Chalice of Revenge (Ghost X Ruby Laswell)

2.

"Alright you pocket ponies you ready to board?!" Soap asks clapping his hands.

"You... what?" I laugh as I try to comprehend his mindset.

"I think I'd prefer you not call me that," Ghost says as he walks by. He shoots me a glance, but I wasn't sure what emotion he was aiming for.

"Alright, Vargas what's the plan?" I ask as I walk over to a map spread out on the trunk of the car.

"Thought we may have to fly out, but-" his finger lands directly on the map. "They tried to fool us thinking they'd fly him out of Mexico."

"How do we know his exact coordinates?" Soap asks crossing his arms.

"Tracker. Graves gave me one; the mission wasn't to exterminate, but to track in order to have proof of war crime." Ghost says blankly.

"Okay, so the plan?" I continue.

"Shadow-1 flies overhead while we scope the area, looking for Hassan or any missiles that we can detonate or destroy if at all possible." Alejandro says.

"How far?" Soap asks.

"About an hour drive, will you survive?" Rudolfo jokes as he looks to all of us.

I roll my eyes, and without hesitation hop into the vehicle and get in the middle seat tossing my  duffel in the back seat.

Ghost sits to the right of me while Soap is on the left, and within moments the car starts and we are off.

I lean my head against the uncomfortable thin seats; I didn't sleep well last night. There was no possible position for me to find comfort in, and Ghost was pacing around like a lunatic watching guard. And by the time I did attempt to fall asleep, I was awaken by yet another night terror. I was sick of those.

"Laswell!"

I look over to Dawson, who's running at me in full speed as I try to cover his tracks. There were men spilling in on him from every direction, and they had shot down the only air support we had. The only thing really providing him enough cover was this damned desert sand.

"Fucking run!" I yell as I shoot hysterically at silhouettes.

I look to Dawson yet again, who trips over his footing and falls.

"Fuck!"

I toss my equipment aside, sprinting at him in full speed.

"Laswell!"

I kept running.

"Laswell, no!"

I kept running.

"I'm fucking stuck, Laswell!"

I stop in my tracks, my eyes opening wide in terror as I stare him in the eyes. The only time I had actually felt remotely anything for someone- and there was absolutely nothing I could do.

"Semtex!"

Boom.

An explosion rings in my ears, and my body vibrates, pushing back. All I hear is gunfire around me and yelling coming from behind me as my team had finally arrived, a whole two minutes late. All I could feel was sharp shards of yellow sand and the warm matter on the surface my skin from what used to be Dawson. I look down at my hands, now covered in unintentional ally blood. My eyes burn, and I couldn't move an inch. Not one.

I felt my body vibrate, a burning sensation entering my bones. I look down, registering the fact that bullets were pouring into me like ice did a cup.