Wicked Chaos | COD MW2 SGR FF/AU

7 | BUST A CAP

United States Military Base, Middle East / 10-28-22 / 06:00
SPECIAL OPERATIVE LIEUTENANT "CHAOS" / TF-141 ASSOCIATE

Shadows lurked rampantly throughout the confines of Chaos' quarters as the woman's restless form occupied the bed of tossed and twisted blankets, her blank stare glued to the lamp-lit ceiling peeking between her spread fingers. The quivering that had previously plagued Chaos' scarred hands ceased their ailment, her slender fingers now graced with their usual steadiness as if her prized honey badger demanded to be held with her familiar grasp. Propped up against the nightstand, it lay dormant, awaiting the warmth of her hands and the intent to kill to flood through its chamber following a meticulous cleaning of its parts. Such a routine beckoned for attention to detail and well-calculated movements and such shaking would not be tolerated, forcing Chaos to gather her bearings before she even thought about disassembling it.

Recalling the previous instance where the woman's hands trembled proved to be a challenge for the lieutenant; she dared not attempt to dig any further into the confines of her memories and torment herself with a mental rabbit hole. Should she ask Keegan or the other Ghosts, Chaos was sure recounting the occurrences was more of a chore than a generous favour from their perspective. However, the recollection of Al Mazrah still proved to be fresh and fruitful as her consciousness didn't completely evade her, rather, a motionless daze that lasted the greater part of ten minutes. At least, that was what she could discern from the cracked face of her watch following the fact.

During that lapse of time, Chaos' internal screenplay lingered on the cold truth that if her night vision goggles were not engaged, she would not have been walking into a partially destroyed building three after a quaking attempt to stand. She would not be glaring daggers at the lieutenant who ordered Bravo to push forward rather than spare a body to confirm her status. She would not have received a hand of relief from Soap, the only decent human being of Bravo to voice his concern for her and genuinely apologize for leaving her behind. She certainly would not be lying in an unfamiliar bed, contemplating her close brush with the familiar entity of death or the fueling of her intolerance towards Ghost for abandoning her behind enemy lines.

How was Chaos to feel exactly while facing the fact that Ghost would desert her at even the slightest inclination that she was dead? It certainly was worthy of a crime on its own, one that Chaos would not forgive nor forget so long as she was forced to be in his brutish presence.

Word of American missiles in the hands of Al Qatala quickly passed to mission control back in Washington, leaving Bravo team on the ground awaiting further orders to return to base or perform some other pressing task while the operation site was secured with their presence. Meanwhile, Chaos' mind was elsewhere; rather than the urgency of a terrorist group with volatile ballistics at their disposal, she thought the issue of AQ having armoured vehicles was far more worthy of her valuable time. Task Force 141's problem was the missiles, where Kate Laswell and General Shepherd would direct their next steps. Chaos' problem was the vehicles, an overwhelming suspicion they were linked to CKS-45 and the Manhattan raid influenced her current thoughts.

To those with a refined vision of the supernatural, Chaos' movements could only be described as ghostly as she broke away from the group without drawing any notice, reversing into the looming shadows before exiting the warehouse. Casually strolling away from the suffocating enclosure of the building, the woman's thoughts were finally able to breathe without restriction once the still cool air brushed across her bloodied face. The woman was well aware that her time alone was limited as surely someone would notice her absence from the warehouse before Bravo team came searching for her. Breaking out into an energizing sprint, Chaos could easily make out the shell of the downed helicopter as she drew near the crash site.