"La casa de Sin Nombre?" Soap says while looking at El Sin Nombre's mansion. "No, one of him lugartenientes," Alejandro replied. "A cartel Lieutenant," Soap added.
Charlie looked through the binoculars at the mansion and exhaled sharply, apart of her was scared for Soap. She knew he could handle it but also was terrified if he got hurt.
Graves grabbed the binocular out of her hand and looked through it. She scoffed a bit at his rudeness and crossed her arms. "Some are invited or volunteer...others are.." Alejandro began. "Volen-told?" Graves finished, "so what's this meeting about?"
"Nosotros," Alejandro said, Charlie looked over at Graves to translate, "Us," she muttered, pissing Graves off.
"Sin Nombre will be there, yeah?" Ghost called out from behind them all, standing next to him was Grace who was looking around at the night time scenery, she was relaxing herself a bit.
"No guarantees, but this is our best shot," Alejandro sighed, walking over to Ghost and Grace as the others did the same. "Then we take it, I've got enough Shadows to take over the whole damn country," Graves rolled his eyes. He adjusted the collar of his shirt, elbowing Charlie a bit.
"I'd prefer if you didn't," Alejandro said quickly after his statement. "Just sayin', one house shouldn't be a problem." Graves scoffed. "We need Sin Nombre alive," Ghost responded.
"Well...then we need to meet him," Graves looked at the others with his statement. "How do we do that?" Charlie questioned, raising her eyebrow a bit. Graves turned his attention towards Charlie, "give them what they want, intel...they want to know who's here so then let's tell them."
"In person...?" Alejandro questions. Graves nodded, "get one of us inside and find the boss... roll him up." Graves clasped his hands together at the last part.
"I'll do it," Soap began. Charlie shot her attention towards Soap, "no you can't, if you go in there they'll kill you." Soap looks at Charlie, "I'll take my chances, we came here to stop a missile let's stop it, I'll offer intel for a meet with Sin Nombre," Soap continued, "and if he's there, we pounce."
"I'll go, too," a voice called out from behind the group, they all turned their attention to Grace who was staring at the scenery behind her. "I've got more intel then you all combined, believe me I'll be great," she continued. The group went silent before Alejandro spoke, "I'll go as well, you both will need eyes and ears, I've got you."
"I'll take overwatch, Charlie, you're with me," Ghost said. Graves ripped off his Shadow company patch and put it in Soap's pocket, "alright, let's gear up and get after it."
"You don't have to do this, Gracie," Ghost said to Grace, who was taking off her vest and rolling her sleeves up. "Well, I'm going to do it, and I thought you didn't like calling me that?" The woman smiled. Ghost shook his head a bit as he stared at her, ignoring her pervious statement, "You're not strong like Soap...you'll be killed," he sighed. "Not if I play along, Simon," she smiled, patting Ghost's shoulder before walking away and following Soap away from the group.
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"Shadows on station?" Graves said over the radio. "copy, all set here," Ghost said, keeping a close eye on Soap and Grace. "How ya holdin' up, Alejandro?" Graves asked, "un vaquero, inside..." Alejandro whispered into the radio. "God damn, how'd you do that?" Graves asked. "Violently..." Alejandro replied.
Soap and Grace slowly approached the front of the building, two men shot at them but missed. Grace and Soap froze in place as they checked them for weapons before kicking the two to the ground, the men taking away Grace's glasses.
Ghost could feel his blood boil a bit, "Visual on soap and Keller...." Ghost mumbled. Charlie looked through her binoculars at the sight of the two getting black bags put over their heads and taken inside.
"When do I get to hurt these bastards..." Charlie mumbled. "You can't...just leave that up to us," Ghost replied. "Lieutenant, I've killed a lot of men in the past week, I think I can handle it," she said, only to be ignored by Ghost.
"Why did you call Agent Keller 'Gracie'?" Charlie asked. Ghost shook his head a bit, "non of your business, prick," he stated. Charlie smiled, "is she your girlfffrrriennndd?" "No, nothing like that...mind your own business," Ghost scoffed.
Charlie rolled her eyes and yawned, a sense of exhaustion coming over her. Ghost looked over at her and watched as Charlie rubbed her eyes a bit to try and stay awake. He knew she was tired, and he knew she was scared for Soap and Grace.
"Lieutenant?" Charlie questioned. Ghost gave a subtle nod as Charlie began to speak, "I'm sorry about today...that outburst was very un called for...and rude..." Charlie got quiet as Ghost paid attention to the building not so far off in the distance from them.
"You're angry, you're disappointed, and you're under a lot of pressure....I get it...but you can't have freak outs like that....if you don't keep your composure then in the near future you or your team could die...learn to control your emotions," Ghost replied. Charlie nodded a bit, "got any tips, sir?" She smiled.
Ghost nodded, "compose yourself...and don't let people get into your head...that'll be the death of you...." Charlie's eyes widened at the last part, "be the death of me?" She questioned. Ghost nodded but refused to continue the conversation any more.
"Take a rest while I scope," Ghost said. Charlie looked over at the masked man and shook her head, "no, I have a duty same as you," she looked through her scope and Ghost stayed quiet. "Rest, so you're ready for a fight if one happens," Ghost replies. Charlie remained on her scope until the sounds of the chirping crickets and the darkness of the night sky let her fall asleep, her head rested on her arms as they had acted like a pillow.
Ghost looked over at her once she was asleep and stared at her. He didn't dare make any movements or sounds, he began to feel some he hadn't felt in a long time...sympathy.
He pitied her, he knew he shouldn't though. She proved herself to be more then capable of handling herself...but apart of him knew she was still a kid. A kid who didn't get to grow up just like him.
He noticed her body flinch in her sleep, he slowly patted her shoulder as he continued to go back to work, looking through his scope towards El Sin Nombre's house
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𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 || A Call of Duty OC Story ||
FanfictionCharlie Cunningham is the product of a sad marriage, her father was a Hunter but was rarely in her life and her mother was a store clerk living in Manchester, England. She suffered years of neglect from her parents and raised three of her younger si...
