"Admit what, Laswell?" Price's voice was low and guarded, but the edge in his tone was unmistakable.

"Oh, come on, John," Laswell chuckled softly. "Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. I’ve seen the way you look at her. Half your team has, too."

Price’s brow furrowed, and he shifted uncomfortably, his arms tightening across his chest. "It’s not like that."

Laswell tilted her head, clearly unconvinced. "Right. Just like it wasn’t ‘like that’ when you practically carried her out of a collapsing building. Or when you haven’t left her side since she got patched up."

Price shot her a sharp look but didn’t respond. He wasn’t exactly one for open conversations about feelings. That much was clear.

Laswell, sensing his resistance, softened her tone just a bit. "John, she’s going to be fine. You don’t need to act like the world’s falling apart."

"I don’t take risks with my people," Price finally said, his voice rough. "She’s a good captain."

Laswell raised an eyebrow. "She is. But this isn’t about just her being a captain, is it?"

Price’s lips pressed into a thin line. He glanced over at Y/n again, watching her chest rise and fall. His shoulders stiffened slightly, his emotions barely restrained.

Laswell pushed off the wall, moving to stand beside him. Her expression was softer now, more knowing. "You care about her, John. It’s obvious. Maybe not to her, but... to the rest of us? It’s clear as day."

Price let out a slow breath, shaking his head. "It’s complicated, Laswell."

"Doesn’t have to be." She said with a small shrug.

For a moment, there was only silence between them, save for the quiet hum of the medical equipment. Price’s eyes remained locked on Y/n, his heart pounding in a way he wasn’t used to.

"She’ll be alright," Laswell said softly, patting him on the shoulder. "But maybe it’s time you stop pretending it’s just about the mission."

Price didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the steady rise and fall of Y/n’s chest. The tension in his shoulders never left, but something about Laswell’s words settled in the back of his mind, lingering.

Laswell, satisfied with the silence, turned to leave but couldn’t resist one last jab. "Just make sure when she wakes up, you’ve got a better excuse than ‘I’m worried about my people.’ She deserves better than that."

She left the room, leaving Price standing alone, the weight of her words heavy in the air. His eyes never left Y/n, and despite the storm of thoughts swirling in his head, one thing remained clear.

He wasn’t leaving her side anytime soon.

The soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing Y/n registered as she slowly drifted back to consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, taking in the dimly lit medical room. The sterile smell and the gentle hum of the machinery were familiar, but it took a moment for her mind to clear the fog.

Her body felt heavy, and a dull pain radiated from her side, but she managed to turn her head slightly. As she did, she noticed the faint figures of her team members—Fizz, Shrike, and Dancer—standing near the window, speaking in hushed tones. Their expressions were a mix of relief and concern.

"Captain’s awake!" Fizz's voice broke through the quiet, her face lighting up as she moved closer to the bed.

Y/n blinked slowly, trying to focus on the figure that approached. The room seemed warmer now, filled with the familiar presence of her team. But as she scanned the room, her eyes fell upon a different figure—a man slumped in a chair by the door.

John Price was fast asleep, his head tipped back, and his posture slouched. He was still in his tactical gear, though his helmet, gloves, and vest were set aside on a nearby table. The sight of him, so vulnerable and worn out, was a stark contrast to the usually stoic and commanding officer she was accustomed to.

"Price?" Y/n murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper.

The movement of her lips was enough to stir the sleeping man. Price’s eyes fluttered open, and he instantly straightened in his chair, blinking away the remnants of sleep. His gaze locked onto Y/n, and for a moment, his expression softened into a mix of relief and fatigue.

"Y/n," he said, his voice rough but filled with emotion. He pushed himself up from the chair, his movements quick and anxious as he approached her bedside. "You’re awake."

"Yeah," Y/n replied, her voice still weak. "Looks like I made it."

Price’s eyes didn’t leave hers, and he reached out a hand, his rough fingers brushing against hers in a gesture of reassurance. “You gave us quite a scare. How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been hit by a truck,” she replied with a small, pained smile. “But I’m alive.”

“You’re more than just alive,” Price said softly. “You’re one tough bastard. I’d have had a hell of a time explaining to your team if something happened to you.”

Y/n chuckled softly, wincing a bit at the pain. “I see you’ve been keeping a close eye on me.”

Price’s lips twitched into a small, weary smile. “Wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

As she continued to take in her surroundings, her team members moved closer. Fizz, Shrike, and Dancer each offered their own words of comfort and relief. Fizz handed her a small gift—a get-well-soon charm with a note that read, “Next time, don’t scare us like that!”

Dancer’s eyes were warm as she said, “The mission’s over. We’re just glad you’re okay.”

Shrike gave a nod of approval, her gaze softer than usual. “Good to see you back with us, Captain.”

Y/n tried to smile, her eyes darting back to Price. His attention was solely on her, but she could see the strain in his features, the concern that hadn’t fully eased. She reached out, her hand gently squeezing his.

“John, you should get some rest,” she said, her voice filled with concern.

Price shook his head, though his eyes were still tired. “I’m fine. You’re the one who needs to focus on getting better.”

Just then, the door to the medical room opened, and the members of Task Force 141 stepped in. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost entered, their expressions a mix of relief and concern. Soap was the first to approach, his face breaking into a wide grin.

“Thought we’d drop by,” Soap said, his voice filled with warmth. “Looks like yer none too worse fer wear.”

Y/n’s eyes lit up as she saw the familiar faces. “Soap, Gaz, Ghost—thanks for coming.”

Gaz stepped closer, his expression serious but with a hint of a smile. “We’re not letting you off easy. Had enough trouble keeping track of you.”

Ghost’s face was as unreadable as ever, but his eyes softened slightly as he nodded. “Glad you’re awake.”

The two teams mingled in the room, exchanging stories and updates. Price remained at Y/n’s side, his hand still holding hers, though he gave her a small nudge when the door creaked open again.

Laswell entered, her gaze flicking between the two teams. She smirked slightly as she saw Price’s protective stance. “Well, well, seems like everyone’s here.”

Price looked up, his expression a mix of exhaustion and embarrassment. “Kate.”

Laswell chuckled softly, moving closer. “John, you’ve been standing guard for hours. It’s nice to see you care, but don’t you think it’s time to take a break?”

Price shook his head, though his eyes were still tired. “I’m fine. Just making sure she’s alright.”

Laswell’s gaze softened as she glanced between Price and Y/n. “And you’ve been making sure she’s more than just alright.”

Y/n managed a weak but warm smile. “John’s been quite the sentinel.”

Laswell raised an eyebrow, her teasing tone still light. “Well, it seems like the Captain’s getting quite a bit of attention. Maybe you’ll get some rest soon, Price.”

As the room filled with laughter and the camaraderie of both teams, Price’s gaze never wavered from Y/n. Despite the jokes and the lighthearted banter, it was clear that his concern ran deep.

Y/n glanced at her team, then back at Price. The room was filled with a sense of camaraderie and relief. Despite the mission’s outcome and the pain she was feeling, there was something comforting about having both teams gathered around her, and about Price’s steadfast presence.

As the nurse came in to check on her, the room began to fill with a more normal hustle and bustle. Price stayed close, his hand still in hers, as if anchoring himself to her.

“You know,” Y/n said softly, trying to lighten the mood, “If you wanted to keep me company, you didn’t have to wait until I was in the hospital.”

Price’s tired eyes met hers, and he managed a small, genuine smile. “Don’t think I had much of a choice, Captain.”

Y/n’s gaze softened as she looked at him, realizing that despite the chaos and danger, there was something comforting in his presence. For now, she was content to focus on recovering and the quiet reassurance that, for once, someone cared deeply enough to guard her—even in their moments of vulnerability.

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[ 📹 A dead Palestinian child is pulled from the rubble after the Israeli occupation army bombed a residential home belonging to the Al-Saadi family in the Sheikh Radwan neighborhood, north of Gaza City. ]

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ISRAELI OCCUPATION FORCES SLAUGHTER CIVILIANS AS GENOCIDE CONTINUES

The Israeli occupation forces continued their genocide in the Gaza Strip on Wednesday, slaughtering the civilian population in their homes, tents and facilities wherever they can be found.

According to official Palestinian news agency WAFA, the Israeli occupation army bombed and shelled residential buildings in the Sheikh Radwan neighborhood, north of Gaza City, resulting in the deaths of four Palestinian civilians, including women and children, and wounding several others.

Similarly, occupation warplanes bombed in the vicinity of the entrance to the Al-Bureij Refugee Camp, in the central Gaza Strip, while at the same time, Zionist vehicles opened machine gun fire towards the residential neighborhood of Al-Zaytoun, southeast of Gaza City.

Elsewhere, witnesses reported seeing Zionist soldiers surround an occupied civilian house with at least 10 residents inside, including women and children, in the town of Al-Qarara, north of Khan Yunis, in the southern Gaza Strip.

Previously on Wednesday, occupation forces bombed a residential house in central Gaza, killing 5 Palestinians, while another bombing targeted a vehicle belonging to the Electricity Distribution Company, south of Gaza.

In more Israeli atrocities, Zionist fighter jets bombed a group of tents housing displaced Palestinian families in Khan Yunis, in the southern Gaza Strip, slaughtering 5 civilians and wounding a number of others.

According to reporting by Turkish news outlet Anadolu News Agency, occupation warplanes bombed a gathering of civilian displacement tents in Hamad Town, a residential neighborhood north of Khan Yunis, which resulted in the deaths of 5 Palestinian civilians and wounded several others.

At the same time, the Israeli occupation army continued military operations in the Khan Yunis Governate, pummeling residential neighborhoods with artillery shelling, missiles and bombs, while Zionist soldiers detonated a number of homes and residential buildings.

Reporting states that the occupation army began a surprise attack on the city of Khan Yunis almost immediately after issueing evacuation orders for the eastern areas of the city, the same neighborhoods that were previously declared to be a humanitarian "safe zone" for displaced civilian families.

As of the time of reporting, at least 129 Palestinians have been killed in the operation, while more than 400 others have been wounded in the ongoing ground and air assault.

As a result of the Israeli occupation's ongoing war of extermination in the Gaza Strip, the current endlessly rising death toll now exceeds 39'145 Palestinians killed, while another 90'257 others have been wounded since the start of the current round of Zionist aggression, begining with the events of October 7th, 2023.

This brings the total casualty count to more than 129'402, or the equivalent of 5.62% of the 2.3 million Palestinian residents of the Gaza Strip.

July 24th, 2024

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