The team disembarked from their vehicles, their weapons held at the ready. Tension hung thick in the air as they prepared to execute their mission.
"Copy, Colonel,"
"Weapons hot, Vaqueros!" Alejandro shouted, rallying his team, which included Rodolfo, Soap, Ghost, and the rest of the men he brought with them. They moved swiftly, traversing the area dotted with large trees.
"Where are they holding Hassan?" Soap inquired, scanning their surroundings as they advanced. The town was eerily quiet, with the large trees casting shadows.
"White two-story building. Back of town," Rodolfo replied, and Alejandro gave him a fist bump in acknowledgment. They continued to make their way through the desolate landscape, kicking up dust as they walked.
Their progress brought them to a stop in front of a large wooden black gate. Soap and Ghost positioned themselves on one side, while Alejandro and Rodolfo took the other.
"All Victors, stand by," Alejandro ordered, addressing the additional soldiers they had brought with them.
"3, 2, 1...execute, execute!" Ghost directed, pushing the gate open. Alejandro led the charge, bursting through the entrance, with the rest of the team following closely behind.
As they advanced, Ghost issued the command, "Clear, move," signaling the team to continue pushing forward. The eerie silence in the town raised concerns, and Ghost exchanged a glance with Soap, who appeared puzzled.
"Civilians?" Ghost inquired, wondering about the absence of any townsfolk.
"Gone," Rodolfo replied tersely.
"Cartel took over. It's a hideout now," Alejandro explained, offering context as they moved swiftly down the dirt street. After a few yards, they reached another gate.
"Good place to keep Hassan," Soap muttered, contemplating the situation.
"Next gate, Soap," Ghost directed.
As they approached the next gate, Ghost pushed it open. Suddenly, a cartel member's voice broke through the silence, and a cacophony of shouts followed.
"The rats are headed your way! I can hear them on the road," Ghost warned, his voice filled with urgency.
"Contact—All Victors, move in!" Alejandro commanded over the radio, and the team advanced. To their right, the gray metal building's door swung open, and another man emerged from behind the corner of another building. The two cartel members fired at the team with poor accuracy, but Soap's precise shots quickly eliminated both threats.
"They're down. Push up," Ghost ordered, and the team continued to advance as they heard another voice from among the cluster of houses, threatening, "Get ready. Let's fuck 'em up..."
Rounding a corner, they were suddenly met with a hail of bullets whizzing past them. An enemy was concealed behind crates stacked in a wall-like manner. Ghost quickly aimed his weapon, but Soap's precise shot beat him to it, sending a bullet straight through the enemy's neck.
A choked gurgle could be heard as they moved past the fallen foe. Rounding yet another corner, more enemies opened fire on them.
"Tricky little fuckers, aren't they?" Soap shouted as he efficiently eliminated another one. The engagements were becoming almost routine, like squishing ants. Ghost briefly shook his head to rid himself of the grim thought.
The narrow alleyway remained silent as they pressed on.
"Clear," Soap announced, confirming that no more enemy soldiers were in sight. The team's efficiency in clearing out threats was impressive.
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You Have a Heart?: (Soap x Ghost)
Fanfiction(A re-telling of the Modern Warfare 2 campaign) All Ghost had ever known was war. He's sworn to himself never to trust anyone anymore. So when he meets Soap for the first time during an op, he's put off. He doesn't know what the guy wants from him...
