Author: Autobot2001
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Jamie is believed to be a spy
Combining @juneofdoom Day 16; Handcuffs, interrogation. 17; Bruises. 20; Wound Cleaning | Salve | Examination. 27; "I'm so sorry." Embrace.
Under the cut
Jamie had just finished her workout when Ghost and Soap entered the room. She thinks nothing is wrong until Ghost slams her into the wall, puts her hands behind her back, and cuffs her. Saying nothing, Ghost forces her out of the room and down the hall. Soap follows them.
As the three walk down the hall, Jamie sees the other soldiers look at her disgustedly. Jamie doesn't understand why the sudden disgust.
Jamie is forced to sit in the chair in the interrogation room. Price walks in, pissed. "You thought you could fool us?!" He yells. Jamie looks at him, confused. "Don't play dumb, spy!"
While Jamie has been with Task Force 141 for six months, she doesn't understand why they suspect her of being a spy.
"Who are you working for?" Ghost asks. Jamie doesn't know what to say. Ghost is pissed, grabs her shirt, and lifts her off the chair. "Answer the question, or I'll make you!"
Price continued to interrogate Jamie for ten minutes. Jamie didn't know what to say. She knew how this went. Avy arguing that she's not a spy would be dismissed, and she refused to make up a lie. Now Price is getting irritated.
"Tell me, now!" He demands
When Jamie says nothing, Price orders Ghost and Soap to torture her.
Ten minutes pass before Gaz runs in. He sees he's too late.
"What is it, Gaz?" Price asks. Ghost and Soap look at Gaz, who tells them that the real spy has been found. "Shit."
The four men look at Jamie lying on the floor, covered in cuts and bruises. Price orders Ghost and Soap to take Jamie to the medbay while he deals with the real spy and leaves the room.
Ghost is careful as he picks Jamie up, but she still whimpers in pain. Ghost is careful as he walks out of the room with Gaz and Soap following him.
Ghost lays Jamie on an exam bed in the medbay. He doesn't want to get a medic. Gaz and Soap watch Ghost, knowing they should stay out of his way, but they worry about Jamie. There are bruises and cuts on Jamie's arms.
"Let me look under your shirt," Ghost says.
Jamie nods. Ghost lifts Jamie's shirt and looks at her abdomen. Ghost sees several large bruises. Gaz and Soap move closer to see what he's seeing.
Ghost sighs, gets the salve from the cabinet, and wets a cloth. He's gentle as he cleans the bruises and cuts. All three men are relieved that the cuts don't require stitches. Ghost can tell that the larger bruises are causing discomfort, even if Jamie tries to hide it.
Once Ghost is done and cleans up, he leaves. Gaz, Soap, and Jamie can tell he feels guilty for what he and Soap did.
"I'm sorry," Soap says, and hugs Jamie.
Soap doesn't know what else to say or what to do. He's worried that Jamie hates him and Ghost.
Jamie sits on the couch in the common room. She can't believe what happened today. She's not sure what to do. If she feels safe around Ghost. Jamie can tell that Soap is sorry for his contribution to her torture. She turns on the TV, trying to relax.
Ghost walks into the room, and an hour later. He's not sure what to do.
"You should go apologize," Soap says from behind him.
Ghost sighs and sits on the couch beside Jamie, who doesn't move.
"I-I'm so sorry," Ghost whispers. "I regret hurting you."
Ghost didn't think Jamie would sit on his lap and embrace him. He hugs her back.
He looks Jamie on the eyes.
"I will never hurt you again."
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