𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 | Simon 'GHOST' Riley

𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞 𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗

The minute you'd touched down in Chicago, Laswell had pulled you into her arms, and refused to let you go for a good 10 minutes.

You couldn't help but break down again, tears falling from your eyes as your mother figure held you.

"I killed him." you sobbed, holding her tighter.

"I know, my darling girl, it's alright, it's okay." she soothed you.

"He tried to kill me, mama."

"I know, honey, but he can't hurt you anymore. He can't hurt any of you anymore."

You put your head down, sniffing as you looked at your feet, "I almost lost control again."

Laswell frowned, looking behind you to Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz. They all nodded, confirming your statement.

"But you didn't. Okay?" she took your face in her hands, "You didn't, you had control, and you realised it was slipping."

"I still killed him."

"That was the mission. You had your orders. Alright?"

You looked at her, her thumbs wiping away the last of your tears, and nodded.

The boys stood back, letting you have the moment.

But there was no time to waste.

Hassan was here, and with the final missile.

Getting back to a safe house, Laswell laid out the plans. She had found that the missile and Hassan had been seen with his AQ soldiers in a building in downtown Chicago, owned by the Las Almas cartel.

She believed that Hassan was being held in a fortified server room, on the 54th floor of the building. You, Soap, and Price were take a helo, landing on the building. Ghost was put on overwatch across the street, while Gaz was on the ground with the marines. 

While Gaz and his marines push up the building, you, Price and Soap were to push down, ready to pinch Hassan in the middle.

"Watcher-1 to Bravo-6 Actual. Perimeter is secure. We have a possible hit on the missile container. We're moving in now." Laswell said.

"Solid copy. All Bravo, move to set. We're on." Price replied.

You were sat in the helo, heart pounding and clutching your gun.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, stopping you from looking outside.

"You good, Boo?" Ghost's voice came as he shone his light at you from the other helo.

"Uh-huh, turns out jumping off that cliff back in Las Almas was not enough to cure my f-fear of height- oh fuck me-"

As you spoke, the helo turned off, separating from the other to get in position for landing.

Price reached over, squeezing your thigh, "You got this, love."

Whimpering, you nodded, "I hope you know I'm not fucking rappelling down that."

"Nah, they're chuckin' me down it instead." Soap laughed.

You forced a laugh as he helped you down from the helo, the three off you jogging to the wall and crouching down.

"Soap, hook up." Price said, gesturing to the lock on the wall.

"Ghost, we're all set, you have eyes on?" you spoke, holding onto the back of Soap's vest as he stood atop the wall.

"Affirm. Flashing now."

A small light on the roof of the building across from you shone, and you recognised the pattern to be Morse Code.