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Assistant: Title: Easy
        Author: Danibee_33 Danibee_33 
        Chapter: 3/53 
        Summary: Reader, call sign “Easy”, was contracted to the 141 as an intel specialist. She’s smart and persuasive, and her vast skill set makes her an invaluable addition; but once a certain broody, masked lieutenant gets under her skin, she makes it her new mission to break him once and for all.But, who will break who?
        Contents: Chapter 3
    

    

        
          
          
            content warning: it gets a little dark/slightly graphic depiction of death
          
        

      
        
          First of all.. thank you guys SO much for all the support on this fic!! You’re all beyond amazing🫶🏻🫶🏻Secondly, I hope you enjoy♥️
      
  

  
  
    
    "Good mornin', bonnie."Soap struts into the small kitchen, his usual lopsided grin tugging at his lips, and you don't miss how his eyes roam over your body before meeting yours,"Whatcha lookin' for?""Coffee.. I'd f@ck@ng kill for some right now.” You grunt out, turning again towards the cabinets, having to lean up on your tiptoes to continue your hunt  “And what does 'bonnie' mean?"He chuckles lightly, moving behind you, his chest grazing your shoulder as he reaches to the top of the cabinet you’re looking in. Your body reacts to just his proximity, chills spreading everywhere he’s touching you. F@ck, what had gotten into me? You shake your head lightly, gasping to see a small box of instant coffee in front of your face,"Beautiful." Soap whispers the word right behind your ear, and you feel your neck and cheeks bloom with heat,"What?" You ask, turning to look up at him with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion,He's still so close, his scent wrapping around you, "Bonnie.. it's means beautiful."You bite back a smile as you duck under his arm, crouching to look into a lower cabinet for a cup or mug, hiding your face as much as you could, "I like that..""Wha' was that?" His tone is playful, moving to lean against the counter by your head.A rough grunt pulls you both away from the moment, and you want to just climb into the dusty cabinet when you hear Soap greet the man,"Mornin', LT! Found some coffee, want a cup?"Ghost's grunt this time is more disgusted than anything, "No. But I'd love a tea.""F@ck@ng Brits.." You say, standing up to reveal your position, noticing how Ghost's posture seems to grow impossibly more tense as he looks at you, your nearness to Soap not going unnoticed,"You look tired, Easy.. late night?" The lieutenant's voice drips with sarcasm as his shadowed eyes track your movement across the kitchen,"Hmm.. I'm sure it wasn't any later than yours." You bite back as a sly smirk settles across your lips. Of course he had to know that you knew.. you practically sent him an invitation to witness your night with his captain.Soap watches your standoff with a curious smile, looking between the two of you before grabbing of mug of his own, reaching out to take yours, "Gonna go find some hot water.""Thanks, Johnny." You say sweetly, looking up at him under your lashes as his fingers graze over yours before looking back towards Ghost.As soon as the other man leaves, you heave yourself up to sit on the counter, readjusting to relieve the slight ache between your legs,"What are you doin'?"His voice breaks the short silence as he steps closer, and you can sense the anger that seems to radiate around the space. You keep your voice quiet, and your expression innocent as you meet his eyes, "What do you mean?"The mountain of a man moves far too fast for how large he is, reaching you in one long stride before wrapping his hand around your throat, the back of your head hitting the cabinet with a heavy thunk,"Stop playin’ games, Easy."You should not be this aroused by his roughness, by his low voice, or how his torso leans into you, forcing your thighs to spread even wider. His grip prevents you from speaking, so you just smile back at him, having to look at him with hooded eyes as he keeps your head pressed against the wood surface behind you,"Who's next? Gaz, maybe? You want me to watch while he f@cks you, too?""Do you want that?"If you could've taken a picture of his shock, you would have, as he looks back you now with something different in his eyes, something slightly less angry. But, without warning he lets go, backing away to his original spot by the entrance just as Price rounds the corner, his deep cerulean eyes flicking between the two of us. You, still sitting on the counter, and Ghost leaning against the wall, his hands shoved in his pockets,"Are you lot ever goin' to get along?"He moves to where you sit, keeping his demeanor as professional as always, even though the memory of you calling him "Daddy" not even eight hours ago flashes intensely through your mind,"Oh, I think we get along just fine, sir."Price cuts his eyes with a tiny smirk, looking over you before sighing and walking back to where Ghost stands, "We're headin' out tonight, debrief's in thirty."We nod, not having another moment to say anything more as Soap walks back in, two steaming mugs in his hands,"This place is a f@ck@n' maze. Freaks me out.”-------------------------------"Easy, give us an overview."You take the captain's place at the head of the table, "Egress will start here," you circle an area of the building blueprint, tapping it for emphasis, "once we have most of them lured into the building, Soap will blow the charges he's placed," Johnny nods excitedly,"Ka-freakin'-boom, baby."A smile pulls at your lips, but you continue, "That should level this whole place, giving us time to get the hell out of Dodge before they're able to recover." Everyone studies the map, memorizing each place you've already scouted as you point to it, "RV will be two kilometers due South."Price comes back up to join you, nodding as he addresses the team, "Our ticket out of 'ere will be at the RV at 2300, they will not wait on us, this exfil will be hot. Understood?"The men sound off their acknowledgments, "All right, get packed up and rest while you can, it's goin’ to be a long night."As you move to file out behind the rest, you feel a tug at your arm, "Easy, a word."You don't miss the way Ghost's eyes catch yours with a smug wink, and it only adds fuel to the fire you felt earlier when he had you by the throat, but you shove all that away as the door closes, leaving you and the captain alone,"Just wanted to check in.."His leans against the table, long fingers wrapped around the edge on either side as he braces himself, looking back at you under his brow. He has his sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and the way the muscles flex and his veins pop is nearly enough to make you salivate, but you also shove that away, moving in front of him,"We're good." You drawl out, giving him a smile, "What happened here will be buried along with the rest of it, hmm?"A chuckle rumbles through his chest, and again the sound is so rich in your ears that it only makes you want to hear more. What you aren't expecting is him to pull you closer, keeping a hand on your waist as he tangles the other in your braid, "That's right.."You lean into him, closing the short distance to press your lips to his, softly mewling from the familiar tickle of his beard as he deepens the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue-A heavy knock at the door startles you both and you back away quickly, regaining your composure just as Ghost opens the door,"Sir, Laswell is on the radio."Price nods curtly, “Good. We’re working on gettin’ that shipment intercepted..He leaves the room, but Ghost doesn't. Instead he closes the door, twisting the small lock on the knob before turning to face you,"You just can't help yourself..” His voice is low and raspy as he stalks towards you, dropping his head just slightly the closer he gets, his eyes boring into yours, "Can you?"You swallow thickly, craning your neck to look up at him, "What?"His body pushes flush against yours, forcing you to step backwards, the edge of the table pressing into the back of your thighs. Ghost laughs, and the unfamiliar sound is a shock to your system as you look back at him with narrowed eyes, "You just can't help bein' such a wanton little sl@t, hm?""Well, it seems to have done something for you and your team, no?" You press your hands against his vest, slowly sliding them up towards his neck, almost reaching your destination before he roughly wraps his hands around your wrists and jerks you forward painfully, you watch as his eyes search for anything to use against you, because yours are doing the same, straining to gather any information from the small bit of him you do get to see.You lean your face up to his, close enough to feel the heat of his breath through the black fabric of his balaclava,"What do you want, Ghost?" You whisper, looking over his covered face slowly, still studying him, his body language. And you get the moment you were waiting for, the smallest, nearly imperceptible falter in his stance.You move quickly, hooking your leg around his knee and pushing your weight into him, successfully catching him off guard enough to lose his balance momentarily. You capitalize on his lapse of control, using your body weight and momentum to bring him to the ground, a small dagger in your hand pressed right against his jugular,"I think you forget who I am, Lieutenant. So, let me remind you." You growl, retrieving another knife from your side, using the tip of the blade to lift the balaclava just enough to expose a small bit of his pale skin,"Easy.." His voice is breathless beneath you, and hearing it sends a fresh wave of arousal flooding through you, a tightness pulling at your aching core.You don't relent though, pressing down just enough to draw the smallest pr@ck of blood, the deep crimson standing out harshly against the ivory beneath it. Moving the knife again, you feel his hand slowly grasp your wrist. His chest is heaving under you, and you realize your own breathing has grown labored, the heat of his body combining with yours, the tension quickly reaching a boiling point.Tutting your tongue at him, you pull away from his hand, sheathing the knife once more but still keeping the other pressed into the dark fabric at his throat, "Say it again."His eyes squint in confusion, "What?""Tell me what a sl@t I am."The laugh that emanates from him is cut off by a hiss of pain as you knick the skin beneath your blade, his eyes growing darker than you've ever seen them, pupils almost completely blown as he looks back at you,"Oh.. I can show you what a sl@t you are, Easy. Is that what you want?"It's your turn to laugh, though you can't say there's much amusement in it because you're far too busy trying to quell the throbbing in your c@nt,"I'm sure you'd like that."You stand, spinning the dagger blade down as you move quickly, wanting to put as much distance between yourself and Ghost as you could. The rage you feel consumes you; why do I let him to do this? Why do I always let him win? And, why are you so f@ck@ng turned on by every encounter you have with the frustrating man. The longer you walk down the hallway, you find yourself clenching your fists, feeling the familiar urge to break something, as if by doing so it might make you feel whole again somewhere deep down. You thought you had a hold on your anger, but there's just something about the lieutenant that lures it to the forefront; draws your darkness out because he can sense it matches his own.Lost in your thoughts, you startle slightly at the shrill sound of your phone ringing,“What’s up, Cap?””Got the orders from Laswell. It’s time to give Mr. Flores the bad news.” His voice is softer than usual, and you hate that it only seems to heighten your rage.“Understood.”You end the call before he can say anything else.It takes no time to end up at the room Mateo is held in, punching in the door code and entering slowly. No one is here, just the man strapped to the chair, his head hanging limply until he hears the door shut, exhausted gaze finding yours quickly,"Ah.. Diablesa. My angel..""I'm not your angel, Mateo."A smile pulls at his bruised and bloodied lips, "But you are.. because what is the Devil if not a fallen angel?""Is that so?" You stand in front of him now, watching as he nods slowly, letting his head loll to the side,"Mm.. Yes. You brought me here, and I see now, that you saved me.. from that shell of a life I was pretending to live.."His tired eyes grow distant, as if mentally he simply isn't here anymore. You move closer, crouching to look up at him,"Mateo.. what you did mean by what you said yesterday? The wicked seek the wicked?""You know, my abeulita could see things.. she could see peoples auras, the light their souls give to the world."You sigh, rubbing a hand over your eyes and squinting at the dull ache behind them. Everything the man had been through was obviously beginning to take its toll; pain, lack of sleep, lack of food, he was becoming delusional,"Your aura? Oh.. my Diablesa, yours is dark. That is the devil, but do you want to know how I see you are my angel?""How?" You'll indulge him, he doesn't have much longer to live anyway,"There is gold in your soul.. it's just barely hanging on, but I see it. It fights for you."You know you aren't suppose to give his words any merit, but it's the way he looks at you, how his eyes dart back and forth and up and down, the way he studies you, and you get the sense he isn't just making this up. This isn't some sort of delusion fueled joke to him, he's deadly serious."You are not wicked in your core like those men. They have no light, they only consume it."Can he even begin to know how wrong he is? There is no light in you, no gold, no warmth.. no, you consume those things, you are no better than a parasite. You are full of an inky blackness, full of venom and rage. You are no one's angel."But, you see.." You speak, moving to slowly walk around him, your voice low and gentle, "that's not true, Mateo." Your hand slides over his shoulder and he leans into the soft touch, "I am wicked, and I like being that way. So, no, I am no better than them,"Completing the small circle, you lean down, running your fingers through his dirty hair, tugging it back so he is forced to look up at you. He smiles again, and you realize that with the lamp light above you that you might actually look like an angel to him now, with the ghostly yellow glow framing your silhouette like a halo. Good.. that's good, at least you can give him this small kindness, feeding into his delusion as you bring your lips a breath away from his,"I'm worse." You whisper.The next moments are the first familiar thing you've gotten to do in a long time, as your blade slices through the thin skin of his neck. You watch as his eyes grow wide and his body empties itself of blood, looking back at you right up until his pupils dilate, dark brown irises glazing over as his body goes limp. This was mercy, wasn't it? Better this, than letting the explosion bury him alive, alone. You considered that merciful, it's what you would want, afterall.You wipe the blade on his pants before putting it away, and walking out the door, not bothering to close it on your way.---------------------------"F@ck.."You stand next to Price under the large awning, watching the sheets of rain pelt down before you. The captain shifts his weight from one leg to the other,”About Mr. Flores.. " There’s that soft voice again, it irks you, digs deep into your skin, but you plaster on a smile as you look up to him,”It’s done. Let’s worry about this sh@t-show, ok?”"F@ck@n' pishin' a doon out there." Soap jogs up behind us, slightly out of breath as you look up at him with a questioning gaze before a gravelly voice speaks up,"Speak English, MacTavish.Ghost is right behind him, casting an annoyed side-eye to the Scot, only to receive a sarcastic smirk in return, "Sorry, sir. Lemme translate, it's raining f@ck@ng hard." Soap says each word with a corresponding head bob as he imitates a very bad English accent, and you can't help but to giggle at their bickering."Cap," Gaz runs out of the building, "we've gotta go. They've already tripped the outer wire..""Bl@@dy hell. All right, let's move."We head back through the winding hallways, gathering whatever we could carry lightly before arming ourselves. You slide your vest on, tightening it down how you like it before filling it with extra magazines and ammo, adding your throwing knives and a couple flash bangs. You're rebraiding your hair into a tight plait when Ghost rounds the corner, his eyes raking over you before moving past without a word; but you feel the odd static-like sensation that ripples over your skin as his presence fills the room,"You're with me." Ghost's voice is low, almost like he didn't actually want me to hear what he said,"Excuse me?""With the change of plans, Price wants us both on the roof to pick off as many stragglers as we can."He holds your sniper rifle out without looking away from his own gear, and you take it with a frustrated grunt, looking it over before sliding a fresh magazine in it and making sure a round is chambered,"Wonderful." You seethe, sauntering out of the locker room to make your way to the debrief room, making sure to channel all your emotions into focus, you'll need it to get through the next few hours. Walking through the door, you see Soap and Gaz sitting with their feet propped up already kitted out, and their rifles settled next to them as they throw a ball back and forth across the table. Gaz throws the ball at your head just as you're laying your rifle on the table, but you catch it gracefully, beaming right back at him,"Oh, sh@t-"You watch Soap nearly fall out of his chair laughing as Gaz clutches at his chest where the ball had hit with just enough force to knock a little bit of breath from lungs, "D@mn.. Easy.""F@ck@n' ruthless.." Soap exclaims between laughs, sighing before looking over towards where you stand, "Cap put ya on overwatch, eh?"Now it's your turn to sigh, your lips settling into a tight line as you nod, "Yeah. Ghost and I will be picking stragglers while you run the wire.""Ahh.. well, I feel safe in your hands, Bonnie.""You're so corny, mate." Gaz mumbles, throwing the ball at Johnny this time, hitting him in the shoulder since he wasn't paying attention."Aye.. but I'm charming." He retorts with a grin, winking at you before getting up to retrieve the ball.It's only a few minutes before Price walks in, Ghost right on his heels with his sniper rifle easily cradled in his massive arms as he finds a corner to loom in,"Are there any questions? Comments, concerns, b@tch@s, moans, whines, or complaints? No? Perfect. You all have your roles, let's get this done, and get home. All of us, yeah?"You look around at the small group, their stony gazes matching your own as you all nod, readying yourselves a final time before filing out of the room,"See you at RV." Soaps says to you with an easy smile, and you bump the top of his fist before doing the same to Gaz, looking at Price with a small nod and a smile before turning your back to them, only to find Ghost's dark gaze already fixed on yours, instantly dimming your mood. He walks with you, both of your footsteps quiet against the linoleum beneath you, neither of you breaking the silence as you begin to climb the stairwell higher towards the roof.Ten floors up, you make it to a door marked with an aged placard, NO ACCESS. Ghost looks down at you as he wraps a hand around the handle, silently checking in; and that's one thing you can tolerate about him you suppose, how he doesn't feel the need to fill a silence with unnecessary chatter or questions. You nod, raising your pistol as the door creaks open, pushing out into the onslaught of rain as Ghost follows right behind, working as a team to clear your surroundings before quickly making it to the base of the tower,"I'll take high, you take low?" You ask, blinking away the rain as it blows across your face, absently wondering if his balaclava ever becomes a hinderance in this type of weather, but again, he doesn't speak, just nods as he looks up at the tower. You holster your pistol, double checking the sling of your rifle before starting your ascent, thankful for the worn in rubber grips on the palms of your gloves as the wind and rain continue to assault you."Ghost, how copy?" You check coms as you find a good position to set up, slinging your small backpack off to use it as a prop for your bi-pod, cringing as you lay flat on the rusted and wet metal,
  "Good copy. You in position?"
"Getting there."You lay with your legs spread, heels down and pointing towards each other, right hand holding the stock of your rifle as you make tiny adjustments to get the most comfortable trigger grip before sliding your left hand under the stock to grasp your right bicep, creating an extra bit of assistance as you steady your sights. Peering through the scope, you start finding your landmarks and distances, mentally noting the information along with accounting for other variables, such as the wind and rain."In position. You good?"
  "Yeah."
There's a brief static that crackles through the radio, "Overwatch, how copy?""Overwatch is solid." You reply to Price.
  "Perfect. Shouldn't be long."
The rain is unrelenting as you lay there, thanking whatever gods or goddesses above that it's not cold as the rain permeates the last bit of dry fabric on your body, leaving you completely soaked. That would have been a real b@tch,"You seein' this, Easy?""Ghost's voice is quiet, and you search for whatever he sees, finally landing on a seemingly insignificant opening in the underbrush,"I see it. No movement-" Just as the word leaves your mouth you see the brush shift, the insignificant movement enough for you to make out the very human shape of said brush, "Contact."
  "There you go. You want it?"
For a brief moment you're taken aback by his courtesy, but you quickly refocus, lining up the shot, "Such a gentleman." You coo, squeezing the trigger in an easy, fluid motion, relishing in the recoil as you watch a mist of pink explode around your target. That one shot is the catalyst for what happens in the next moments, Price shouting over the radio, Soap and Gaz shouting back their acknowledgments as they all convene at their own pre-determined spot. Meanwhile, the trees around the building come to life as bodies seem to materialize out of the leaves and branches, moving towards and into the warehouse; your goal is to try and draw as many of them in as we can, taking perfectly calculated shots, you and Ghost never expose your location, so that it seems like it's coming from inside instead of from above.It turns into an effortless game between you, the silenced shots ringing out against the background noise around us,
  "Two just exited, takin’ the right."
You fire simultaneously, the targets dropping in heaps on the ground just as Price's voice rings in your ears, "Overwatch, wire is set, clear the area. Now."Without a thought, you pick yourself up, feeling five times heavier now that your gear is sopping wet. Sliding down the ladder, you almost fall into Ghost at the bottom, not expecting him to be so close so suddenly; but you can't deny that you want nothing more than to lean into his unnatural warmth as he steadies you before moving towards the edge of the roof,"Ready?"Looking up to him and then to the repel line, you nod, watching as he moves gracefully, tethering himself to the line before easily gliding to the muddy ground below. As soon as he's away from the line, you hook up, mimicking his movements to guide your weight down the building, landing with a thud as your boots squish into the wet earth. Just as you release your tether, you hear the furthest charges begin to detonate. F@ck, it's too early."Move!" Ghost pushes you towards a separate building, his presence steady behind you as you break into a sprint, the thundering explosions getting closer with every step. He reaches the door first, kicking it in before grabbing your waist, the final set of charges blowing as he pulls you into his chest. The force of the subsequent shockwaves throws you both further into the darkness, but his arms wrap tightly around you as he hits the floor violently, cushioning your fall; there's no time to linger though, feeling the heat of the explosives fill the building in a flash as your lungs struggle to breathe in the hot air.You make it to your feet, pulling Ghost's hands with you as you scramble away from the searing heat, “C'mon.. Get up." You grunt out through gritted teeth, finally feeling his weight ease up, “Simon!"His name seems to take you both by surprise, but it does the job, rousing him enough to get to his feet, your hand still wrapped around his arm as you both run away from the blast, away from the fire."Are you ok?" You look over him, pulling his face down, "Hey! Give me something.."Ghost nods in your hands, blinking a few times before pulling away, immediately scanning the area around you. It's a garage of sorts, a rusted hull of a car sitting in the corner, and a few motorcycles sit covered in dust. He moves towards them, and you follow, not entirely sure what he's thinking or if he's even in his right mind at the moment until he hands you a helmet,"No."He looks down at you, arm still held out in your direction, "Take it.""I'd rather take my chances on foot. Do you even know how to ride? And, it's f@ck@ng pouring rain, no. No, there's no way."Just like this morning, the man moves much too fast for how large he is, pulling you forward by the nape of your neck, "Get on the f@ck@ng bike, Easy, or I will leave you here."You want to smack him away, but the distant sound of gunfire stops you. He moves, straddling the bike and turning the key until it screams to life before pulling on his own helmet. This is so stupid, there's no f@ck@ng way you're just going to let this happen, is there? Apparently there is, because next thing you know, you're climbing on the motorcycle behind him, tightening the chin strap of your helmet,"Hold on."The bike lurches forward, heading for the open door you both came through and all of sudden you're forced to pull yourself tighter against his back, holding a death grip on his vest as he jumps the threshold. As with most things, Ghost is proficient when it comes to expertly maneuvering the motorcycle, and you just try to lean when he leans and move as he moves, your eyes tightly clenched until you feel the terrain turn from rough and bumpy to smooth asphalt. Only then do you dare to look, but only just enough to realize you've made it to an actual road, and you think it must be the road you pointed out on the map. The road that will take you almost directly to the RV.Yet, the rain doesn't relent, and you can feel each drop hitting you even through your shirt and pants, it almost feels solid at this speed, like tiny glass beads pelting against your skin; and you can only imagine how it must feel for Ghost being in front.After a few minutes, you let yourself lean into him, your arms tightly wrapping as far as they could around his waist. But, that’s when the world seems to tilt on it's axis, as one moment you're upright, and the next, the bike is careening down the pavement, tossing you a long with it.You can't tell which way is which, what's up or down, or left or right, you just feel yourself skimming across the shallow surface of water, flailing to anchor yourself to anything but it's no use. Just as you shut your eyes to wait for the inevitable moment your body collides with something solid, a large hand wraps around yours in a brutal hold as Ghost pulls you towards him, holding you as close as he can as you both continue to slide across the pavement together, finally tumbling off the side of the road. His large frame taking the brunt of the impact yet again,"Are you ok?" He grabs you by the helmet, pulling it off far more gentle than you expect, his eyes searching over every inch of you, "Easy?"You push his hands away, rolling over to your hands and knees, "I'm fine. And.. Is it too soon to say, I f@ck@ng told you so!?”He just looks back at you with an incredulous expression before schooling his features into a lazy glare, shaking his head as he walks away, back towards the motorcycle. F@ck@ng pr@ck.. Now that the fear is gone, you feel the bubbling rage take it's place as you watch him pick up the death-trap, walking it a little ways before swinging a leg over, the engine somehow rumbling back to life."You're joking.. right?" You have to practically shout over the sound of the engine paired with the thunder that now rolls through the sky, but of course, he doesn't say anything back. Fixing the helmet over his head before giving you an annoyed look,"Get on.""F@ck you."In a moment of petty frustration, you throw your helmet at him, and watch with smug satisfaction as it takes him by surprise, hitting his shoulder with a thud before falling to the ground. Ghost moves slowly, too slowly, pushing the kickstand out before gracefully swinging his leg over, removing his helmet, also too slowly, to set it down on the seat; there's a moment that you feel the urge to run, but quickly think better of it, choosing to hold your ground as he saunters over, hips swaying with each deliberate step,"Get on. Or, I leave you 'ere."You smirk, blinking up at him as the rain falls over your lashes, "Ask me nicely, then.”He chuckles darkly, his eyes growing darker the longer he looks down at you before looking back down the road, squinting to see through the thick rain. You hear it too, the distant sound of vehicles, following his gaze before speaking,"Let's go through the forest.""Not fast enough.""Ghost.."He looks at you again, and as much you hate the desperation in your voice, you can't help it. One wreck was enough, you were both lucky to have gotten out of it without serious injury, and with no sign of the rain letting up anytime soon, you really would rather take your chances on foot because at least that way you had some semblance of control.Ghost rolls his eyes, returning to the bike to kick it down into the ditch on the opposite side before following after you. You slide down the muddy embankment and run into the trees just as a truck flies around the corner and skids to a stop. Only watching for a few seconds, you see three men search around where the bike lay before you take off deeper into the woods, struggling to keep up with Ghost's much longer strides.You can't say how much time passes before he finally slows, head constantly on a swivel as he takes in everything around us,"Keep up, Easy.""We can't all have f@ck@ng giraffe legs.""Bl@@dy hell.. not everything requires a witty f@ck@ng comment.""But it does make it more interesting."He shakes his head, but says nothing more as we continue to trudge our way through the dense underbrush; and as the sun finally dips below the horizon and the murky gray clouds turn into inky blackness, the rain suddenly stops. The silence leaves you oddly missing the white noise it provided, as now all you can hear are your own breaths, and the disgusting sloshing of your wet socks in your wet boots; and all you can feel is the way the fabric on your skin feels too heavy, clinging too close against you.Ghost halts, bringing his right hand up balled into a fist to signal "stop". You crouch, gripping your pistol close to your chest as you slowly turn, eyes scanning through the darkness before letting out a low whistle. It takes a few seconds, but at last, you both hear it, the correct two-toned whistle response; it was just a silly code you had started making with Gaz, but Soap quickly picked it up, and even eventually even got Price and Ghost to admit it wasn't an awful idea to have something in case coms were down.You move towards the whistle, Ghost by your side, his body so close you can feel his arm brushing against yours,"'Bout f@ck@n' time. Steamin' Jesus, thought we were gonna have to come back for you two." Soap steps out of the underbrush, eyes wide with concern as he looks over you both, "What happened?"Price and Gaz also make their way out of the shadows, just as soaked as you were,"Princess here didn't want to take the motorbike."You scoff at him, "WE CRASHED.""Don't be dramatic.""Don't try to act like it's my fault."He steps into your space, but you step closer instead of backing away, "Stop bein' such a f@ck@n' brat, Easy.""That's enough." Price steps forward now, resting a large hand over Ghost's shoulder, patting it gently enough to get his attention, "We've got forty-five minutes until exfil, let's lay low, get the hell out of here, and then you two have my permission to rip each other's head off because I'm bl@@dy tired of hearin' it."You look back at the two of them with a sickly sweet smile, "Can't wait."'
User: I mean at the end of the book
User: I mean at the end of the book
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