All eyes were on you both when you walked back into the living room. Price was standing in the middle of room around all the furniture with his hands on his hips – the phone in his left hand. You had to walk a bit awkwardly from the rip in your pants, but not too much to where it was noticeable.
"We have a problem," Laswell says.
You swallow hard, "What is it?"
Price walks forward and hands you the cell phone. You read the text and then the phone falls out of your hands. The world slowed down and it seemed it took forever for the phone to hit the floor. All color drained from your face as a gasp escaped from your lips. Your eyes fluttered, hoping deep down this would help your light headedness.
"What is it?" Ghost demanded. He looks around at each and everyone in the room, but as soon as his eyes meet theirs, they put their head down. Ghost walks over to the phone and picks it up, the glass screen now cracked.
'Blue Butterflies Buzz Unexpectedly' followed by a picture of a man and a woman dead, with holes in their heads. Ghost jerks his head up to you.
You disassociate and stare blankly at the floor. You hear nothing and you see nothing. It was just you...alone. Your body jerked when the phone started ringing.
"Its him," Ghost says viciously. You quickly snatch the phone out of his hands before he could jerk away.
"Har-," He was soon cut off by you answering the phone.
"Didn't think I would recognize you doll face?" Michael cooed. You remained silent. "What's the matter? Don't like the picture I sent? To be honest, it could have been better. I could have sent the other videos, especially the one where yo-," You cut him off before he could finish.
"What the fuck do you want Michael?" you growl into the phone as your body shook with rage.
Him laughing at your question, only fueled your rage more, "You".
You glare at the phone before finally speaking, "Well come and fucking get me you piece of shit." You hang the phone up and throw it against the wall, screaming in anger. Soap looks at Ghost with a worried look as they watch you turn on heel and head towards the door.
Several footsteps could be heard behind you as you approach the door. You picked up your pace before flinging the front door open and taking off into a full-blown sprint.
"HARLEY!" you hear Ghost yell out. You don't stop or think about it. You needed to get out and find the man that started it all. The man who turned your world upside down. The man who will suffer at your hands. You continue to run to the tree line just like when you first got here – the cold air biting your lungs as you continue to push yourself even harder.
Rustling of leaves could be heard from behind you, their footsteps closing in on you. This time it wasn't just Ghost, but Soap and Price too. You dart to the left when you felt a hand reach out to try and grab you. It wasn't completely dark, but it was getting close – giving you just enough light to see a little way in front of you. Your adrenaline was at an all time high as your legs burned, but you pushed through reminding yourself of your goal.
The air was getting colder as its crisp air bit at your skin, making your cheeks red and lips chapped. Your chest heaved up and down as it was getting harder to breath until someone tackled you and knocked all the air out of your lungs.
The man on top of you breathing hard, "Got her LT!" Soap shouted.
"Get the fuck off me!!" You scream at him, bucking your hips trying to knock him off balance. You ball your fist up and swing at Soap, but he blocks your punch and pins your arms down by your side and holds them in place with his legs, straddling you. Anxiety begins to swarm through you and your chest starts heaving up and down hard.
"S-Soap get off me" you say as your voice cracks. Tears burn your eyes as streams of the salty water stains your face. Soap ignores you and continues to hold you in place as you hear other footsteps approaching.
Price slowly walks up, both of his hands holding onto his bulletproof vest, "Shouldn't have ran Darling". Price's voice was low and serious.
"Hold her there Johnny," You hear Ghost say as he approaches you, walking past Price. Soap continues to hold you in place as you fight a losing battle. Ghost kneels beside Soap and looks down at you.
"LET ME GO!" Your scream ear piercing. Ghost reaches into one of his pockets on his cargo pants and pulls out a syringe. Your eyes grow wide when the familiar feeling of being hunted in the woods and the outcome you had with it.
Your chest heaved up and down from anxiety, "N-no. Please don't" you begged looking at Ghost with tear filled eyes. Ghost ignores your plea, "You got her Johnny?". Soap nods to Ghost for confirmation. Your body was becoming exhausted, but you attempted to push through. Ghost popped the plastic tip that covered the needle.
"S-Simon please". Ghosts looked at you with his amber eyes, but this time they said something completely different – disappointment. Ghost ignored your cry for help and brought the needle down to the side of your neck. You let out a gasp of air as the needle penetrated your skin and your neck felt like it was on fire. You writhed under Soap for as long as you could until your body felt heavy, and your vision drifted in and out of consciousness.
Soap slowly removed himself off you, careful to make sure that you wouldn't run away. Ghost recapped the needle and put this syringe back into the pocket of his cargo pants. Ghost stood, but then bent down to pick you up. He threw you over his shoulder and placed his hand on your ass so no one would see there was a hole in the center of your pants, exposing yourself.
Your head felt heavy, and sickness swept over you as your stomach collided with his rough shoulder – but soon, your world went black. Price and Soap walked with Ghost as he carried you through the thick wooded area surrounding the house.
"What was she thinking?" Price questions out breaking the awkward silence. Ghost just eyes Price and doesn't reply.
"I guess that she can do it all on her own?" Soap chimes in. "She must be something special to you LT" he continues. Ghost eyed Soap and before he could respond, Price chimes in, "She is."
"Can we just get back to the house?" Ghost asks rhetorically.
"Why is it such an issue LT?" Soap asks him.
Ghost stops walking and it causes Price and Soap to stop as well. "Because I don't want to hurt her." For once in a long time, Ghost felt somewhat relieved to get something off his chest. Price walks over to Ghost and puts his hands on his other shoulder, "You won't. Trust me" as he gives a warm smile to Ghost.
"I can tell you two have something and I don't think she wants to truly hurt you. Yeah, you both hated each other in the beginning, but now, you two are for each other". Soap walked up closer to Ghost, "We know you don't want to hurt her LT and we don't think you will." Ghost nodded and proceeded walking.
Gaz and Laswell were standing on the porch of the house when the three of you came walking up. Gaz shook his head when he seen you passed out over Ghosts shoulder. "You think she was trying to escape like last time? Like she was playing us?" Gaz asked with frustration in his voice.
Laswell responds, "No. She's hurt but deep down inside she's still a little girl that wants to make things right. She knows she's protected here" she pauses and looks at Ghost, "And she's not going anywhere without him". She nods at Ghost when she says 'him'. Ghost entered the house, walked upstairs, and entered the bedroom. He shut the door and placed you on the bed as he began to remove your clothes. He took off your boots and then your socks before he unbuttoned your pants, sliding them off and exposing your lacy panties before sliding those off you.
Next, he took off your shirt and threw it on the floor with the rest of the dirty clothes. He unhooked your bra and threw it on the floor too. He picked up your naked body and laid you on your side of the bed before covering you up with the thick comforter. He knew you usually showered before bed, but he wasn't dealing with handling your slick weightless body.
Before covering you completely, a long scar that ran across your stomach caught his eye. He dropped the comforter and gently ran his fingers along your scar. He could tell that it was deep prior, and it was a nasty heal, but he had never taken the time to look over your body. Several scars on your ribs and on that went around to your side that looked like it didn't end.
Ghost slowly turns on you over on your side and his eyes wide in horror. Your back was covered in scars, and they looked to be from a mixture of stab wounds and regular cuts. Anger filled him from thinking of anyone that would do that to you, but he knew that you could take care of yourself, so their deaths were probably slow and deserving.
Ghost walks over to his side of the bed and removes his clothes and then his mask, setting his mask on the nightstand beside the bed. He gets in bed and covers up, looking over to your sleeping body. He lays on his back while he slides his arm under you to bring you closer to him, turning your body in the process so your head lays on his chest as his arm holds you against him.
The sound of your breathing and the calmness of your breathing made Ghost fall asleep, but before his eyes shut, he placed a kiss on your forehead and as much as he wished you were awake, he was glad you weren't as the words 'I love you" left his lips.