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"You got a solid aim, Laswell?" Soap asks.

I sit on top of the roof of a random house, aiming a sniper and tracing Ghost and Soap's every move. Even though I had to bind some civilians who wouldn't calm down, it needed to be done.

I squint and try to spot movement, seeing two figures a figure with guns, exchanging what seemed like pieces of paper.

"Movement on your left, I'll sick the one on the right, one of you get the left." I put the scope on the head of the solider, pulling the trigger and watching the body fall limp. Ghost comes up behind the other guy, shanking him in the neck and covering his mouth as he falls.

"Hey, I had that, why do you get all the good kills LT!" I hear Soap complain.

"Soap. Turn your walkie off." I remind him as I laugh to myself.

"Oh, shit- sorry. Anyways, keep watching our 12. Once we get confirmation of Hassan, I will let you know where to meet us," Soap says.

"Affirmative." I put my sniper back up after cocking it, aiming it towards a warehouse they were crossing.

I look up towards the west, seeing the sun slowly set and the sky suddenly turn dark.

"Soap, Ghost. Do you copy?" I sit up, slinging my sniper over my shoulder.

"What's up, LT... uh.. number two?"

I roll my eyes. "I'm headed your way. My laser scope will be spotted because it's getting darker out- get a move on, if they move Hassan it won't be in broad daylight-" a vibration tugs at my pocket, causing me to pull out my burner. It was Vargas.

Hassan. 2849 N. Almas St., be there sharp within ten. I'll see you there.

"Soap, Ghost. Vargas texted. 2849 N. Almas St., be there sharp in five. I'll meet you there, over."

"Copy, LT Laswell," A British accent responds.

I shove my walkie and burner into my zipper pocket, immediately jumping down from the roof onto a garbage can and onto the ground. I pull my handgun from my cargo pants, crouching as u run my way around the city crawling with murderers.

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Thanks to my eagerness to run and adrenaline, I made it to the house in seven minutes tops running at a mile. I run to the front door, breaching it swiftly with my knee and sweeping the room with my handgun until I found a familiar face.

I'm met with Vargas, Ghost, Rudolfo, and Soap who are pointing upstairs.

I crouch, running to them.

"Hassan?" I mouth to Soap.

Soap nods, giving me the hand signal to take charge. I look to the man in the mask kneeling.

"Ghost, LT. Your call. I may be a lieutenant but I wanted to join- they assigned you for a reason." I nod to him and he looks at me, nodding swiftly and leading up the stairs crouching.

"¡Puta!" A slap is heard along with aggressive yelling, which was then followed by weight hitting the floor. I look to Alejandro as he cups his ear, listening for the Spanish being spoken. There were angry voices, and it sounded like Farci as well- a language Hassan spoke well.

I purse my lips as we approach the closed door, all of us standing against the wall with our guns ready to blaze. Ghost holds up his hand, ready to chop it down and indicate to move in.

He puts his hand down, and Soap kicks down the door, all of us barging in and bullets spraying. I shoot two of Hassan's men in the corner, sliding in the ground and taking one of them out shooting them in the head.

"Hassan!" Soap yells as he runs after the convict.

"Fuck!" I immediately start down the stairs, spraying bullets into a bullet proof vest. My gun starts to click, and I was out of ammunition. I toss my gun behind me, chasing at lightning speed after Hassan.

I make it out the door, until bullets start to spray by my head. I try to crouch and run, but Hassan had men running from his direction towards us.

I finally make it to within arms reach, making a dive for it. I feel a fabric tug down with me, and I look up to see Hassan.

"Oh, you're fucked!" I crawl on top of him, grabbing him by the shirt.

"You'll be dead soon, bitch." He spits.

"Laswell! Do not hurt him- we need to contact Shepherd." Soap yells to me.

I drop Hassan into the ground, letting Ghost and Alejandro grab him and bind his wrists.

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"The fuck you mean let him go?!" I yell at the computer.

"We don't want to start a war crime. There's no solid evidence against his yet, and a war with Mexico is not what we want, 141." Shepherd warns.

As Ghost and Soap hold Hassan, they exchange glances. I hear Soap sigh.

"Today is your lucky day, Asshole." Soap says.

"You scumbags are going to die," Hassan looks around at all of us with a smile on his face. "Uneducated, probably can't even speak Arab! Farci?"

"You're lucky you're being let go. If you died no one would know where to look for the fucking stain!" Graves yells over the speakers.

Ghost kneels down, cutting the binds. Hassan stands up as we pile into the truck, driving off. War crime this, terms of engagement that. Hassan is a dangerous person. And we are going to kill that son of a bitch next time.

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