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Infected - Zombie!Ghost

A Ghost x Y/N Oneshot (fem Reader)

Part Two

MDNI | 18+ ONLY

TW: Gore, zombification, dumbification, blood, sex, desperation

“Simon?”

Your voice cracked.

Seeing the friend you’d just watched die standing in front of you with blood dripping from his fingers made every hair on your body stand on end.

His eyes stayed on you, but he didn’t move. Like he was analyzing you.

His dog tags were still in your palm with the chain wrapped tightly around your fingers. It clinked softly as you trembled.

The sound that left his throat was animalistic, raspy, but he somehow formed words. Like his vocal chords were re-learning how to make the sounds, “You… okay?”

You let out a sharp, deep exhale, “Yeah.” You said softly, “You?”

He let out a sound like a chuckle, even though it sounded wet, “Not sure.”

Boots sounded on the floor again. More hostiles? Your head snapped in the direction, so did Ghost’s.

When you saw Price’s gun raised, heard Ghost’s snarl, you jumped up, putting yourself between them.

Price’s face was contorted in confusion, seeing Ghost standing behind you even though you’d deemed him KIA. Ghost’s chest pressed up against your back, his ragged breathing near your ear. Almost like he was trying to be protective of you.

“What the fuck is going on?” Price asked.

“I…don’t know.” You admitted, “Ghost was… he was gone. I checked. But now… I don’t know. Now he’s not.” You swallowed, “We need to get him out of here. He took penetrating rounds to the chest.”

Price looked around at the carnage in the hallway, then at the blood on Ghost’s hands, “Did he do all this? With multiple GSW’s?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Ghost did first, “Yes.” He strained. His voice sounded better with each word, more like himself.

Price just stared for a moment before he motioned for you to follow. Ghost stayed right behind you, nearly stepping on your boots with his own as you walked.

“Ghost, status update.” Price spoke over comms to Laswell, voice tense with disbelief, “Alive.”

You sat next to Ghost in the heli, watching as a medic pulled up his shirt to reveal the wounds in his chest. They were open, raw, but where red blood should’ve been pouring out, there were congealed, inky masses oozing from the wounds.

The medic pulled her hands back, just staring in shock. His eyes locked on her backing away. He chuckled again, “What’s wrong…love?” You looked up from his chest to see that he was addressing you.

You winced as the medic turned her attention to you, wrapping up your arm. The blood had soaked down your arm, drying to your skin. You could almost see a flicker in Ghost’s eyes as he noticed it, something that looked a lot like hunger.

“What’s wrong?” You scoffed, “You died on me. You were dead.” You sucked air through clenched teeth when she pulled the knot tight.

His gaze locked onto you, dull, but brimming with an intensity that mingled somewhere between the living man you knew and the undead soldier he had become. A grunt was all he could muster, laying back on the seat. You could almost see the effort it took for him to tear his eyes away from your injury.

"Dead?" Ghost's husky voice was laced with a sarcastic edge, almost as if he found the idea amusing, but the new cadence of his speech betrayed the strangeness of his new existence. "Nah, love. Just took… a nasty nap, didn’t I?"

You noticed the tension in his body right away, “You okay?” You had no idea what was going on. You didn’t even know if he was still Simon anymore.

"No. You're hurt," he said, eyes narrowing as he observed the medic finishing off the bandage. The medic finished with your arm and quickly scurried away, not daring another glance at Ghost’s unsettling wounds. The inky substance oozed slower now, his wounds almost appearing to self-staunch. He pulled his shirt down, putting a barrier between everyone’s eyes and his body.

His head tilted slightly towards the smell of your blood, a guttural noise vibrating in his throat – something primal and hungry. But he managed to pull his gaze back to your eyes with a clear effort, his expression softening, a hint of the familiar kindness peeking through. "Bit peckish, but I'll manage. 'Sides, I've got better things to focus on... like making sure you're alright."

You could tell he was struggling, every muscle in his body tensed to restrain his baser needs. It was a battle of wills within him, the soldier's discipline fighting against the chemical that had brought him back from death's grip.

The monster yearned for the taste and warmth of living flesh, but the man—the man cared for you, and that was clear even through his nearly animalistic behavior.

"Simon," you said, using his real name to try and reach whatever part of him was still human. "You’re acting weird, even for a... well, you know." You gestured vaguely to his body, the wounds, and the way he was now not quite living, yet not entirely gone.

He let out a low chuckle that seemed to rattle in his undead chest. "Weird? Might be the new normal, this." He shuffled closer, a careful movement to not startle you, his cold hand tentatively reaching towards your face.

His touch was gentle as he brushed a loose bit of hair behind your ear. The movement was a bit disjointed, but he had the right idea. “Don’t worry 'bout me, yeah? I've always been a tough bastard. Takes more than a few bullets and a touch of death to keep me down.”

Soap cleared his throat across the heli, Gaz and Price keeping their eyes on him. Simon’s eyes snapped toward them like they had in the hall, almost feral and calculating. The tension was immediate in his jaw, teeth clenching as a growl bubbled up in his throat.

Every cell in your body screamed danger.

And so did the others, whose grips immediately tensed on their weapons. Your instinct was to quickly put your hand on his cheek, coaxing him to look back at you. “Hey. They’re your friends, remember?”

The moment your warm hand made contact with his cold, pallid skin, Ghost's eyes softened, the aggressive glint fading as quickly as it had appeared.

"Yeah, I know," he growled softly, "Just...feeling a bit riled up is all." His face pressed heavier in your hand, and you could tell he was trying to focus on the sensation, to ground himself in something other than the chaotic urges that the chemical stirred within him.

Ghost turned his attention back to Soap, Gaz, and Price, a semblance of recognition in his gaze as he nodded slowly. "Brothers in arms," he mumbled, the words trailing off as if he was reminding himself of who they were and the bond they shared.

Price gave a stern nod, his eyes never leaving Ghost. "That's right. You're with your mates, Simon," he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of authority that came with his rank. "We're going to figure this out."

Gaz shifted uncomfortably, exchanging a glance with Soap, who let out a long breath. “Never a dull moment with this lot, eh?” Soap quipped, trying to inject some humor into the tense atmosphere, but his eyes were wary.

Ghost's grip on reality seemed tenuous, each moment an effort to keep the hunger and aggression at bay. But the connection between you two was clear, a lifeline for him in the swirling maelstrom of his altered state.

You could sense his dependency on you growing, the trust in his gaze unmistakable. It was as if you were now the anchor in the storm he was weathering, and for now, at least, he seemed content to let you guide him through the turbulence.

As the heli rumbled through the air, you could see the way his body shifted closer to yours, an unconscious pull towards your warmth and life force. Your willingness to bring him back from the brink seemed to offer him a small relief amidst the chaos of his undead cravings—a human connection in a situation that was anything but.

“Laswell’s gonna have a metric fuck load of paperwork to fill out over this.” Gaz adjusted his rifle strap, “You sure you’re feeling’ alright, mate?” He asked Ghost, “I reckon you’ve always been a bit pale, but you look like a sheet of paper.”

You looked down at Ghost’s forearms, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Gaz was right. You could see the blue of his veins through the paleness of his skin.

“Listen, this is a bit new for all of us. Let’s just take the questions slow. I doubt Ghost knows any more than we do.” You tugged Ghost’s sleeves down, worried he might be cold in the heli, but could he really feel how cold his own skin was?

Ghost's eyes followed your hands as you adjusted his sleeves, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Cheers," he grunted, his tone a mix of gratitude and his usual sardonic wit. "Don't want to scare the living daylights out of everyone with my new goth look, do I?"

Gaz chuckled at the comment, shaking his head. "Never thought I'd see the day when Ghost became an actual ghost."

There was a momentary lapse into silence as everyone processed the situation, the humor serving as a brief—albeit very brief—relief from the tension.

Ghost shifted slightly, leaning into your touch as if searching for warmth or perhaps the reassurance that you were actually there with him. "I can't really feel the cold," he admitted with a raspy voice that seemed to scratch at the inside of his throat. "Not like I used to, at least. But don't worry about me, I'm more concerned with keepin' you lot safe from whatever this is," he gestured loosely to himself.

Price's voice cut through the chatter, steady and resolute. "We'll get to the bottom of this, sort you out. For now, let's focus on getting back to base safely and keeping Ghost contained—just in case."

Your hand remained on Ghost’s arm, the contrast between your living warmth and his deathly cold stark and unnerving. Yet, the instinct in you refused to pull away, as if your touch could somehow keep the man within him from slipping away entirely.

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‼️MDNI‼️ - Keegan P. Russ x Y/N | Fem

“Claim Me.”

"Just grow a pair and go talk to him." Keegan insisted, slamming the door to a humvee, clearly checked out from the conversation.

"That's not how nature works, Keegan." You riposted, turning your attention back to Logan, who was currently across the motor pool, chatting to a few other soldiers.

It was no secret that you had a little crush on Logan Walker.

Whenever he was in the area, you felt like a teenager again with her first school crush. Just the sight of him made your cheeks flush a light shade of pink and your knees ready to buckle. And If Keegan had to sit and listen to how fine of a man Logan was one more time, he swore to himself that he will end it all, right then and there.

"Besides, I'd rather just...you know, let things...happen..? Yeah. Let's just go with that."

Keegan raises an eyebrow, shaking his head, unconvinced by your sad attempted claim.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Keegan makes his way over to the mobile toolbox that you've been leaning on for the past half hour — instead of helping him like he asked you in the first place.

Sensing you needed a little help in the love department, out of the kindness of his cold grinch heart, he gives you some words of advice.

"Standing on the sidelines isn't going to get you far, y/n. A man likes it when a woman takes charge. It's hot as fuck, actually." Keegan galled, giving you a friendly wink. He obnoxiously clicks a pen that he had tucked behind his ear and retrieves the clipboard next to your elbow, scribbling down the required maintenance notes.

He had a point though.

But you would never admit that, especially with how vulgar he put it.

So, you just roll your eyes in protest. "Is that so? Then tell me this. Since when did you become such a 'Love Guru?' Last time I checked, you still had trouble finding yourself a girlfriend." You implored the 'notorious' ladies man.

He hands you the clipboard and you promptly grab ahold of it. You watch him lift up the hood of the truck with one arm as if it weighed nothing.

Why did anything he did always had to be so..?

"That's where you're wrong, Sweetheart. I'm not looking for a girlfriend. Just looking for a good time." He chuckles dryly.

"You're vile." Your face contorts in disgust, but he just shrugs off your jab.

"I've been called worst, Sweetheart."

The sound of a boot scuffling against the gravel, pulls your attention away for a moment and your heart flutters when you realize Logan was standing a few feet beside you.

Okay. Act normal, Y/N...what the fuck is normal!?

"What's up, kid?" Keegan greets cooly, snapping you out of your head.

Tearing himself away from the vehicle, Keegan and Logan clasps their hands together, briefly pulling each other in, bumping shoulders before releasing one another.

"Let me guess, causing trouble?" Keegan quipped as he folded his arms across his chest.

Logan gives a friendly smile, his voice came out a smooth baritone, "Always." He flicks his gaze to you, with eyes now wide and mouth agape with incredulity.

"Who's your friend, Russ?" Logan asks as he gives you a once-over look, intrigued and wondering why he hasn't seen you before.

"This is y/n. She more of a thorn in my ass than a friend." Keegan half-jokingly introduces while giving you a look that says 'Now's your chance.'

Clearing your throat of all the cobwebs that formed within the few minutes, you extend your right hand as you give him a quick run down, "Sergeant Y/N L/N, PCS'd from Fort Wainwright about a month or two ago." Logan listens intently, taking ahold your hand with a firm grip and a surge electricity to shoots through your body.

"Pleasure to meet you, Sarge. Alaska must've been one hell of an experience." He mused with his dark caramel eyes locked in on yours. Slowly, Logan lets go of your hand, but purposely allows his touch to linger.

"I'm surprised you didn't go AWOL." He chorkles.

Slightly shrugging your shoulder and batting your lashes, you pick up on his subtle cues.

"There were days where I was tempted to, but I'm pretty good at being on the straight and narrow." You say coy-like with a smile that matched your tone.

"Good, good. But, hey! I actually have to get going, but uh...You should stop by later tonight and we can finish up this conversation. What do you say?" Logan asks with a quizzical smile, his teeth were pearly white and straight, just the way you like them.

Your mouth gaps open slightly, surprised by how fast everything was moving. You almost pinch yourself to make sure you weren't in a dream but the look from Keegan was an obvious indication this was no dream. Far from, actually.

"Uh, y-yeah. I don't mind." You finally answered.

"Cool...See you then, y/n."

With that, Logan walks off with your eyes following him until he's no longer in sight. You then whip around, almost tripping over your own feet, turning to Keegan and exploding with screeches of excitement.

"Did that actually happen!?" You squeal, rushing over to vigorously shake Keegan's shoulder.

Swatting your hands away, Keegan keeps his eyes forward as he tick in his jaw serves as a seedling of jealously that grew and bloomed a vibrant sprig of green.

"Yes. Now can I get back to work?" He sneers in frustration, retreating his focus back to the engine of the truck.

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As painful as it was to your ego, you take Keegan's advice and with newfound determination eddied in your irises, you come up with an idea.

A man likes when a girl takes charge.

Keegan's voice resounds in your head. The heedful reminder causes your eyes to roll into the back of the your skull. Then your attention shifts back to your reflection. Surveying your outfit one last time as you twist and pose your body in the mirror making sure you were up to par.

Adjusting your black crop top so it flattered your boobs and the ripped up mom-jeans you wore were loose but they hugged you curves just enough to accentuate the roundness of your ass.

And underneath...a matching set of magenta laced lingerie.

There was no way you were not getting laid.

It was a quarter until midnight. The plan was you were going to sneak into Logan's room undetected and surprise him in his bed.

As crazy as it sounds — it was foolproof.

Like, what man wouldn't dream of a woman, as feral as you were, crawling into their bed in the middle of the night?

Right?

After applying the last layer of your clear lemon flavored lipgloss, you roll your plumped lips together followed by a loud suckered pop and you set out on your mission, making a swift exit out the door.

Approaching his quarters, you had to move quickly and quietly. You discreetly reach into your bra and redeemed a simple black bobby-pin.

Good ole reliable.

Throughout the years you've served in the military, you were taught a lot of different things. Tactical insertion being one of them. You knew how to breach any area. From battering rams to hacking security systems but, none that required something so mundane as a hair accessory.

While you expertly pick the lock, you kept your head on a swivel, making sure no one spots you committing this heinous act.

Once you hear the audible click, the corners of your mouth lifted into a confident smile.

Getting up to your feet, you casually make entry.

First thing you noticed was the overpowering smell of cedar wood. Coughing up a lung, you came to the conclusion that the air quality in here was 99.9 percent cologne and that last .1 being oxygen.

Getting past that, it was also rather dark.

Carefully waving your hand around, you try your best not to crash into anything. Eventually, you find yourself bumping into his bedpost, startling Logan out of his sleep and the same familiar baritone voice calls out in surprise, "What the fu—Y/n?"

"Wait! Shh...Just listen, please!" You say right away, hoping it'll calm him down.

"I know this is a bit crazy but just...listen. Okay? I've had a crush on you for a while now and I don't want to blend in with the other girls. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is," You swallow hard, your tone drops to barely a whisper, rolling your lips together as you crawled your way into his bed.

"Just let it happen."

In the dark, your lips find his, silencing any doubt or apprehension from leaving his mouth. A bolt of electricity shoots throughout your body, awakening the longing desire within you.

Not only was he surprised by your assertiveness but it came as a shock to you as well. Being an introvert, you wouldn't have guessed in a million years that you would've be the one to make the first move — all thanks to Keegan.

Logan's lips end up prying your lips apart, deepening the kiss with his tongue, ravishingly exploring your mouth and eliciting soft moans to muffle out as your mouth moves in sync with his.

His rough hands snake their way to your waist before hauling you over onto of him.

Your breath hitches when he breaks away from the kiss and his nose creeps up alongside your throat. Once he finds the most sensitive spot, his mouth latches onto your skin, nipping and sucking until little plum colored splotches decorate your neck.

The two of you wasted no time tearing the clothes off each other. The lingerie you wore for show, unfortunately went unnoticed as it was discarded just like the rest of your wardrobe.

You felt a firm grip on your left breast, before you were greeted by the warmth of his mouth. Not only did Logan have a pretty smile, but he knew what to do with it as his tongue swirled and his teeth gently gnawed on your erect nipple.

A symphony of orchestral moans filled the room.

The sexual connection and burning passion between you two was undeniable.

It was as if this moment was supposed to happen.

As if the two of you were meant to come together and become one.

A dream verging to come true.

Digging your nails into his back, you align him up against you seeping cunt, slowly slipping his swollen cock inside. A small whine of pleasure leaves your lips as you allow your slick walls to accommodate and adjust to his size.

"Ride me, beautiful." He rasped, his tone dripping with ascendancy and urgency.

Like flipping a switch, your back arches, rolling your hips and taking your time descending down only to spring back up when you couldn't fit any more of him.

His size was impeccable.

Your ex wasn't even close to the size and length that Logan held and from the one night stands you've had in the past, they could barely last two whole minutes.

You were in for one hell of a joy ride.

Logan's hand creeps its way from your navel, up and between your breasts to wrap around your throat accordingly.

Taking back control, he bucks his hips, crashing them underneath your thighs, barbarously driving himself deeper into your tight pussy. With your hands on his chest, you prop yourself to hover your ass over him as he kept his unwavering assault.

"Yes, yes, yes! God fuckin—Please don't stop." You whine breathlessly.

"Does the princess want to cum all over my cock?Mmm...such a needy little whore, you are..." He growls, his tone edging you closer to unraveling.

Your body felt as though God sent an angel down just to solemnly fulfill your sinful needs, relieving you of your last unholy act, right before your soul ascends to the heaven's gates.

Delirium intoxicates and overwhelms your senses, clenching your silky walls around his otherworldly cock, urging him to spill his load inside.

"Keep it coming and drown my cock. Fuck...I'm about to cum...Say my name, baby." He grits through his teeth, his thrust becoming more erratic by the second.

As your moans grow louder, your body quivers, riding the wave of your own insatiable orgasm.

"Oh God, Yes! Logan!" You screamed his name.

Your lips collided with his own as he lets out a deep groan. The heat of his load erupts and pulsated deep inside of you, filling you up to the brim. You slide off of him, allowing the contents to pour out of you. The two of you pant and gasp for air, coming down from the euphoric high of your releases while your bodies entangled together.

If you had to be honest, he was more than good, probably the best sex you've ever had.

Silence fills the void with the lingering scent of sex in the air.

Without saying a word, Logan sits up, detangling from your arms and walks out of the room then returns with a towel in hand.

Your eyes strain trying to make out his features as an unsettling tension builds between you two.

"Lo—" You say faintly, making an effort to comfort him.

However he sharply cuts you off, "Lemme stop you right there." His tone dripping with grimness.

Your face twists, utterly confused, watching his dark silhouette walk over to a drawer, pulling out a pair of sweats to slip in.

"I was bound to break it to you one way or another." He says sardonically, scuffling his way across the room, flicking on the light and blurring your vision temporarily until it steadily returns to adjust to your surroundings.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Sweetheart. But unfortunately I'm not your knight and shining armor." He says with a disdained sniff.

Your mouth flops open, struggling to form any sentence, but ultimately one phrase rolls off your tongue.

"What the fuck..."

The .1 percent of oxygen left in the air was sucked out the room completely, leaving you to suffocate on the distressed revelation.

The love story you'd hope for came crashing down hard. Once again, he was right about one thing...

He was no Prince Charming.

He was Keegan motherfucking Russ..

[alittleharpy]

Infected - Zombie!Ghost

A Ghost x Y/N Oneshot (fem Reader)

Part One

MDNI | 18+ ONLY

The thought of Ghost being a lumbering, near mindless oaf just kinda does something to me, idk.

TW: Gore, zombification, MC death, blood, sex, desperation

Alarms blared around your team of two.

Red lights flashed in rhythm, washing your faces in red, then pitch black, red, black. Pupils dilating and contracting with each strobe.

“Move it. No telling how well armed these scientists are, if at all.” Price’s voice buzzed over the comms. You glanced at Ghost, and you’ve become so tuned to one another that you relay information without words.

Hallway clear, lab ahead.

You nodded and moved silently around the corner, aiming down the sights of your rifle, sweeping the area in front of you with Ghost at your six. You moved low, but quick, knowing the alarm was a glorified dinner bell for hostile reinforcements.

The double doors to the lab were dead ahead and you braced yourselves on either side before you slipped the barrel of your rifle through. The red light still flashed, but you knew that wouldn’t be enough. You needed better visual in this room. You pointed your flashlight inside, washing small portions in the room with the yellow glow.

Bodies of several scientists laid slumped on the floor, their pristine white lab coats splattered with deep crimson. The sharp tang of iron wafted into your nostrils, mixed with an acrid, stomach turning stench.

“Whoever came through here wasn’t interested in the research.” You flipped a body over, seeing torn flesh and inconsistent broken limbs, “Blood’s fresh. This is sick.”

“Guns don’t do this.” Ghost shook his head, kneeling next to one of the bodies, “Let’s get what we came for and get the fuck out.”

You rifled through paperwork, checking drawers and surfaces for anything that resembled the cargo you were sent in after.

“Over here.” Ghost grunted, pushing a body off of a briefcase laying on the floor. He flicked the case open, taking a step back with his rifle light illuminating the inside.

Three purple canisters.

A spot for a fourth.

“Cargo spotted.” You called out over the comms, “Be advised, looks like one canister is missing.”

“Right here.” A man’s voice came from behind you, purple canister clutched in his hand, glowing and pulsating with dark energy. Zakhaev’s smile was twisted by the scar tearing across his cheek.

Price’s voice responded over your comms, but it seemed so far away now, “Repeat last.”

Zakhaev’s men piled into the room and you moved toward the case, attempting to put yourself between him and it, “Aht.” He warned, “That’s dangerous material. We wouldn’t want that in the wrong hands.” Without warning, he fired multiple rounds into the case, the contents leaking out of the ruined case and onto the floor.

Two shots aimed for you and Ghost.

Yours found its mark in your arm, bullet burrowing in as the force knocked you back into a desk. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as Zakhaev and his men exited the room, seemingly happy with the ruin they’d left behind.

“Price, Zakhaev destroyed the...” Your eyes dropped to where you’d last seen the case, now covered by another body.

“Ghost!” You called out, putting your weight on your uninjured arm to lift yourself up. Boots scrambling and slipping through your own blood, trying to find purchase.

You’d heard the second shot. Known it was meant for Ghost, but you hadn’t seen it hit him while you went down.

“Ghost!” Your bloodied fingers squeezed the your radio while you skidded to your knees next to his unnaturally still body, “Price! Ghost is down, status unknown!” You shouted, pulling Ghost’s balaclava away from his neck to check his pulse.

“Simon? Fuck, don’t do this.” You murmured through strained vocal cords, “You’re not gone…don’t…”

Two fingers against his jugular.

Nothing.

Your hands pressed over his body, finding the entry wound in his abdomen. You put pressure, but realized the blood wasn’t pooling under your hand. It was draining onto the floor from the exit wound.

Dark liquid spread under your knees.

Swirls of iridescent purple from the destroyed canisters mixing and spiraling as the blood flowed.

You sat back on your knees, breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Lieutenant. Update.” Price’s voice was dour and tense.

Silence on the line as he and the rest of the 141 waited for your response.

You gathered your sharp breaths, praying that you could force them together enough to form the sentence none of you wanted to hear.

“Ghost; status KIA.”

You let your head fall back, eyes raised to the ceiling, fighting the tears that stung in the corners. You hadn’t realized how big the pools had risen in the inner corners until your gaze fell back on him, hot rivers of salt flowing down your cheeks to the floor.

You reached forward with trembling hands. Your lungs shaking with the inadequate oxygen they’d received over the last few quiet minutes.

You removed his dog tags from beneath his vest, tucking his balaclava back in place. The soft clinking of the beaded metal chain collapsing into your hand filled the silent space between you.

‘Simon Riley; B Pos; Atheist’

The little uneven letters pressed hurriedly into the small metal tag were all that was left of him now.

You pocketed the tags and stood on shaky legs, the pain in your arm burning in the back of your mind, heavily outweighed by the realization that Ghost was gone.

That Simon was gone.

You stumbled toward the doors, pushing them open only to find a group of hostiles approaching, guns drawn and trained on you.

You dropped your weapon, finding yourself on your knees again, this time, just outside of the doors of the lab, hands raised in a position of surrender.

As they approached, a sound behind you had your eyes snapping to the side while the rest of your body tensed.

Slowly, the doors creaked open.

Uneven, shuffling footsteps.

Then silence.

The hostiles in front of you now training their weapons on whoever, or whatever, was standing behind you.

A deep, shuddering breath left your lungs slowly, heart racing as you felt like every motion you made was steeped in cold honey.

More shuffled steps, and then the sight of blood-soaked black tac pants tucked into black combat boots came into view. Your mind reeled, trying to make sense of what you were seeing when your eyes looked sideways to see Ghost’s mask being held firmly in his left hand.

Your eyes continued their trail upward to his face.

He looked… alive?

But there was no way he could be.

His eyes sat focused on the fifteen or so men in front of you.

One wrong move was all it took.

One quick adjustment of a singular hostile’s aim shifting to your head.

Your eyes stared forward as Ghost tore into them. Their bullets failing to even slow him.

The only reason you dared to move at all was to avoid a bullet that zipped past your head, making you dive to the floor for cover.

In seconds, it was over.

The deafening sound of bullets replaced by raspy breathing and the slow, sporadic drip of blood from his gloved hands.

Price’s voice came over the comms, but you couldn’t hear over the sound of your blood rushing through your ears when Ghost’s glassy eyes snapped to you.