You Have a Heart?: (Soap x Ghost)

Breaking and Entering

"You think Hassan's still here?" Soap asks, Ghost's eyes flicking over to him briefly as the Scotsman adjusts the rifle in his hands.

"Heli crash gave 'em an opening. Let's see if they took it." The tense situation in the field continued to escalate as Ghost and his team closed in on their target, a building where they believed Hassan might be hiding. The sound of their footsteps and the gravel beneath them added to the already nerve-wracking atmosphere, punctuated by the occasional crunch of rocks underfoot.

As a jet streaked overhead, deploying flares to evade an incoming missile, Bravo 7-3 noted, "Flyboys are still on station." The team members exchanged some small talk as they kept moving forward, their focus unwavering.

"Keep 'em on standby. We're moving in," Ghost ordered, and 7-3 acknowledged with a simple "Roger."

The grass grew taller as they reached the top of a hill, revealing the target building in their line of sight. Ghost's anxiety was palpable; he was determined to find Hassan and extract the information they needed from him, with a personal vendetta driving him. Their path led them past rusted metal frames that appeared to be remnants of greenhouses, now shrouded in eerie hanging moss.

Suddenly, a bullet whizzed past Ghost's ear, striking the man behind him squarely between the eyes. Chaos erupted as the team reacted to the unexpected threat.

"Fuck! Man down!" 7-2 shouted, desperately holding onto the fallen comrade.

Ghost immediately swung his gun towards the building and peered through his scope, wincing when it jostles his arm harshly. "AQ sniper on the roof! Get down!" he commanded. The team dropped to the ground, hoping to avoid the deadly precision of the enemy sniper.

"Soap, hit the dirt!" Ghost yelled, noticing Soap momentarily freeze. Soap quickly complied, and the entire team remained still, not daring to make a move. With steady hands, Soap aimed his rifle and fired a single shot.

"Sniper down!" he declared.

Ghost inquired about their casualties, asking the soldiers behind him, "Who's hit?"

"7-4 is down!" 7-6 shouted in response. More bullets continued to pepper the area.

"More snipers on the roof, take them out!" Ghost ordered. Soap wasted no time and began firing, showcasing his exceptional marksmanship. Ghost couldn't help but be impressed by Soap's skills in this intense situation.

"How the fuck are they seeing us?" Alpha 0-2 questioned in a hushed tone.

"AQ's got night vision! We're sitting ducks out here," 7-6 replied, dropping even lower as a bullet whizzed dangerously close above his head.

"Got another!" Soap yelled, continuing to eliminate the snipers on the roof.

"Good shot, Soap, keep us covered, we're moving up!" Ghost directed. The team members nodded and began to cautiously advance, crawling through the grass as they closed in on the building.

"AQ's pressing hard—If Hassan's not here, what the hell is?" Soap growled through clenched teeth, his gaze unwavering as he eliminated another sniper threat from the rooftop.

The situation was becoming increasingly dire as the team found themselves under heavy fire, and panic was setting in. 7-6's breathing grew erratic, and he began to wheeze, clearly overwhelmed by the intensity of the firefight.

"We're not getting through here without air support!" Alpha 0-2 shouted as he crawled over to 7-6, grasping the shaken soldier's shoulders in an attempt to provide some reassurance. 7-6 managed to regain some composure.

Ghost, realizing the urgency of their situation, barked out orders. "7-6! I want fire on that building now!"

The trembling soldier, 7-6, spoke into his radio, attempting to relay Ghost's orders. "Ghost, we don't know if Hassan's in there!" Soap moved up beside 7-6, their shoulders brushing together as they supported each other.