amor| an Alejandro Vargas fanfiction

I

Chapter I
Capture or kill

I was sitting in the back seat, next to a man, waiting to get to the new base. He is looking out the window, but seemed quite excited about this mission. He introduced himself as 'Soap', what kind of name is this? I kept the conversation on low, I am not interested in having a friendship, I'm planning on leaving the moment we catch Hassan.

The truck stopped, and me and Soap, alongside with the marines, left. There was a man standing in front of the plane. He was tall and well built, but his face was covered by a skull mask. Warfare strategy I suppose, the less human you look, the more scarier and intimidating you're looking in front of the enemy.

  "The Sergeants?" His voice rang around the air, confusion clear in his words.

Soap walked up to him, so i decided to just follow along. We were going in the same plane after all.

"Lets get ourselves a win, yeah, Lt? Save ya a sit, sir." He said, as he fist bumped his shoulder, with an enthusiastic smile on his face.

"Fuckin' hell..."

I looked at the masked man for a moment, before walking after Soap again. I could hear someone talking to the man behind through his comms, followed by his response.

"Yes sir. Negative sir. Out here."

He didn't seem too happy by Soap's presence. Is quite difficult to see that since his face is covered, but his body language speaks for itself. Do they know each other? Did they work together before and the Lieutenant didnt enjoy his company? I mean...he didn't seem to enjoy anyone's company in general.

I sat down by the Sargent, who was looking up to the masked man.

"Lieutenant Ghost." He whispered to me, pointing to him with his head.

Ghost, thats an interesting codename.

"Thanks."

"You have yet to tell me your code name though."

"BB."

"BB? What does that stand for?"

"Bone Breaker."

Ghost stood up, turning to face us.

"Bravo Team offloads here. Alpha Team stays onboard to land downrange. Both teams meet in the middle. Remember, we want Hassan alive, but this is capture or kill." he spoke loudly, his strong British accent ringing into my ears. He definitely isn't a Londoner.

I stood up, followed by Soap and a few more men. Soap's energy weirdes me out. He knows the risks of his job and of this mission, he can die at any moment, why is he like this then?

We left the plane, and started walking forward towards a house. The vegetation was quite massive so hiding in the grass to shoot at the people was possible.

A loud explosion caught our attention, only to see our plane in fire, quickly falling to the ground. Those fuckers have missiles.

"Razor 1 going down! We're going down!"

  I watched the helicopter spiraling out of control, crushing to the ground.

"Alpha! Whats your status?!" I heard Ghost say. But the only response he got was the sound of the marines coughing.