The Blood in my Past

Chapter 5: White

The Boeing C-130 engines started to idle down, Ghost and Soap were the first two off the small aircraft. Alejandro was walking towards them, his hands were gripping the shoulder straps of his tactical vest.

"Ghost! Soap! It's good to have you back amigos!" Alejandro said excitingly with a smile.

"It's good to be back mate." Soap responded, while lightly punching the Latin's shoulder.

"Has Laswell or Gaz shown up yet?" Ghost ask in a stern voice.

"No, not yet, but I'll make sure you three are the first to know." Alejandro stated just as Price had join them.

"Where's Rudy?" Soap piped up.

Alejandro turned his attention to Soap "Sorry, we had to make a few last minute arrangements for your arrival, he should be done shortly."

"And we are sorry for that, we didn't know who we could trust." Price added.

"We appreciate the sentiment, Ven Ahora! Let's get you boys settled." Alejandro said with a nod before he pivoted and wave the three men to follow him.

The trio began walking toward Alejandro's convoy, they just wanted to get to their new temporary base as the sun had started to set.

Gaz had met up with the team again by the following morning and Laswell was only a few hours behind him. She brought news that her informant was heading their way and should be arriving by 0800 tomorrow. Ghost was ready to get this over with, he wanted nothing more than to get back to tracking down Makarov.

It was 0748 when the Boeing C-17's wheels hit the ground of the tarmac. Ghost and his team where already waiting out on the airstrip to meet this informant. Ghost and Soap were standing off to the side of Price, who was having a conversation with Laswell. Ghost couldn't make out what they were saying over the turbines. Price had leaned forward to whisper something into Kate's ear before she turned and headed back in the direction of the convoy. Alejandro had finally joined the three, being followed by Rudy, just as the hanger bay of the aircraft started to open. Price had now walked over and was standing in front of his men facing the plane.

Once the door made contact with the asphalt, someone started walking forward, creeping their way out from the darkness. Ghost could tell it was a woman, she had on black strapped combat boots with a pair of dark washed jeans, sporting a black t-shirt under a bullet proof tactical vest. There was a pistol holder strapped to her right thigh and a combat knife hooked to her left shoulder. Her tactical vest sported the union flag along with C.I.A letters under it. Ghost couldn't make out her face, as she was dawning a pair of aviator sunglasses that covered most of her features. Her skin was a light shade of tan and her long white blonde hair was fixed into a braid that rested upon her right shoulder. Ghost could tell she was tall for your average woman but would fair short in comparison to him and his men, them all being over 6 feet. Her stature was lean, 10 stones at best, not much visible muscle tone for someone with high military training. Ghost wondered if she could even hold a rifle up while also carrying a full pack of gear on her. Ghost was anything but impressed, she was definitely going to have to dazzle him with her skills if she was going to be able to handle keeping up with the task force. Price walked forward, reaching his arms up in a greeting gesture before placing them down on both sides of her shoulders, just as she had stepped off the ramp and dropped her bag to her feet.

"You've gotten taller." Price said surprisingly.

"I would have hoped so, it's only been 15 year since you last saw me in person!" The woman commented.

Price chuckled at this.

"Has it really been that long." Price discerned with a heart-breaking tone.

The woman looked down as if a painful memory had just crossed her mind, before looking back up at Price with a forced smile.