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When I next awoke, all the room lights had been turned off. I wasn’t tied down anymore, my body aching as I hesitantly moved my arms across it. I could feel new scars forming, grimacing as I touched a multitude of bruises lightly. I lowered my hand to my thigh, feeling a dripping piece of gauze over it. Someone had half-assed bandaged me so I wouldn't bleed out. I couldn’t bring myself to feel any lower; the blood and overall filth had mixed too much, making me nauseous.
I could hear the faint sound of gunfire in the distance, with the sound of a heli not far off. "Fuck, reinforcements?" I thought sluggishly as I slipped to the floor, groaning. I doubted they would send anyone to rescue me; the mission had been a bust anyways. My shoulder and thigh were in extreme agony, burning with heat against the cold weather. "So much for not getting infected," My mind flashed back to the Russian leaders' words. The lights flicked, a low boom resounding nearby. I blinked, trying to steady myself, as I glanced towards the door. There had to be something in here that I could use as a weapon. I was weak, but I wouldn’t go down without a fight. My hands closed around a piece of metal, a bar, I assumed. I forced myself to stand up, using the metal table as a crutch.
The lights flickered back on, their brightness much less than before, casting a faint glow over the room. The panicked Russian voices grew nearer, their footsteps growing louder. I dragged myself closer to my side of the door, whimpering as my thigh and shoulder throbbed in agony due to the movement. I could feel new blood dripping down my thigh through whatever bandage the bastards had given me. “Fuck..” I swore as the voices stopped right outside the door. I heard two silent shots just as the door opened. One of the soldiers frantically stepped inside; I could see his weapon cocked in the room's dimness.
WHAM
I slammed the bar on his head with as much strength as I had, grabbing his knife. No one else trailed in after him. I glanced down at his body, shocked that I had knocked him out. Before I could second guess myself, I stabbed the knife into his throat, hearing him gurgle as he choked on his own blood. A quick, painful death, all that these bastards deserved. I held my breath as I heard him suffer, trying to zone into the noises around me.
The gunshots had stopped, and all I could hear was electronics beeping. Stepping out into the hallway, I hear mumbled words drifting down the corridor. I winced as my thigh made contact with the cold concrete wall, the realization that I wasn’t out of it quite yet. Blood pooled on the floor directly outside the door, the other guards' bodies lying still, long since dead. Deciding I would be better off with whoever ambushed the place, I limped towards the end of the hallway, knife ready to attack anyone who came.
The voices I heard soon became louder, no longer sounding foreign, just English. I limped in the direction of the voices, cursing every time I needed to stop to catch my breath. “Fuck, I can’t believe the damn mess I’m in,” I groaned, leaning against a wall to catch my breath. I grabbed my old pants and a light coat while raiding the bodies. They weren't clean, but it was better than being frozen. My breathing labored, coming out in short pants, my vision blurry. The blood loss, fuck, it must be getting to me. I stumbled, my weapons clattering to the ground along with me. The voices went mute, and footsteps began coming in my direction. I had to make my mind up fast, either warn them ahead of time or let them possibly shoot me.
"Friendly! I'm friendly! Sergeant Snow, from Squad Firefly!" I called out softly, hissing as I struggled to get back up. There was a small chance that whoever I called out to wasn't friendly, but I'd take that chance over dying from my injuries. "I lost my squad in the snowstorm. I was -" My voice quieted as a shadow quickly came into view, their mustache and grim smile illuminating their features. His hand was on the trigger, ready to shoot. Behind him, I could faintly see another man wearing a skull-covered baklava. "Captured," I finished weakly as the man in front of me pushed me back toward the ground. I winced as his hand came in contact with my bloodied shoulder.
"You weren't what we came here for." The man in the baklava said, his trigger finger ready. I could feel him eyeing me, a look of discontent flickering. His companion sent him a harsh look, quieting him. "I'm Soap." He introduced himself as he eyed you up and down, setting his weapon down. "The man behind me is Ghost. We're a part of Task Force 141." I nodded slowly, that small effort making me groan. Everything hurt so much worse now that I was sitting down. My head fell back, hitting the wall as I closed my eyes. I tried to even out my breathing, my chest aching every time I took a breath.
Alive.
Secure.
"Let's find you a room, yeah? We need to patch you up before we can exfil." Soap said, kneeling next to me, and putting my good arm over his shoulder. "I can't get up, " I whispered weakly, stumbling as he lifted me up. He set me back down as gently as he could, eliciting a moan of pain as my leg throbbed. "Where are you hurt?" He asked, grabbing a first aid kit from the bag he held on his side. "My shoulder... " I faltered as I heard new gunshots from outside the building. Ghost readied his gun, aiming it toward the entrance they came from. "Reinforcements. Soap, if we're getting out of here, do it fast." He said gruffly, no other emotion coming from his voice. Soap gave me a small but grim smile, kneeling close to my side. "May I?", He motioned towards the jacket, asking if he could take it off. I nodded numbly, not caring that he would see me naked underneath. I shuddered as soon as his hands touched me, my eyes going shut once again. "He's a good guy; he won't do anything." I made myself repeat that over and over again, trying my best not to cry out as he touched me. All I could feel was their filthy hands still on me. "I…" I whimpered as he undressed me, the jacket sticking to the wound and needing to be peeled off. “Fuck.” My eyes became unfocused as I tried to dissociate myself from his touch.
Soap worked quietly and quickly, not to mention the bleeding marks and bruises on her body. He grimaced, seeing how wide the gash on her shoulder was and how swollen the bruises on her breasts and stomach were. He knew what had happened. "Fucking Russians." He said quietly, stuffing some disinfected gauze into her shoulder. She let out a small scream, raising her hand to her mouth to bite on it, stifling it quickly. Ghost glanced back at her as she screamed, new tears streaming down her face. He pitied her, knowing that this was just the beginning of her painful nightmare. He knew what had happened to her, the bruises telling their stories. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears escaping as Soap tried to give her comforting words. He lowered his flashlight towards her leg, adjusting it as quickly as possible without causing her pain. He quickly wrapped her leg with gauze, not bothering to remove her torn and bloodied pants. They didn't have time to waste; they needed to leave. He glanced up at Ghost, who nodded. It was time to go.
I whimpered as Soap adjusted my leg, tightening the gauze around it. "I'm sorry, but we need to stop the bleeding. " He said, grabbing a stim from his pack and jabbing it into her thigh. I bit my lip roughly the jab waking me up. "Snow, we need to go. Now." Soap lifted me again, not letting me go as I cried out. I could hear faint gunfire getting closer as Soap helped me put my jacket back on. I limped against Soap, Ghost leading the way, trigger ready. "Price. We need exfil, now. We have a survivor." I heard Ghost say through comms directly in front of us. He glanced back at me, my injured state. "She won't last long. Firefly Squad." He nodded as we rounded a corner. "Fuck." He swore softly as he saw a laser directly in front of us. Soap set me down softly, readying his weapon. I readied my knife as I leaned against the wall, preparing for the worst. The laser drifted away as Ghost pushed forward, shooting the man point-blank in the head. He turned towards us, motioning for us to move forward. I let out a sigh of relief as I continued limping, this time without Soap's help. Whatever was in that stim had helped me, but I wasn't anywhere near my normal strength. Ghost glanced back towards me again, almost as if he was judging and helping me in the first place. "Johnny. Carry her. She won't make it otherwise," He gruffly said, motioning for me to stop. I gave an exasperated "The safehouse is a good 6 klicks from here. Price can't get us out til morning." Soap nodded, bending over slightly, letting me get onto his back; I got onto his back, wincing as his hand grasped my thigh a little too roughly. "Sorry."
He glanced back at me as he apologized. I simply nodded and let my head fall onto the back of his neck. Ghost led us out of the building into the snowy countryside, the wind biting at my failing body. There was no sound of gunfire or artillery. I shivered as we trekked through the storm, my body beginning to crash again. I could faintly hear Ghost and Soap talking about what they were initially here for, Intel, and what they would do with me. I lifted my head, wordless mumbles escaping as I tried to explain who I was. My head fell against Soap, moaning softly as all the pain rushed back. I just needed some sleep is all. Some rest would fix me. "Sleep.." I mumbled, eyes half lidded as my breathing slowed. "Ay, lass, ya can't sleep." I heard Soap say loudly, looking back towards me, worry etched in his voice. My mind drifted as I felt Soap put me down, yelling at me, before everything went black.