Under the blanket of night, the team gracefully navigated their way through the labyrinthine streets of Las Almas, their movements hidden in the embracing shadows. As they pressed on, the desolate streets echoed with a haunting silence, only occasionally disrupted by harrowing shrieks of terror tragically punctuated by the sinister symphony of gunfire. The air hung heavy with an unsettling tension, as if the very essence of the ghostly city held its breath, anxiously anticipating the team's every move.
With unwavering determination, Caleb assumed the role of their guiding beacon, deftly maneuvering the team through a labyrinth of narrow alleyways and dilapidated houses. The once-abandoned structures served as both shelter and a source of desperate scavenging, as the team resorted to collecting any meager supplies they could find along the way. Fatigue began to etch itself onto their faces, eternally etching lines of grit and resilience.
Ultimately, their careful navigation brought them to a dilapidated house, its decaying interior serving as a vantage point overlooking the desolate street where their golden ticket, the truck, awaited. The team quietly filed in, their senses acutely attuned to the world outside. Peering through broken windows, their eyes fixated on the dimly lit scene below.
Caleb's breath hitched as he caught sight of the ominous Shadows. The gravity of the situation weighed heavy on him, and he cursed under his breath.
Caleb's expletive hung in the air like an unspoken omen as the team spotted the Shadows patrolling the area. Tension gripped the trio of Soap, Ghost, and Caleb, exchanging silent glances laden with concern. Yet, amid this apprehension, a crucial detail caught their attention - (Y/n) was missing.
"Where's (Y/n)?" Panic began to set in, echoed through Ghost's urgent question.
"Waiting." The response came swiftly through the comms, (Y/n)'s voice calm and collected.
Beneath their hiding spot, (Y/n) had strategically positioned herself, affording a clear view of the Shadows' patrol routes. From her vantage point, she observed not only the enemy movements but also the positioning of her teammates through the window. From their advantageous angle, the shadows would see Caleb and Soap in the window, with Ghost's silhouette hovering protectively in the background.
"I suggest you back away from the window." A sly chuckle escaped (Y/n)'s lips as they issued a warning.
The trio, quickly retreated from the exposed window, leaving the Shadows none the wiser to their presence.
Cautiously, (Y/n) retrieved the concealed knives nestled snugly within her boots, their presence a secret she held close. Each movement deliberate, she ensured silence was her ally, avoiding any inadvertent noise that could betray her position. The air hung heavy with the unmistakable scent of blood, tingling her senses.
Gently, she traced her fingertips over the cold steel blade, relishing in the sensation as she acclimatized herself to its presence. With a measured breath, she embraced the metallic tang that permeated the surroundings, a stark reminder of the imminent danger that lurked. The knife's sharp edge glided effortlessly across her tongue, a strange ritual that mirrored her resolve.
The chill of the metal against her flesh sent a shiver down her spine, but it also served as a grounding force, sharpening her awareness.
With a fierce determination, (Y/n) launched a knife at the nearest Shadow, her aim true and unerring. The man crumpled to the ground, his lifeless body a testament to her skill. Without missing a beat, she spun around and hurled another knife at the second guard, her movements fluid and graceful. The Shadows fell like dominoes, their bodies crumpling to the ground in a heap.
(Y/n) chuckled softly, her lips curling into a wicked grin. She had faced danger before, but there was something exhilarating about the adrenaline rush that came with every successful mission.
Quietly, she made her way over to the truck, her senses alert for any potential danger. The doors were locked, but (Y/n) was not one to be deterred by such obstacles. She hummed softly to herself as she slipped a knife between the door and frame, pushing it upwards with all her might. With a satisfying head nod, she opened the door and slipped inside, her knives clutched tightly in her hand.
She wiped them off with the sleeves of her jacket, leaving no trace of evidence behind.
"Truck is unlocked," (Y/n) hummed softly to herself as she approached the vehicle. She didn't waste any time, immediately grabbing some wires from under the steering wheel and began to hotwire the car. The engine sputtered to life, and (Y/n) let out a satisfied grunt.
As she settled into the driver's seat, she heard footsteps approaching. She didn't hesitate, grabbing her gun from its holster and shooting the last two guards as they approached the truck. The sound of gunfire echoed through the night, a stark reminder of the danger that lurked around every corner.
"Good looking out," Soap stated, relief evident in his voice as he, Caleb, and Ghost finally reached the truck. They wasted no time and quickly climbed inside, securing their positions.
The men were still piling into the truck, struggling to find their footing, when (Y/n) stepped on the gas pedal without hesitation. The powerful engine roared to life, propelling them forward with tremendous force. The sudden acceleration sent a jolt through everyone inside the truck, causing them to grab onto anything stable for dear life.
Caleb, gripping onto the door handle, strained to maintain his hold, his knuckles turning white with the effort. The wind rushed through the open windows as the truck barreled through the city streets, evading pursuit and leaving their pursuers in the dust.
The twenty-minute drive proved to be a much-needed respite for Soap and Caleb. Exhaustion tugged at their weary bodies, and they took advantage of the relative safety of the truck to catch a quick nap. Their slumber was deep but fleeting, as they were abruptly awoken by (Y/n)'s mischievous chuckle followed by the screeching of brakes.
Startled, the two men bolted upright from their makeshift beds, disoriented but ready for whatever awaited them. Ghost, ever composed, simply glared at (Y/n) with a silent admonishment for the abrupt stop.
"We're here!" (Y/n) announced with a sly grin, her eyes glinting with determination. She deftly disconnected the wires that had hotwired the truck, signifying their arrival at their destination. With her gun at the ready, she stepped out of the truck, taking in the sight of the old, abandoned building before them.
The dilapidated structure seemed to whisper tales of forgotten days and hidden secrets. (Y/n) took a moment to assess their surroundings, her senses on high alert. With a swift motion, she wiped away the dirt and grime that had accumulated on the door, revealing a worn surface. Her thumb pressed against a hidden sensor, causing the door to hiss and slide open.
Without hesitation, (Y/n) motioned for the men to follow her into the depths of the building. As they entered, a familiar voice called out from the darkness. It was Rudy, Alejandro, and the vaqueros, waiting inside, their expressions a mix of relief and suspicion.
The team members greeted each other, a fleeting moment of camaraderie amidst the storm of their mission. For now, everything seemed to be as it should, providing a temporary respite from the constant chaos that surrounded them. However, the calm was bound to be short-lived, and the team geared up mentally for the challenges that lay ahead.
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Specter's Redemption |Ghost x Reader|
Fanfiction"There he is, Simon Riley." "There's no picture" "Never" "And (y/n)?" "Negative. Died six years ago." Laswell slide a piece of paper across the table to Price. "You have a call to make"
