Seven hours later...
"La casa de Sin Nombre?" Soap asked as he looked at the faraway mansion with his scope.
"No. One of his Lugartenientes." Alejandro replied. Laswell had revealed to them an hour ago that El Sin Nombre had been the one to sell the missiles to Hassan, making the cartel wholeheartedly responsible for all this shit.
He had already suspected them to be involved with the way they sent the fucking Mexican army after them.
After getting a bit of rest at the campsite, and when they filled Alejandro in on what Laswell had told them, they radioed Graves to tell him to meet up with them on the roof of the building they were on now. The American was with them now, standing beside Soap.
"A cartel Lieutenant." Soap points out, and Alejandro grins.
"Nice, brother. You're learning." He hands the scope over to Graves so he could look through it. The guy flips it in his hand.
"My sources tell me all the VIP's in Las Almas will be there tonight. Some are invites, others are, umm..." Alejandro trails off and Soap grimaces. He knew what the man didn't want to say.
"Volun-told...?" Graves finishes, tucking the scope into his vest.
"Yes."
"What's the meet about?" The American asks, glancing over at Ghost who was lurking behind them. The guy always seemed put on edge around the masked man. Soap would've been the same way if he didn't know Ghost very well.
"Us." Alejandro shrugged. "Las Almas is burning, and they want to know who lit the fire."
"Sin Nombre will be there, yeah?" Ghost's voice makes Graves jump slightly.
"No guarantees, but this is our best shot." Alejandro turned to Ghost, walking up to him. They all did that, but Graves stayed slightly behind Soap as if that would help him.
"Then we take it." Graves chipped in. "I got enough Shadows here to take over the whole damn country." Alejandro shook his head.
"I'd prefer if you didn't."
"I'm just sayin'...one house shouldn't be a problem."
"We need Sin Nombre alive." Ghost hisses and Graves looks towards the house.
"Well...then we need to meet him." His head bobs slightly and his mouth turns down into a frown.
"How?" Soap asks, confused. No way were they going to be able to get an audience with Sin Nombre and leave with their heads.
"Give 'em what they want...Intel. They wanna know who's here. Let's tell 'em." He smirks as though this is the greatest idea he's ever come up with.
"In person-?" Alejandro starts, but Graves cuts him off.
"Correcto...Get one of us inside, find the boss...roll him up." Graves makes a rolling gesture with his fingers to emphasize this. Soap notices Ghost contemplating something, and he wants to ask what, but not in front of the American.
"I'll do it." Soap can see Ghost tense a little, probably not to keen on the idea of Soap going into enemy territory alone, especially cartel territory.
"You go in there, and they'll kill you, hermano," Alejandro warns him, his stance serious. Soap pauses for a few seconds before replying.
"I'll take my chances. We came here to stop a missile, let's stop it." His voice was filled with conviction. Soap believed they could pull this off.
"I'll offer intel for a meet with Sin Nombre. And if he's there, we pounce."
"Hell yeah- You've got balls, you son of a bitch." Alejandro grins, "You make it in you'll need eyes and ears. I'll go too."
"I'll take overwatch." Ghost says, watching the exchange between Soap and Alejandro. He turns to Graves. "Shadow circles the target in a helo."
Graves huffs, shuffling his feet slowly, "Roger that."
"They are going to want proof..." Graves tears something off his vest, showing it to Soap. "Show 'em this."
Soap takes the patch from Graves, patting his shoulder. Graves returns the gesture with a smile.
"Call me when you need me. Let's gear up and get after it." Graves leaves, exiting the rooftop down a stairway they used to get up here.
Alejandro follows him, followed by Ghost. Soap was the last to descend, and he watched the back of Ghost's head.
They made their way to the truck after passing through the back doors of the building. Grave's car was already gone, and Soap assumed the man was pissed about not getting to get in on the action of the mission.
Soap entered the car on the front passenger's side, Alejandro in the driver's seat already. Ghost says something under his breath but Soap doesn't bother asking what.
"Ready?" Alejandro adjusts the front mirror and looks back at Ghost.
It's been about thirty minutes since they took off from that rooftop.
Soap was worried. After their little huddle, Ghost hasn't said a thing to him. You'd think that after they had that little moment in the cafeteria a few days ago, Ghost would be more inclined to talk to him. It must be a work thing then, the man too focused in the future than the present.
He was very talkative last night at least with him and Alejandro.
The masked man sat in the back of the truck as they moved locations. His balaclava was rolled up slightly so he could smoke a cigarette. Huh. Soap didn't know Ghost smoked.
"Ghost, put the cigarette out, it's searing off my nose hairs." He jokes, letting out a fake cough and squeezed the bridge of his nose.
Ghost only rolls his eyes, a smile playing at his lips as he puts the cigarette out.
"So run me through your stupid plan again?" Alejandro asks, looking a little awkward.
"I walk up to the front door-"
"With no weapons." Ghost mutters, giving Soap an unamused look. Soap turned his body to look at him.
"Then they'd shoot me on the spot. You wouldn't want me dead now would you?"
Ghost's eyes widen slightly, "No."
"Of course not." Alejandro says right after Ghost, "But shouldn't bring at least a fucking taser or something?"
"Since when would I have had the time to go get a fuckin' taser?" Soap deadpans. This conversation was going nowhere.
They all sat in silence after that, not wanting to think how stupid this mission was going to be.
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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...
