𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 || COD 𝐗 Y/N

-18-

"Move, move, move!" Captain Price's voice thundered over the chaos, cutting through the deafening roar of gunfire and explosions. The battlefield was a nightmare of smoke, fire, and shrapnel, but Y/N's focus was razor-sharp, her training kicking in as she scanned the terrain for her teammates.

"Gaz, take the left flank! Soap, König, cover the rear!" Price's commands were precise, his voice a beacon of authority amid the pandemonium.

Y/N crouched behind a crumbling wall, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched her comrades move into position. Ghost was already ahead, his silent, lethal presence a reassuring sight. Gaz, with his quick reflexes and sharp eyes, was a blur of motion as he darted to the left. Soap and König, both solid and reliable, moved with practiced synchronization, their weapons at the ready.

"Y/N, watch our six!" Price's order snapped her back to the present.

"Roger that, Captain!" she called back, her voice steady despite the adrenaline surging through her veins. She swung her rifle around, eyes darting across the smoky landscape. Every shadow, every flicker of movement could mean danger. Her mission was clear: protect her team, no matter the cost.

Bullets whizzed past, some too close for comfort. Y/N's breath came in controlled bursts as she took aim at a silhouette emerging from the haze. One squeeze of the trigger, and the threat was neutralized. She didn't have time to register the kill; there were more pressing matters at hand.

"Incoming from the east!" Ghost's voice crackled through her earpiece, calm but urgent.

"Copy that, Ghost," she replied, pivoting to face the new threat. Her eyes locked onto the approaching figures, and she fired in short, controlled bursts, each shot finding its mark. The enemy fell, but more were coming. They always were.

Y/N could hear Soap's Scottish brogue cursing as he reloaded, König's quiet murmur of reassurance to himself, and Gaz's sharp commands to his own squad. They were all relying on each other, a finely tuned machine in the midst of chaos. And she was part of it, every action, every breath dedicated to keeping them all alive.

"Push forward!" Price's voice rose above the fray again. "We need to reach that building!"

Y/N nodded to herself, determination hardening her resolve. She took a deep breath and rose from her cover, signaling to Soap and König. "On me!" she shouted, leading the charge through the smoke and fire, her senses heightened, her mind clear. She would get them through this. She had to.

As they advanced, the noise and fury of battle seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the steady rhythm of their footsteps and the silent promise they all carried: no one gets left behind.

König was at her side, his imposing figure providing a sense of unspoken protection. Y/N glanced at him briefly, catching the intense focus in his eyes. There was something else there too, something she had noticed in fleeting moments but had never fully acknowledged. A hint of concern, of protectiveness, that went beyond mere camaraderie.

"Stay close, Y/N," König's deep voice rumbled through the comms, a rare break from his usual stoic silence.

"Always," she replied, her heart skipping a beat. She couldn't afford to be distracted now, but the warmth in his voice was hard to ignore.

An explosion rocked the ground to their right, and Y/N instinctively grabbed König's arm, pulling him down behind a piece of debris. They huddled together, breaths mingling in the confined space. König's hand briefly brushed hers, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt of electricity through her.

"Thanks," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the chaos. There was a softness in his gaze that Y/N had never seen before, a vulnerability that made her heart ache.