Dead Man's Deed (Ghost x reader x Soap)

No.2 Smoke and Gunpowder

Finally reaching the compound, the truck came to a stop and you immediately scanned your surroundings before opening the door.

"How do we find Hassan?" Soap questioned while also looking around for any detections of enemy movement.

"He'll have an armed guard. Cartel protection." Alejandro answered as you took your position beside Soap. You were both kneeling down behind a makeshift barricade to ensure that you remained undetected, and Soap looked to you with a brief nod.

"If we want to find Hassan, then we need to cover those buildings. We'll search them one by one, corner the target so he doesn't have anywhere to run." Your words rung in the air as the three men agreed in unison.

Soap took out the thermal radar from his belt and circled it above his head. The aircraft let out a shrill sound that tore through the air as it flew above you in search of the signal.

"Shadow-1, we are east of the compound. Position is marked." Ghost spoke through the comms to Graves. You looked to the grass for a moment as you thought about the possibility of being shot on accident by the aircraft.

There was more silence as you four waited for a reply, and Ghost spoke up once more.

"Shadow-1, Bravo 0-7. We're marking with IR laser. Do you have a visual, over?" He asked as you all waited patiently for a response.

"0-7, copy your mark." Graves replied promptly as Soap took it as the queue to put away the IR laser. You poked your head over the barricade to see nothing but farmers and a few stray vehicles; nothing of immense importance.

However, you knew that Hassan was here.

There wasn't a single chance that you were going to let him slip through your fingers again.

"Shadow-1, be advised, Hassan is moving with an armed guard. You cover external, we'll clear the buildings. How copy?" Ghost warned, being sure that Graves was fully aware of any possibility to come.

"0-7, good copy. Armed guard. We'll secure the area so you can move in. Stand by." Graves answered, and you used the comms to repeat his order before ending it with a "Roger that, sir."

The air was thick with tension of nervousness. Well, at least it was for you. These men seemed not even a tiny bit scared of the possibility of failure, which made your heart beat faster.

You felt a hand pat your shoulder, causing you to look up at Soap with a lost expression. His friendly demeanor helped you calm down as he gave you a determined smile.

In your peripherals, you watched as a truck began driving away. This caused your brows to furrow as you signaled Soap to look at it, too.

"Shadow-1, there's a truck leaving the stables and moving west. I repeat, on the main road heading west." You spoke into your microphone as dirt was being kicked up from the tires of the said truck.

You prepared to aim your gun, but Soap signaled otherwise. He put his hand on the top of the scope, pushing it downwards towards your legs as he shook his head.

"There's no visual on weapons, I think the truck is just more farmers." Soap clarified as he looked down at you, and you quickly nodded.

More words were exchanged through the comms, but you kept zoning out in nervousness. Combined with the urgent tones in Alejandro, Soap, Ghost, and Graves' tones, you worried immensely about messing up.

The terrifying thing about being on the field was that you could die at any moment. One wrong step, one wrong choice, one miscalculation...

Anything could cause somebody their life.