"Where the hell are they?" Soap heard the Shadow's conversation echoing out of the tunnels. This wasn't going to be a pretty fight.
"Maybe they're both dead."
"Graves wants proof." So two then. There were only two up ahead. Soap grabs his now-soaked bag and swears. All of the smoke bombs would be ruined by the water. He didn't know how well his guns would work either as he was unable to keep the shotgun above water.
"Just cut the mask off." One of teh Shadows remarks and he scoffed. Ghost wouldn't let that shit ever happen, and if it did...God Soap didn't even want to know what the guy would do.
"Do I get a bonus for that...?" One of them laughs.
"Not if I beat you to it."
Soap walks through the water slowly. Not that it would make much of a difference since water is pouring down from the street above pretty loudly.
"I'll kill the Irish one."
"The kid's Scottish, not Irish." He rounds the bend of the tunnel and stops when he sees them. Fully fucking armored Shadows. There was no way they'd die right away if he didn't shoot them in the face.
"It's the same fucking thing...!" Their conversation stops and Soap is almost afraid they had noticed him already. Just turns out they don't wanna talk anymore, at he sits there for a few more minutes.
He presses a button on his radio, "Ghost, I got Shadows wearing body armor."
"You'll have to get in close and find the gaps."
"Rog." Soap works his way around one of the many pillars, a flashlight passing over the spot he'd just been at. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. One of them begins walking his way.
Soap dives under the water, waiting for the Shadow to pass him. They just stand a couple feet away from him, not moving. It's now or never. He grabs the guy's hand and pulls him under before he could get a sound out. Soap shoves a blade underneath the vest he was wearing and twists it.
The man lets out a choked scream, pushing at Soap. He stabs the Shadow again in the neck, instantly killing him.
Soap wasn't quiet enough it seems, because the other one is shouting something, rushing over to his position. Soap dives back under, swimming away from the body. He could just sneak past now, but he didn't want the other one alive and walking.
He slowly swims behind the guy and stabs him straight in the thigh. The Shadow crumples with a yell, clutching at his leg. Soap grabs him by the neck and hoists him upward.
"Wait- please, no! Just wait!" The Shadow pleads, grasping at Soap's forearm. Soap gives him a furious glare.
"Would you spare my team if we asked you to wait?" Soap sneers, planting his knee straight into the guy's groin. He shouts in pain.
"I think not." He shoves his blade through the man's jugular and pulls it out quickly. He wipes the blade on his pant leg, pocketing it. That was two down. There's a little radio chatter, other mercs concerned about the silence from the other end.
He had to move otherwise more would be on him like vultures. Soap continues to move forward. The water slows him down by a lot which isn't great for his still-bleeding wounds. He doesn't know how much blood he's lost, but all feeling in his left arm is gone.
His calf isn't any better, the pain searing and uncomfortable.
He sees a white van ahead of him and notices another Shadow to the left of it. Soap huffs in frustration. There couldn't just be one area where Shadows weren't occupied?
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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...
