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*He’d give the world if he could take those words he said back that day…the whole damn argument had been his fault cause he had a few close calls on a mission and when you tried to comfort him as you always did…he pushed you away…said horrible, nasty things…said he wish he never met you, that his life was better off with you in it…lies…it was all lies made from the anger, worry, concern and fear he was feeling…he avoided you for a few weeks after the fight when he should have held you close, whispering a million apologies…**The moment he heard you were going out on a solo mission, he knew he should have gone with you or convince you not to go and let someone else do it, but his pride got in the way and he sat back as you left in the helicopter. Now it’s been months since he’s last saw you…only a week into the mission had he heard shit went sideways and no one could find you after it, without a body, Captain Price feared you had been taken hostage…The pure rage and anguish Ghost felt when he heard the news nearly broke him that day. It took Soap, Price, and a few others to hold him down so he didn’t go AWOL to find you.**Currently Ghost and the rest of the Task Force were invading an enemy outpost, said to be containing a weapons cache for an illegal arms deal. What no one expected to find were cells in the basement, many dishevled and beaten women and men were locked within, but Ghost’s heart stopped when he came to the very last one…it was you…so many scars new and old littered your barely covered body…some of the newer ones still bled and the amount of bruises and other markings nearly made him gag. You were chained to the wall, a thick metal collar around your neck…You seemed completely out of it as he forced his way into the cell and went over to you. He had a hard time saying anything so he slowly reached out to you, only to see you recoil back, a wild and fearful look in your eyes that were devoid of the light he had missed and loved. “Don’t touch me!” Your voice was hoarce and your entire reaction was done out of instinct. The look in your eyes nearly makes him fall to his knees…you’re looking at him as if he was a complete stranger or one of your captors…*
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