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Blaze POV (5 minutes before)

It was as if my eyes were playing tricks on my mind, seeing her small figure grow larger in the distance. Everyone said she was KIA, that she died in Al Mazrah, but I didn't believe that. She was a fighter, I always assumed she would return. And here she was, running frantically through hails of bullets back to me, her best friend. She was always a wild one, living life on the edge, she didn't even seemed fazed by the gunshots directed in her path, the way they barely avoided her. There was a small graze visible on her arm, I don't even think she noticed the way her blood dripped behind her, giving her enemies insight on where she was going. 

When she finally recognized me in the sea of AQ soldiers, the look of relief etched on her features was enough to make me smile, a huge grin began to tug at the corners of my mouth. As she became clearer into focus, I saw the big bold letters belonging to the British SAS inscribed on her vest, their emblem littering her uniform. My eyebrows knitted tightly together, what the hell was going on? Her eyes widened at me when I noticed it, "I CAN EXPLAIN!" She screamed out at me. Regret was written on her face, there must be a good reason, she would never betray us, not after what she'd been through.

That's when my gaze fell on the man running up behind her, my facial features immediately hardened. They weren't about to take her away from me again, no way in God's green Earth will I allow that to happen, not when she was almost back in my grasp. My hands gripped firmly around the stock of my rifle, my eye peering carefully through the scope. I needed my aim to be precise, the bullet would have to narrowly avoid her. The fear in her eyes made my blood boil, did she really think I was going to fucking kill her? After everything we've done for each other? They've corrupted her beyond belief. 

The other soldiers chatter around me blurred into obscurity as I became drawn into the vortex of my singular objective: Kill the man without killing her in the damn process. After steadying my rifle, I was finally able to get a good enough shot, he was closing in on her, it was now or never. My finger carefully squeezed the trigger of my rifle, the recoil almost knocking me off my feet as the bullet found its mark, lodging straight into the man's chest. A satisfactory grin spread across my lips as his body dropped to the ground.

But when her eyes fucking opened, when she turned around and the confusion morphed into undeniable regret and sadness, that's when I knew. She was no longer one of us, she was no longer an AQ soldier, she probably thought she was fucking better than us, than me. Rationality took a backseat in my mind as anger surged in my veins. Was she choosing a fucker she met a week ago over me? Her life long best friend? After everything I've done for her? With gritted teeth, my eye peered through the scope once again, aiming down at her trembling body.

Before I could squeeze the trigger, a bullet found its way into my arm, digging through my flesh and ripping it apart. A pained yell spilled from deep in my throat as the weapon in my grasp clattered to the dirt below me, my eyes narrowed down as I went to pick it up again, but one look at the man who shot me had my tail between my legs. A huge figure with a face hidden beneath a skull mask, the fire in his eyes alone burned brighter than all the flames in hell combined. Looking back at the rest of my comrades, I managed to speak between gritted teeth. "Call the military," I grunted, my hand gripping tightly against the gaping wound in my arm. 

Glancing one last time at Y/n, I turned on my heel and ran off. She'd regret betraying her comrades, her country, me. I'd make sure of it. Til we meet again, traitor.

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Everything surrounding me seemed to lose its coherence as if I had been teleported into an alternate reality. It felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on my body, the freezing sensation stiffening my bones and locking them into place. My mouth was agape, my hands trembling at my sides. It was like I was looking down at myself in third person, that I wasn't really there, like I wasn't looking at Soap's body strewn out across the dirt, his eyes shut, a pained expression to be forever ingrained on his face. 

Another loud bang echoed throughout the air, but that didn't matter, what mattered was Soap. What if I never heard his laugh again? Saw his smile again? Heard him ask a billion stupid questions again? Tears began to pour down my cheeks as I looked down at his body. "No..." I mumbled to myself again. The fact I was still in a raging firefight seemed so insignificant now. This was all my fucking fault. Ghost's large frame ripped me from my daze, he didn't even bother looking at me, didn't even bother talking to me, he immediately kneeled down next to Soap. My eyes darted been the both of them, I prayed for a miracle.

The second Ghost crouched down in front of Soaps body, his index and middle finger immediately found their way to his neck, quickly pressing down on his carotid artery. He let out a huge sigh of relief as the steady throb of Soap's heartbeat pulsed against his fingertips. Ghost looked back at me with a deadly glare, "You're lucky he's alive or you'd be fucking dead," he growled harshly. I opened my mouth to say something back, but what could I have possibly defended myself with? Oh I didn't mean for this to happen? Even though it was true, it still ended up with Soap being shot. I remained silent, a frown pulling at the corners of my mouth.

"Cover us," Ghost barked at me, his tone threatening and harsh, shooting me a glare I hadn't seen since he slapped the shit out of me. Nodding my head, my fingers instantly gripped the stock of my gun so tightly my knuckles turned a ghostly white, my hands still slightly shaking. Ghost grabbed Soap gently, hoisting his body upwards before looping his arms beneath Soap's shoulders and legs. Soap wasn't exactly Bella Hadid of the battlefield, but Ghost didn't seem that strained, God he must be very strong. If it was me I would've tripped and busted my ass after two steps.

Ghost immediately turned on his heel, darting into an empty alleyway with Soap dangling from his arms. Looking down at my rifle, I drew up a very thoughtful and insightful conclusion, which goes as follows: Guns make loud noises, and loud noises would blow our fucking cover. Quickly, I fished a combat knife out of the holster attached to my thigh, the deadly weapon becoming an extension of my arm once again. As we weaved through different alleyways, I made sure to keep my eyes peeled, darting around and soaking up every new surrounding we walked through. "Soap is wounded, finding cover," Ghost barked into his earpiece causing me to glare at him. I get stakes are high, but we won't have any cover if he keeps screaming like a psycho. 

Ghost growled, taking a sharp right turn into a secluded corner of the alleyway before carefully resting Soap's body against a large metal trashcan. "Keep watch," Ghost ordered at me, venom laced in his words. I just nodded my head, the lump in the back of my throat would've made speaking impossible. Regret began to truly settle down on my bones, why did I have to be so selfish? Soap was hurt because of me. My eyes began to water once again as I watched Ghost check on Soap's condition. The only thing that managed to recapture my focus was the three cartel members stalking down the alleyway, whispering commands to each other in Spanish.

Ghost gave me a look, telling me to fucking take care of it without speaking a single word. Gripping my knife tightly in my hand, I jumped out behind the trashcan, throwing the deadly weapon into one of the men's throat. The others looked down at their now lifeless buddy in shock before anger began to morph its way into their features. One of them quickly aimed their rifle at me, but I was faster. Grabbing another knife off my vest, I tackled into the second cartel member, knocking his body to the ground. As the third one went to shoot me, I flipped the second on top of me, his body soon riddled with bullets, the blood from his wounds splattering against my face.

Launching my body back up, I threw the now dead cartel member into the remaining one, causing him to stumble back with a look of disgust on his face. Smirking slightly, I jumped on top of him, slashing my knife deeply across his throat causing thick red blood to become coated just about everywhere on my body. Instantly, my hand cupped his mouth until his gargled pleas and screams fell silent. Slowly, I stood up and wiped some of the blood off of my face before sticking my knife back in its sheath. Looking back over at Soap, my lips pulled together, my eyelids rapidly blinking back tears. I bet he would've given me a thumbs up.

"He only got hit in the vest, no wounds, just bruises," Ghost muttered before pulling a vial out of a pocket on his vest, he swished the red liquid around inside before pulling off the cap, revealing a small needle at the end of it. My eyes carefully watched Ghost as he stuck the needle deep into Soap's upper thigh, pushing the contents into his blood stream before tossing the now empty vial away. Nervously, I began to chew at my lip, my hands fidgeting at my sides. Please, please wake up. 

Soap's eyes shot open, his gaze darted around frantically before they landed on Ghost. "Where's Y/n?" He croaked out, his voice sounding dry and hoarse. Ghost grumbled before motioning over to me, tears began to spill down my cheeks again as I ran up to Soap, quickly sitting down on my knees in front of him. My voice wavered as I frantically spoke, "S-Soap... I'm so... so sorry, I'm sorry, please, I didn't- You just appeared, I mean... you just-" I bit down on my lip to stop myself from rambling. Soap remained quiet, looking at me with an unreadable expression before nodding his head, a small grin forming on his lips, "Can't get rid of me that easy lass," he joked, coughing slightly. 

A smile began to tug at the corners of my lips, I opened my mouth to say something back, but Ghost immediately cut me off, his tone dark. "We need to go regroup with Alejandro," he ordered, his eyes shooting daggers into my soul. Shakily, I nodded my head, pressing my palms into the rocky ground beneath me before pushing myself up. After brushing the dust off my pants, I offered my hand out for Soap to take, but Ghost shoved me out of the way. My feet stumbled beneath me, almost making me fall on my ass. "You almost knocked me over," I hissed at Ghost, crossing my arms over my chest. The glare he sent my way made my ass clench, truly he had the most terrifying looks even if I could only see a quarter of his face. "At least I didn't get you shot in the bloody chest did I?" He snarled.

My anger quickly dissipated as I stared down at my feet. Soap pursed his lips, looking down at his dented vest before returning his gaze back toward my direction. After a short second he shook his head before looking over at Ghost once again, "We should probably regroup," he agreed in a dry tone. Ghost glared at me one last time before clicking on his comms, "Alejandro, what's your status?" There was a brief silence of static before Alejandro replied, his answer almost drowned out by the loud hail of gunfire from his side of the comms, "We gotta go, negative on Hassan, they called in the army!" Ghost's eyes narrowed down, "Copy that."

He nodded his head at Soap and began to jog off toward the sounds of gunfire. A part of me understood his anger, I was a traitor to both the Task Force and my own country. If he didn't hate me before, he sure as hell did now. Laswell's words repeated in my head like a broken record, "Y/n, you will need to prove yourself, you have one chance, don't fuck it up." What was gonna happen now? Because clearly I did the one thing I was not supposed to do: Fuck up. I decided not to think about, I couldn't bring myself to think about it. I had sealed my own fate, signed my certificate. 

What have I truly done?

A/N: yall really thought i would kill of soap? im not evil! anyway, hope u guys enjoyed! mwah