Hotel Six: A Call of Duty Fanfiction

Chapter 44: Contingency

Gal stuck her nose up in the cold winter air. "Where are they?" she asked herself. When Bravo Team had deployed from the bird, a gust of wind knocked them off course, and she couldn't help but recall what happened that fateful day in 2011. She trotted through the snow ears twitching at every sound until she heard familiar voices. "Ghost!" she whooped, catching his attention along with a few others. "Where are Roach and MacTavish?"

"Wind blew 'em off course. Looked like Soap and Price landed about a half-klick east of us," he said. "As for Roach: no idea. Lost track of him on the way down."

She shifted and tapped into the com. "Bravo Six," she said. "This is Lone Wolf, what's your location, over?"

"Copy, Lone," replied Soap. "I'm lookin' at the satellite footage from our predator drone, I see you and the others all landed east. Price is lookin' for Roach, waitin' to hear back from him; can't see him from the drive yet, over."

"Copy That," said Ghost. "Location is secure for now; we'll hold position until we hear from you again. Over and out."

Jessica knelt in the snow, keeping her senses sharp for any unexpected visitors. She tensed at the sound of chopping sounds ripping the air. "Sounds like an enemy helicopter."

Ghost motioned the team to take cover under the skeletal foliage around them. "Get out of sight," he commanded. As they ducked low under the brush, the bird passed over them, carrying an MATV. "Looks like fun," the Lieutenant sang.

"Price," said Soap over the comlink. "I can barely see Roach's chute on my satellite feed, too much interference. What do you see, over?"

"Copy, Soap," he replied. "I have eyes on him. Looks like he's still in good shape."

Soap sounded relieved. "Copy. Sounds like the rest of the team landed near Ghost. Your call, do you want them to come to you or head towards the sub base?"

Ghost was muttering under his breath. "Please tell us to carry on, please tell us to carry on..."

"Tell Ghost to take his group northwest towards the base; Roach and I can handle our own."

He sighed with a smile. "Perfect." Ghost stepped out of the brush and called the team out with him. "Come on, Bravo Team, let's get going."

"Watch your fire, friendlies on your six!" called Lone as she and the team approached Price and Roach behind the cover of a half-buried lodge. Behind them, there was smoke rolling into the sky from an explosion, a signature of Ghost's work on a SAM site with his AT4.0

Price looked over his shoulder and grinned. "About time you got here. Did you take a lunch break on your way?"

"Shut your trap, jailbird," she retorted.

"Nice work with those SAM sites," he complimented, looking to Ghost.

Ghost slapped Roach on the back. "Thanks, but we better get moving. Those explosions are gonna attract a lot of attention."

Gal pricked her ears toward the sound of Russian soldiers approaching. She bared her teeth and charged over the roof into the mass of tangos on the other side, Ghost shortly on her heels. "Don't let them outflank you!" she called back to the team.

Roach skirted the outside of the lodges and fired into the group. He jumped down beside her and continued the fight deeper into the tiny village. "Wanna help me out, Lone?" he asked.

"I'm with you," she replied, shifting and hugging the butt of her rifle to her shoulder. She stepped in time with him and they swept the area with a rain of gunfire. It was almost too easy as more enemies stepped out of their positions to engage them only to fall in heaps under their bullets.