Bravo team quickly gathered outside, forming a tight circle as Soap and MacTavish led the way out of the building. Their boots crunched on shattered glass and debris, careful to avoid tripping on any dead bodies or slipping on fresh blood that painted the floor in a macabre display. The acrid scent of gunpowder lingered in the air, mixed with the metallic smell of blood.
"If Hassan's gone, then what the hell are they still protecting?" MacTavish asked with confusion etched across his face. Ghost had no idea why they were defending as much as they were since their precious General had already been evacuated. Their path was littered with bullet-ridden walls and broken equipment, signifying the chaos that had unfolded just minutes before. The weight of their mission now hung heavily over them like an oppressive cloud.
"Bloody good question," It is muggy and hot when they leave the building, Ghost feeling as though he were wading in water while his clothes clung to him from the amount of sweat and mud on him. The team is huddled around a garage when they round a tall, multi-story parking structure.
"What do we got?" Ghost whispers as he approaches the person closest to him, trying not to make noise that will alert whatever might be inside.
"A warehouse," 7-6 answers, still keeping his voice down.
"Roll up door's open." 7-6 looks at the others then points. "Heard somethin' inside."
"Copy. Let's clear it," Soap replies as the three of them crouch underneath the door and file in, looking around the space.
The concrete warehouse stretches out for at least 50 feet on all sides, with a high ceiling that gives it the feel of an underground bunker. Scattered boxes and storage containers fill the floor of the room they have just entered to provide cover from enemy fire, but Soap and Ghost whip their guns up to the balcony overlooking the storage area.
"Die in shame..." A man yells and guns go off, raking across their position. Two of the soldiers on their team are dropped in front of Soap, bleeding from bullet wounds to their chest. He ducks behind one of the stacks of crates and shoots at the muzzle flash from above.
He brings out his knife and tries stabbing him, but Ghost gets to him first, shooting the enemy in the neck. Soap pushes the body off him.
"Thanks, LT." When no more gunfire goes off, Ghost looks around their little hiding space.
"We clear?"
"All clear." 7-6 says between breaths.
"Search it. Let's find what they were hiding..." Ghost stands up and starts looking around the room. Soap immediately goes to the shipping container.
"The warehouse wasn't on the intel..." He mutters.
"What the fuck is this?" Ghost turns to Soap and watches as he opens the container, electrical equipment behind the door. Ghost goes inside and flips a switch.
"It's all in English." He comments, hearing something shift inside the container. They back up when they realize the top is opening up.
"Steamin' Jesus." Soap breathes.
"Ballistic missiles." Ghost says in disbelief and looks at Soap.
"It's a mobile launcher."
"These'll go 1,000 miles." 7-6 watches as the thing stops moving, going stationary.
"At least..." Ghost adds in. Soap walks over to the side quickly and climbs onto a few crates that are leaning against it.
"7-6, get us through to Laswell." Ghost shouts at the man before following Soap.
"This is Watcher-1, send traffic." Laswell's voice grates on Ghost's ears.
"Laswell, this is Ghost, we got something."
"Tell me you found Hassan..." She sounds skeptical.
"Ghost, take a look at this..." Soap whispers to him, moving slightly to show Ghost what he was pointing at. An American flag sits painted on the side of the missile. Ghost's mouth goes dry.
"Ghost do you have Hassan?" Laswell asks with impatience.
"Negative. We found a weapons cache. Hassan's got missiles...they're a American." He tells her the last part hesitantly. Ghost has no idea how Iran got their hands on these, but it wasn't gonna be good news for Shepard.
"0-7- This is Gold Eagle Actual, repeat your last..." Shepard comes through on the radio. Ghost wasn't surprised he was listening in.
"I say again- Hassan has American missiles." There was a long silence on the other end of the line as Shepard processed the information.
Ghost could imagine the fury and frustration on his face as he waited for further explanation. But before he could say anything, Ghost continued.
"We're not sure how he got them, but we need to secure them now."
"Understood. I'm sending in a team to extract the missiles and bring them back to base for analysis. Bravo team, hold your position until they arrive."
"Copy that, Gold Eagle," Soap acknowledged, relief clear in his voice. Ghost could feel the tension in the air start to dissipate as they realized that their mission was nearly complete.
"How's your arm holding up, LT?" Soap asks from beside him, making Ghost turn his head slightly to look at the shorter man.
Soap doesn't wait for an answer though, grabbing at Ghost's arm and prodding at the bullet wound.
Ghost hisses in pain as he jerks his arm away. For them not knowing each other very well, Ghost thought Soap was being awfully touchy.
Soap looks up at him with a frown, "We need to get that looked at once we're back at base."
Ghost nods, "Yeah, I know." He knows he should have tended to it before, but their mission had taken priority. He glances over at the missile launcher, wondering just how Hassan had managed to get his hands on American missiles.
Pushing that thought away for now, he and the rest of the team wait for transport.
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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...
