He closes his eyes. He shouldn't actually be here. He could leave right now, get into a car, and drive away. But he couldn't do that, he couldn't just walk away while she was being fed a lie. Barely thinking of the woman, her face appears before his eyes. Amalia. The soldier with the German Shepherd who had been on their team for a few months now. The woman who had knocked him off his feet the first time she walked into the room. The woman who... no! Ghost opens his eyes to push the thought away. He sits in a small, dark room, the only light coming in from under the closed door. He hears firm footsteps. He recognizes them immediately. Soap. A door opens, not his. "Oh, hey!" He can hear her gentle voice through the wall. She sounds relaxed, casual, and calm. He knows she won't stay that way for much longer. His throat goes dry. He doesn't want to know what will come next, but he just sits there. "Amalia, I..." Soap's voice falters.

There is a moment of silence. Ghost can imagine how his comrade reacts. How she freezes, how the beautiful smile vanishes from her lips. He hears the dull thud of a cup hitting the floor. He hears her take a breath, the whimpering turning into a scream. He feels her pain, feels it ramming into his heart, his chest constricting, refusing to let him breathe. Hoping to momentarily forget the world around him, he closes his eyes. But her screams continue to pierce his ears: the desperation, the panic, the loneliness. Everything in Ghost refuses to just sit there. But he can't. He can't get up and go to her; he can't hold her tightly and tell her everything will be okay.

He leans forward slightly. "Fuck...!" he whispers softly. Why did it have to be so hard? "It had to be done for her safety!" Ghost opens his eyes and looks at the man in front of him for a moment, silently. Price leans against the wall, looking down at him. His eyes show pain. He liked her too. They were a team, after all, they were family, and family sticks together. Family protects each other. Her screams become more and more intertwined with tears. Ghost's hands tremble. He looks at her for a moment and clenches his fists. "That doesn't make it any easier!" he whispers, looking at the door. It shouldn't have been this bad. He didn't want her to suffer so much. But Price was right. It was the best for her, it was the best for the mission, and he would make it right somehow.

Price looks at him in silence for a moment. For a moment, he wonders if he made the right decision. Amalia's screams grow quieter, but the pain still echoes in the room. "Let's get started, then it will be over faster!" Ghost's voice still sounds as cold and emotionless as ever at first. But Price knew him much better by now. He heard the pain, he heard the hesitation, he heard the accusations. He watches as the man straightens up. Yes, they should really get started.

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Hello!!

This is my first ever English Story and more importantly my first ever COD Story, so don't be to harsh on me, please. I would love some opinions tho. 

Story is inspierd by APOLLON on Tiktok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJ3jYxWA/

I try and keep the Story short. If you like it, I may start writing a little bit more. I hope it will help my English XD. I also write RPGs if someone is interested. 

Love Devil