Clover: The 141's Luck (CoD MW2)

~First Phase: Part 2~

McCarthy's POV
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Today was the day the team had to move out for the first phase of the mission. Because our team was to be split up, we took two Jeeps to the camp we'll infiltrate, also to give us more options of escape if things went south.

Ghost insisted on driving the Jeep we had, but the entire ride was rough, having me fear for my life at some points. We ended up beating the rest of the team to the base, so we parked a good distance away to not be noticed by anyone guarding it.

"Clover to Bravo, all clear?" Price radioed to us when they arrived. "All clear, captain, waiting for your mark." We agreed that the Bravo team, which was Price, Gaz, and Soap, would give me and Ghost a signal for when we could enter the camp. Ghost sat ready with his rifle in hand in case a guard caught us outside the wall, his gloved hands gripping the gun with much focus.

Suddenly we heard a string of gunshots towards the north, indicating our signal. I jumped up the wall, helping Ghost up once I got to the top, and we ran to the communications room, where he broke the door and killed the enemies inside. Luckily the other three were keeping the rest of the camp distracted, so Ghost and I were able to focus on finding the data we needed.

I went to the filing cabinet closest to me, scanning through all of the files and notebooks inside them. After searching for about 10 minutes I found nothing, so I moved to looking on the computers in the room.

It was really difficult concentrating on finding the files here, I could hear gunshots from the outside the entire time I was searching, I was starting to get worried for Team Bravo.

I went to the center computer, looking into their files and restricted emails trying to find any information about the missiles. I had to ignore the gunshots and chaos that surrounded the area in order to concentrate, while also having to dodge security obstacles on the computer in front of me.

After 15 long minutes of searching the many different files and locations on the computers, I finally found an email with files attached that gave me the information I needed. It read:

November 10th, 2022
To whomever this may concern:
I have sent the ballistic missiles to your camp in REDACTED that should arrive within the next week. They have the capacity to decimate an entire city if used to its full advantage, but any information regarding this email and the missiles sent to you must stay classified. No one can know about this operation, which is why my missile developers did not tag them accordingly. I trust that your men will handle these with care and not compromise the operation, I expect to receive information in the future regarding the use for these missiles.
-Sheepdog

Who the hell is Sheepdog?

I turned to Ghost, who was looking at paper files nearby. "I found our intel..." I said forcefully. I got a flash drive to input the email and all it's attached files into it to give to Price after we left.

As soon as I finished I heard the radio again. "CLOVER, MOVE OUT. THE CAMP KNOWS YOU'RE THERE. GET OUT NOW."

SHIT! They caught onto us

Ghost and I sprinted out the door and past the wall blocking the outside of the camp, shots being fired at us repeatedly. I managed to dodge the bullets until I felt a sharp pain in my arm.

I got hit.

I kept running until I met Ghost at the Jeep, where I took out my gun and set myself up in the back seat. "DRIVE GHOST DRIVE" I barked at him, to which he slammed on the gas trying to escape. I kept shooting at anyone trying to shoot us, killing our enemies while driving away.

"Scythe, what the fuck happened?!" Ghost shouted at me. "I don't know, the good thing is that we got everything we needed." I replied flatly. The bad news was that we were separated from the rest of the team, and they weren't answering their comms. Ghost was infuriated, I could feel his anger even when I wasn't facing him.

After we drove about 20 miles away from the camp, Ghost stopped the car, just about the same time as my adrenaline wore off. I looked at my arm and saw that I had been shot once or twice, and I winced looking at it. Ghost looked back at me looking at my wound, and he rushed out of the car to where I was. "You got hit?! Why the fuck didn't you think to tell me?!!" He yelled, panic showing in his eyes and in his voice.

I was barely able to respond, pain being the only thing running in my mind, and he rushed to my side to administer first aid. He cut part of the sleeve of my jacket and shirt with his knife to see the gunshot wound and then gave me his glove. "I'm going to take the bullet out, bite into this so any noise you make will be muffled and won't be heard by others who could be nearby. This will hurt." I grabbed the balled-up glove with my mouth, biting into it pretty hard already.

He took out tweezers and dug into the bullet wound, and I screamed into the glove in pain, though the noise that came out was equivalent to a groan. It took him longer than expected, and he ended up telling me he had to remove two bullets from my arm. After that he stitched up my more severely opened wound the best he could, a medic would fix it once we got to safety. He then ripped off my mask with one hand and tore the fabric, using it to wrap my wound up to keep it from bleeding any more or getting too cold.

"Okay, that should be good for now, are you ok?" He asked, sounding incredibly concerned.

There were dried tears down my face, my mouth was quivering in pain and I was freezing. Obviously I am not okay. I gave him a sharp look and slumped down across the back of the Jeep, hoping I could rest while he drove to the safehouse.

He gave me a pat on the head, and gave me his coat. He helped me put the coat sleeve on my injured arm while I slipped my other arm into the other sleeve. He went to the drivers seat and began to drive again towards the safehouse, and I laid down again and passed out.

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It took about an hour and a half to make it back to the safehouse, we were pretty deep into the woods so it was harder for Ghost to navigate around it.

When we got there I woke up, panicked, and pulled out my handgun in case anyone tried to shoot. Ghost grabbed my hand and stopped me. "Scythe, we're safe now, we're back at the safehouse."

I looked around and couldn't see the rest of the team, they still haven't made it back yet. I huddled myself in the corner of the Jeep and started hyperventilating, pain piercing in my arm along with it. We had no idea where the captain was, or the other sergeants.

We were alone.

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A/N: yep it's chapter 5 and I'm already diving into the action, I thought it would be important for Clover/Scythe's development :)

This should be coming out around Christmas so I want to wish my readers a merry Christmas <3