Soap made another pry tool and used it on another door. This one was a little harder to open, but it worked all the same. Ghost really knew what he was talking about, didn't he?
The door opened to a bedroom. Several pieces of furniture were flipped over or destroyed from being thrown around. There was another blue dresser and Soap opened it. Nothing was inside and he cursed.
"Fuckin' stupid..." He would've kicked the thing too if there weren't Shadows in the floor below him. Soap walks to the other side of the room and to the next open doorway. He walks through it only for a large dog in a cage to start barking at him.
"Hell's fuckin' balls..." His hands go up in surprise and he almost falls backward.
"What's going on up there?" Shit. One of the Shadows heard. Of course they heard, the dog almost blew Soap's eardrums out. "I'm going to go check it out..."
Soap practically runs to the other side of the room to an open bathroom. The bathtub had a shower curtain he could hide behind so he got inside and lay as flat as he could, making minimal noise in the process.
"It's the dog from the bedroom." Footsteps stopped at the far side of the room. The Shadow was closer than Soap had originally thought. "I don't see anything, I'll stick around just in case."
There's no sign of the man leaving the room, so Soap takes a chance and peaks around the corner. The Shadow is watching the dog, pointing his flashlight at it. Soap takes the opportunity to walk out to the balcony door.
"Did you see the caged dog?" Soap hisses into his radio.
"Big geezer. If he barks, shoot him and repo quickly. Don't get compromised..." Ghost sounded serious. So that wasn't a joke. He frowned, looking back at the Shadow who looked like he'd left the room already.
"You are stone cold, Simon." Soap murmurs, looking off the balcony railing. He needed to jump.
"What has two legs and bleeds?"
"What?" Soap was too distracted to listen clearly to what Ghost was saying.
"Half a dog..." That one makes Soap pause. It wasn't funny, just surprising.
"Sorry I asked..." Soap lifts himself over the railing and plummets down to the street below. His landing is less than graceful, and he could've sworn he just broke something in the process.
"Ow...fuck." When he stands, his vision swims and his stomach feels like it's gonna come up from his throat. He doesn't realize he's breathing heavily until Ghost talks again.
"Gimme a sit rep."
"Outside...Gated alley." His voice is uneven as he speaks and he's stumbling over his feet quite a bit. Soap has to keep moving if he wants to stay alive.
"Stick to the edges and stay low."
"Copy." Soap manages to get out before collapsing onto the pavement. His head is pounding and he can no longer feel his left arm anymore.
"You may get a brag rag for this..." Soap attempts to stand again, pushing himself up with his good arm.
"A medal?"
"Chest candy."
"Dead Shadows are my medals." He finally steadies himself and continues walking through one of the alleyways.
"You said you wanted a win. Congratulations, you're a winner..." Soap couldn't believe Ghost remembered one of the first things he said to him. It seems the guy pays more attention to Soap than he realizes. He smiles.
"Away n' bile yer heid...!"
"English, MacTavish..." Ghost complains.
"Sorry, sir, let me translate...'Go fuck yourself'."
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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...
