Chalice of Revenge (Ghost X Ruby Laswell)

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"Here, Lieutenant." The chopper hits the ground with substantial force, causing me to awake from my groggy half-slumber.

"Throw me the walkie," I reach for the front of the chopper and he hands me a walkie on a coiled wire. I press the button, hearing the static come through. "This is Lieutenant Ruby Laswell, does anyone copy? Over." I release the button, and almost get a response back immediately.

"The one and only Ruby Laswell? Yeah, Graves told us of your sudden appearance! Come on in, we are loading up and preparing for out next hit. Oh this is Soap, over." I roll my eyes; they didn't need the help, huh? I knew Soap for years- he was a charismatic dude with an optimistic and joking personality. I considered him one of my closer friends, as I attended the most missions with him. He sure was smart, but he had his moments for sure.

I nod to the pilot as I sling my bag over my bony shoulder and exit the aircraft, stretching my legs. In front of me stood a hideout house, with a military vehicle parked in the front. I walk towards the building, seeing men load the car. Then, I spot Soap.

"Alright, guys. What's the move-" I catch sight of two men I do not know, whom I am guessing are stationed here from Mexico itself.

"Mexican Special Forces. Alejandro Vargas, and this is my partner in delito (crime), Rudolfo. Or Rudy." He laughs.

I nod, smiling. "Pleased to meet you. What's the move?" I look to Soap who joins beside me, with  a map in his hands.

"You're here for the exciting part, that's for sure." Soap grins. He spreads the map out in front of me, pointing to a place near us. "The plan is to capture Hassan. Enter Las Almas from the backway, try to go unsuspected." I nod, biting my lip.

"Any intel to be aware of?" I look around and everyone shakes their heads. "Where is the other Lieutenant?" I look around, and Soap points to a man in black and a thick skull mask loading snipers.

I nod slowly, unsure of who he is. I look to Soap, raising an eyebrow. "His name is Ghost,"

"And the mask?" I ask gesturing to my face.

"It never comes off, don't ask. It's his alias- or his personality, I should say. But he's a great LT; quick, stealthy, and a hell of a good aim." Soap says. "Oh and he won't introduce himself, so I would avoid that conversation if I were you. He's a bit of a introvert,"

"I can vouch for all of that," Alejandro agrees.

"Well I hope you're ready, Laswell." Soap says looking to me. I smirk as I open my bag, grabbing out my belt and my sniper.

"I begged to be here for a reason, Soap." I look up at him and sling my gun over my shoulder, walking towards the vehicle with the rest.

We all pile up in the vehicle, Rudolfo and Alejandro in the front, with Alejandro driving. Whilst I was lodged in between Soap and Ghost; considering how small I was I wasn't bothered. I had to fit in a closet for five hours in Iran to record intel.

The guy in the mask, Ghost, kept looking at me as if he was offended- but I couldn't tell- his face just wasn't there to exist to confirm my suspicions. All I could see were his eyes and smudges of what seemed to look like dirt or black paint?

"So, I see you convinced Kate finally?" Soap asks intrigued.

"Took a bit; called Graves to prove my point." I state.

"Ah, Laswell is your mother?" Alejandro asks from the front. "Great lady, knows her stuff."

"Not biological, no. Adopted." I sit back, adjusting my comfort and trying to dodge personal questions. I look out the window, pointing to a pile of dead bodies covered in white sheets with red stains. "Jesus, what happened here? In front of civilians?" I ask with an eyebrow raised. Soap looks out Ghost's window with me, gasping.

"El Sin Nombre."

"El Sin Nombre?" Ghost speaks. he was British, and has a deep raspiness to his voice.

"No name," Rudolfo responds.

"Sin Nombre runs the streets, killing civilians and making Las Almas fall under their surrender. We aren't sure of who it is yet, but we do know they're involved with Hassan." Alejandro grinds.

"No cops?" Soap asks.

Alejandro shakes his head. "No, Sin Nombre is tied in with the law here. They deploy guards on the streets to make sure nothing breaks out."

"Damn," I whisper.

The car comes to a halt, behind a building in an alleyway.

"Here's your pitstop, Bella." Alejandro says.

"Bella?" I ask as I try to file out.

"It means beautiful in Spanish," Rudolfo says proudly.

"Say it again and I may or may not rip your tongue out?" I smirk.

Soap looks to Alejandro and Rudolfo, shaking his head. "I wouldn't test her, man. I've seen her blow some dude's arms off." He flashes a wink at me, causing me to slightly laugh as I close the car door and pat the roof.

I look to Ghost, who is kneeling and preparing his guns for whoever we run into.

"You're not a talker I take it, lieutenant?" I ask as I lean against the building. He looks to me, slinging a gun over his shoulder.

"I talk when needed, lieutenant." With that, he turns around and heads into the building.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" I call out to him.

"He probably thinks it's an insult you're here- feels intimidated." Soap leans over to me and says.

I nod slowly; he sure was weird, but there as nothing I could do about it.

"Let's get going, it's starting to become dusk out; the less visibility the better." I tell Soap. He nods as we follow closely behind Ghost.