"Shadows on station." Graves's voice echoed over Ghost's radio. He lies prone, watching the target building with the scope of his rifle.
"Copy. All set here." Ghost murmurs. He zeros in on several enemies, taking note of them all. There was no way they'd be running out of here alive. Air support would have to help them.
"Seein' room to set down on the roof." Graves replies.
"Check." Enemies are fucking everywhere. He didn't like this shit one bit. One guard circled the balcony facing Ghost, and another just stood at attention. He moves his scope down to face the gated entrance.
"Eyes on two, armed at the front door." Ghost's finger itched to pull his trigger, but he wouldn't risk the mission just to give Soap better entry. He'd get killed on the way through.
"Alejandro, how you doin'?"
"Un Vaquero, inside..." Alejandro whispers into the comms, sounding slightly winded. Ghost was impressed at the man's speed.
"Goddamn, how'd you do that?" Seems as though he wasn't the only one impressed.
"Violently." Was all Alejandro said, sounding smug. Ghost notices the guards draw their guns. Soap has entered the ring. He moved his rifle to look at the man. He was wearing civilian clothes, hands above his head, and no weapons despite Ghost's warnings to bring one just in case.
"Visual on Soap." One of the guards shot at the ground near Soap's feet. Watching the whole thing unfold was making Ghost anxious.
"Moment o' truth..." The guard to Soap's right smashed his gun into the back of Soap's knees, causing him to crumple to the ground. They haven't shot him yet, so all is well.
"They see him?" Alejandro was a little late to the party. Soap kept his head bowed.
"They do now..." Ghost whispered, not noticing he was holding his breath. One guard held his gun at Soap's head, the other touching his earpiece and talking to someone on the other side. The person seemed to want to talk because the guard put down his weapon, tying a fabric bag over Soap's head and helping him up roughly.
"They're taking him in." Ghost sighs in relief, watching as someone pats Soap down.
"Kid's got sand," Graves says. They push Soap to the doors, shoving him harshly. Ghost doesn't realize he's holding his breath until he loses sight of him.
"I hope he makes it." Alejandro prays quietly.
"Me too..."
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Soap's disorientation slowly subsided as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light in the elevator. The sight of Alejandro took him by surprise.
"Alejandro...?" Soap muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Alejandro wasted no time in delivering a warning. "No time— Listen, give them good intel in there. Don't lie, tell them everything they want to know or you'll die in here." His tone was dead serious.
Soap's confusion deepened. This was not part of the plan, or at least, they hadn't formulated a plan, to begin with. But Alejandro's urgency was apparent.
"Tell them everything?" Soap asked, seeking clarification.
Alejandro scanned the surroundings warily before responding. "Everything...Mexican Special Forces. American PMCS. Shadow Company. Philip Graves. All truth..."
"Even your name...?" Alejandro pauses at that, but before he could say anything the elevator doors open, revealing a man about the same height as Soap. The print on his button-up shirt is this tacky yellow with red and dark green patterns, something you would see on your grandma's quilt.
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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...
