Soap was running through a house, they'd been ambushed. Once they were sure everything was cleared and clean price sent him and ghost into the rubbish and trash left of the small village they were in.
König was left behind during the commotion.
No one was able to get in contact with the Austrian, the comms hadn't been working and könig had been on his own clearing out a house or two when it had happened.
Now soap was in one of those houses, ghost in the other. John was tearing apart the house. Flipping furniture, kicking open doors, digging through piles of dry wall, rubbish and bodys.
Not a sign of the tall man.
Soap was panicked, enraged.
Finally he found something when he entered the third to last room.
A piece of the Austrians sniper hood. He had to be close by, right?
Next bedroom. Last bedroom.
Soap isn't exactly a religious man but at this moment he was praying.
Praying he would find könig alive.
Alive and well is to much to ask for in this line of work.
"König!" The Scot called out hoping that would motivate the Austrian to come out of what sort of hiding he had found in the small rooms of the building.
'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.' He thought as he cleared through the last room finding nothing but a bloody sniper hood. Specifically königs sniper hood.
Soap picked it up and observed it for any clues.
The edges of the fabric were torn and rough. There was multiple blood stains here and there which wouldn't be alarming or out of the normal to soap due to the stuff they do just about daily at this point but something caught his eye.
A specifically large spot of blood at the toppish area on the fabric surrounding a bullet sized hole in the center.
Soaps eyes widened as he investigated the hole.
The bullet didn't go through.
Soaps eye welled up with tears as the realization hit.
König probably died or is in the process of bleeding out.
Fuck.
He needs to work fast.
There's always that small chance he's alive.
'Last room.' Soap said to himself as he grabbed königs mask and stuffed it into his pocket and collected himself before taking one last glance around the shit hole of a bedroom he was in and leaving to go find the safest entrance to the next one.
"Soap, how copy?" Was heard through the comms suddenly, the scratchy voice rang through his ears for a moment as he tried to remember how to speak as he forgot for whatever reason for a moment.
"Johnny . . . How copy." Ghost tried again, desperately needing a reply from his partner.
"Solid." Soap replied after a moment. "I'm solid . . . Have you found him?" Soap questioned quickly after his first reply.
"No, no trace of him here except a few bodys." Ghost replied.
No reply from soap.
John entered the room after finally tearing down most of one of the walls due to taking a moment to relive anger on one of the softer more damage parts of the wall, also so he could make his own entrance.
"König!" The Scot yelled as he spotted the Austrian, I mean someone his size is not all that hard to miss.
Soap observed the man's body before approaching him, he was breathing. Barely.
