amor| an Alejandro Vargas fanfiction

XIX

Chapter XIX
Conversations and transfers

Hassan was dead. The missiles were stopped, all of them. That was my last mission with the 141, and for the first time...I felt sad leaving a team. Hated teamwork before meeting them. Though working in this field I'll only have subordinates and commanders. Never thought I'd make friends and fall in love.

But here I was.

I was in the common room, walking from side to side, worried, while Soap was trying to watch the tv and Ghost was just scrolling through the phone.

"BB can you please walk around behind the couch at least?"

"Hm? I'm sorry, I'm just thinking."

"About?"

"Alejandro. And how the hell do I get my transfer."

Soap sighed, shaking his head.

"I told you I talked to Price and Laswell. Please just trust me. You'll get there."

"You'll have to go back to London for some paperwork, though." Ghost said, still looking into his phone. "But you're lucky. I contacted somewhere there. I may or may not have solved half of them myself."

I stopped walking, looking at them. They've been here since day one, thing that I haven't noticed early enough. Yeah me and Soap used to gossip a lot, and Ghost used to listen, and sometimes gave me simple advices, but never thought of more.

"You two are amazing guys..."

"Nah lassie, we're friends. That's what friends are for. Now sit down, I'm getting dizzy watching you walk like this."

I nodded and sat on an armchair, crossing my legs as I did so.

"Did you tell Alejandro?" Ghost asked, letting his phone away, paying attention to me now.

"No...I want it to be a surprise. Rodolfo said he's going to make sure to accept and do the paperwork without him knowing."

"Rodolfo's a real man, he even helped me kill Graves." Soap said, spreading himself on the couch.

"So he is dead. How did it go?"

"I'll quote Rodolfo...'Good job hermano, you brought a gun to a tank fight and won'. That fucker straight up used a tank against me and he fuckin lost!" Soap said, chuckling as he was speaking.

I shook my head, covering my mouth as I was chuckling myself. I couldn't help but imagine him doing that.

"And how did you kill him then?"

"Ey, soldiers have their secrets sometimes."

"Los Vaqueros had to clean after us, a lot." Ghost added. "A hand here, a leg there. Ya know."

"Oh y'all are so badass." I laughed, shaking my head. "Hopped I could be ther to see that damn."

"You're talking?! You almost killed yourself to get the controls from Hassan!" Soap said, pointing his finger to me.

"I told Laswell that you die, I'll kill you again myself." Ghost said, crossing his arms at his chest.

"He actually told me he will kill you even if you turn out to be alive as well. He gave up on the idea because you did well."