MEDIC

Chapter 17. Red Lullaby

EDITED 28/08/23 - HEAVY REWRITE. READ FOR UPDATED VERSION.

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By the time you'd found Ghost and Horangi the brunt of the action had already passed. You ran up the flight of stairs of what you assumed to be the main building in the compound to find Ghost stood in the office at the top, his hand wrapped around the shirt of the now dead arms dealer while Horangi flicked through various files scattered on the floor.

The Lieutenants cold eyes snapped to your direction, looking you up and down before dropping the dead man he was holding onto in a crumpled heap on the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Ghosts heavy British accent grated against your already frayed nerves, as he stomped over to you, his heavy boots causing the splintering wooden floor to creak beneath him. You opened your mouth to answer but were cut off by Horangi giving a sharp whistle to get the Lieutenants attention.

The Korean soldier was holding a single sheet of paper in his hands and turned it to face Ghost, a gloved hand pointing at a certain section of the paperwork.
"This asshole was just the tip of the iceberg...seems our friends have been getting imported firearms from Mexico, there's some kind of Codename here...El Sin Nombre."

Ghost continued to stare into your very core for a few more agonising moments before turning away to face his Korean team mate.
"We need to show this to Price. This goes way beyond what we first thought."

"Right."
Horangi nodded in agreement, folding the piece of paper and tucking it into one of the pockets on his vest before giving you a reassuring nod.

"Silver lining though, we get sent to Mexico to deal with this thing then we don't have to deal with this fucking snow anymore. Im quite looking forward to the sun."
Horangi gave you a wink, noticing how you couldn't help but smile in response to his attempt to look on the bright side of things.

"Psh. You say that now but you'll be wishing for the snow when your frying your bollocks off in the fucking sun." Ghost grumbled under his breath, giving Horangi a quick hand signal to follow him outside. You followed suit, trying to hide the slight insult you felt at Simon not even bothering to look at you as he barged past and sauntered downstairs.

Honestly you were relieved that the mission was finally over and done with and all things considered it seemed to have gone relatively smoothly despite Roach sustaining injury.

Oh shit we need to go get Roach.

You jogged down the stairs trying to flag Ghost down and make him aware that you'd tended to Roaches injuries before finding him and Horangi. You hoped that Simon knowing that you'd helped one of his closest friends would give you at least a couple of good points in his book. Your train of thought on earning some minor approval from Ghost was cut short when you almost ran into the back of Horangi, who, along with the Lieutenant, was stood stone still.

You peered around the two soldiers. What you saw made your blood run cold.

Not twenty feet away stood König, the soldier was covered in blood which ran freely down his gear. He had a young man pinned under his boot and was holding the battered corpse of another man in one of his hands.

"P-please..." You could hear the strain in the still living mans Russian accent choke out as he weakly begged for his life under Königs boot.

"I-I have a famil-"  The mans plea was cut short, you watched in horror as König crushed the mans head under his heel, repeatedly stomping down onto his face until it was completely caved in. He threw the corpse of the other man he was holding across the icy ground, leaving a bloodied smear as the body slid to a stop.