Of course you had to, the moment you heard those blush painted lips utter "It's too dangerous to let anyone down there, you know. I keep my priceless treasures there, it would be far too easy to break things." She'd smiled, with a devilish twinkle in her eye.
You're not usually a rule breaker, but this is a stuffy dinner party, you're in a dress that feels uncomfortable for reasons you can't name. And so you'd crept down the stairs, only to feel her breath on your neck.
"I told you not to go down here. But maybe I knew that you couldn't help yourself." It's dark, until she flips a switch. There are no expensive heirlooms that you can see. It's something far more unsettling.
Around you unfolds a stark white room with a metal table in the center and a tray of medical instruments.
"It wasn't a lie, you know. This is precious to me. Not these silly tools, but what they're going to do to you. "
Before you can process it, your body goes numb and you fall to the floor unconscious.
When you open your eyes, a man is standing above you in a surgical mask and coat.
"Thank God, a doctor," your relief is cut short by the realization that this is the same room. His eyes crinkle in a smile, and you hear the woman laughing heartily.
"I bet you were wondering why my husband wasn't attending the party! Well, the secret's out. You see, we've decided we want another man in our relationship to experiment with. " The "doctor" is inching his hands up your dress with a cold instrument you can't see.
You'd been rendered speechless, but now you couldn't help exclaiming "What the fuck are you talking about? I'm not a man, in case you hadn't noticed. Why the hell do you need an operating room to find a boyfriend anyway?"
"Oh, darling. We're not going to find a boyfriend. We're going to make one. The husband finally speaks, only to distract you from the syringe he's plunging into your thigh.
Warnings:Angst, Death, bit of fluff at the beginning, but it goes downhill fast.
*Readers callsign is Bishop*
I saw @edible-tidepods wanted a story written, so I wrote it. I hope this suits you!
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The howling of the wind was heard inside of the small barn they had set up camp in for the night. You were right beside Ghost, trying to eat your food you were gave. You were shaken up badly today. Just barely making a swift getaway and dodging two sniper shots. You were scared, but now that you had made it this far, you had started to calm down.
“You feeling any better, love?” Ghost asks quietly
You nod and he hums in satisfaction before going back to his food.
“The sniper wasn’t what I was afraid of.” You whisper, which brings his attention back to you.
“What are you afraid of?” Ghost asks
“Dying alone. You guys were far from where I was. I was afraid that I was going to die alone.” You reply
“Listen to me, love. You got me and the rest of the boys to protect you. I also know you’re one tough bastard, so I know you can handle yourself out there. You won’t die alone, you won’t even die so please don’t stress yourself out.” Ghosts voice wavers a bit but finished off stronger than before.
You nod and he squeezed your hand. You felt safe when you were with the group, but those odd times where you get separated, you can’t help but let those “what ifs” enter your thoughts.
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“The plan is simple, we cut across the bridge, we open up the main roads and we swallow them up.” Laswell finished the briefing and Soap nudged you and smiled
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He smiled
“Running over the plan mentally in my head” you reply.
“Don’t think too hard, that’s how you get distracted.”
The briefing was finished and you all were dismissed to hear up for the final push. You double layered when you saw the snow falling heavier than yesterday.
“It’ll be easier for us to blend in with the snow, keep footprints light and remember no gunshots unless necessary.” Price says
You follow behind Ghost who managed to block the snow with his huge figure. Crouching behind the wall, Price fills out the teams.
“Gaz you’re with me and Farah. Soap, you’re with Ghost and Bishop.”
You could feel your fingers start to get cold, rubbing your hands together, Ghost discreetly hands you a pair of his gloves that you slipped over yours. You followed behind the two men as you tread over the bridge. Thankfully the snow had picked up and you were certain you were fully covered by Mother Nature.
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The snow had completely taken over and made it damn well impossible to see. You had reached out to grab Ghost before he completely was invisible and he pulled you behind him to the one wall of the facility to regroup.
“You doing ok, Bishop?” He asks
You nod frantically and he continues pulling you to where you two needed to be to help Soap clear a building. You blinked once as you followed him down a path, when your eyes opened again, he was gone. That quick. You rush forward, but you came to a standstill when there was three paths that you were presented with.
The one on the left had faint footprints that were being covered by the snow, so following them, you saw the facility’s building you were supposed to clear. The only problem, Ghost was nowhere to be found. He surely hadn’t passed this empty tarmac to the building, so it became clear you had took a wrong turn. Rushing back down the alleyway, you look to find where Ghost had disappeared to.
Ghost hadn’t known you went missing until he stopped to ask for your flare. That’s when he was made aware you had got separated.
“Bishop, this is ghost. How copy?”
“Bishop, how copy?” He tries again.
“Do you want me to find her?” Soap came over the coms
“Negative. You finish this and I’ll go for her.” Ghost says
Soap agreed and finished off the enemies while Ghost went on the search for you.
“Bishop this is Ghost. How copy?”
What the fuck had happened to your coms? He just hoped that you were safe somewhere.
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You were lost in the snow, completely unable to see. You began to panic as you didn’t know what lurked in the snow, your fears got the best of you and you began to think that you could die, right here and alone.
You heard footsteps crunching in the snow, you braced yourself for what was out there. Your eyes caught a big figure out of the snow, you smile seeing the familiar figure coming into focus and you rush to get up.
It’s only when they come fully into view, that you fucked up big time. It wasn’t Ghost, but a bigger enemy that had shown up. He had yet to spot you, but you panicked and raised your gun and took a shot. Dropping him, you took a moment to collect yourself. What you didn’t take into consideration was the quick bit of light your gun gave off, which was all the sniper needed.
You felt the bullet enter your chest. You gasp out and fall backwards before collecting yourself and pulling yourself to move. Surely they’d have a scout coming to check for a fatality.
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“you hear that?” Soap asks over coms
“I just hope they didn’t hit their target” Ghost replied shakily
“Im sure y/n is fine. They’re a tough bastard” soap says as he scans the tarmac and anywhere he seen footprints
The search for you had been going on for over an hour now and Ghosts heart kept beating faster as he took longer to find you.
“Bishop, this is Soap. How copy?” He tried this time, but to no one’s surprise, you didn’t answer.
You weren’t sure why your coms weren’t working, but there was nothing worse than have dead coms when the team weren’t near you. You had slipped and fallen into a corner and tried to patch yourself up, but the way your limbs were growing heavy, you knew it wasn’t going to go your way.
“I didn’t want to die alone.” Your voice was weak but at least you heard it. Your head fell to the side as your breathing grew weaker and you just accepted that was it. A mission gone wrong, a mission you wouldn’t be returning from.
Seeing a figure emerge from the snow, you about panicked with what little strength you had left, but when you saw the mask, you smiled weakly.
Using all your energy, you reached out your hand and used what little bit of voice to call out for him. However it was impossible to hear your faint voice over the howling winds. Your heart broke when you watched him walk right by you and your hand fell to your side.
Ghost was trying to look for prints, but the snow made it entirely impossible. When Price had arrived, Gaz and him spread out to cover more grounds. Laswell had joined too and Ghost began to feel his eyes sting when he hadn’t heard from you in so long.
They were clearing the docks, when Soap came over the coms.
“I found them.” His voice came over the radio
Ghost sighed in relief and rushed to where Soap said he was. It was when he got there that he saw you, feeling his heart stop for a minute. He was just through here, he walked right by you and didn’t even know. Guilt washed over him as he kneeled by you and picked you up. Carrying you by the rest of the team, he saw Price tilt his head down and Laswell turned away, unable to look at the sight.
Soap followed right behind, worried for Ghost who had grown to love someone, only to have them taken away. He sat alone in the aircraft, holding your body close to his as he grieved yet another loss in his miserable life.
“Im sorry I couldn’t find you. Had I only been mo- had I only been more cautious, you’d still be here” his deep voice broke.
“Im sorry I couldn’t find you. Im sorry I broke my promise.” He cried into your shoulder.
However just like your voice when it called out to him, his apologies and begging were falling on deaf ears.
You’d never know how much grief he’d carry with himself, how he wanted to know everyone’s location from then on during missions. Soap would never admit it, but he cried himself to sleep one night when Ghost yelled at him for not answering his coms.
Jaune: So Ruby, why did you pick a sniper scythe as your weapon?
Ruby: Well duh- it's obvious, isn't it?
Jaune: It is?
Ruby: Yeah! I picked it because it's so freaking cool! The rifle part is all like "BANG BANG BANG! CLICK, CLICK- BOOM! EXPLOSIONS!" And the scythe part is all like "SLICE AND STAB! WOOSH, WOOSH- DECAPITATED!!"
Jaune: Wow... I uh, won't argue with all of that, I guess.
Ruby: *sighs happily, hugging Crescent Rose* Most people don't.
