By the time Soap realized the enemy was there, it was too late to block the knife being forced into his side; he bit his tongue to avoid crying out and alerting more enemies of his position. He pulled out his sidearm placing a bullet between the enemy’s eyes and took a harsh breath as he pulled the blade out and tossed it to the side, grabbing the gauze from his breast pocket and packed the wound to the best of his abilities, clenching his jaw against the pain. Once the rushed patchwork was to his satisfaction he straightened out, ignoring the twinge of pain in his side.
He reached to pick up his smg that was knocked aside in the struggle, “Soap how copy?” he resisted the urge to jump at the sound of Gaz unexpectedly in his ear, “Solid, ran into a slight problem but it’s resolved now, continuing towards the suspected terrorist cell.” he clicked off his comms and took a deep breath to collect himself then set off towards the targeted building, ignoring the feeling of blood soaking through the gaze and shirt as it began dripping down his side. The first room was clear but there were muffled voices coming from the hall, taking cautious steps towards the doorway trying to distinguish what was being said but they were speaking in a language he didn’t understand.
Letting his smg drop to his side by the strap he grabbed two of his throwing knives and peaked around the corner, carefully staying out of their line of sight and calculated his throws after he hit his mark, their bodies hit the floor with a soft thump a third guard rounded the corner and immediately caught sight of Soap lifting his weapon and firing. As he tucked back behind the wall one of the bullets ripped through the flesh of his bicep and he cried out in pain but forced himself to work through it as he reached up to his comms.
“I’ve been compromised Gaz going loud in three.” he counted down in his head as heard Gaz’s affirm in his ear. He peaked back out firing off his own burst of rounds and the guard, he slowly advanced down the hallway eyes sharp to detect any signs of movement. Soap cleared the rest of the house easily and his hand hovered over the doorknob of the cellar door as he radioed Gaz once more, “I’ve cleared the building all except for the cellar, permission to breach?” There was an unsettling static filling his ears in response making his stomach clench in worry.
“Gaz how copy?” nothing but static filling the comms once more. He quietly growled beneath his breath. He had his orders, go in, clear the building of all hostiles, get to the cellar, plant charges, get as much intel as he could before leaving, then get the hell out and blow the place sky high. He forced the door of the cellar and was met with darkness that seemed to extend far beyond, he clicked on his flashlight opting to grab his sidearm once more as he let his smg dangle to the side and he headed down the stairs on high alert.
This seemed far too easy compared to the information that they were given: where were all the guards, all the reinforcements, no way were there only three guards protecting this place, that’s what they were informed to prepare for heavy resistance. There were scattered papers littering the floor, but no terrorist cell that was accused of being here, searching papers on the floors and surrounding desks revealed no evidence that there was ever a terrorist cell operating out of here or that there ever was one. He shook off the overwhelming sense of wrong and placed several charges along the walls and as he reached the bottom of the steps, the sounds of thundering footsteps above him made his heart drop.
There were far too many of them to take them all out himself without some form of injury, “Gaz do you copy?” Once more he was met with nothing but static and he cursed beneath his breath and he did something he hadn’t done for a long time. He muttered a quick prayer, silently praying that some higher entity would take pity upon him and see it through that he’d make it out of this shit situation alive. As the door was slowly pushed open he released a spray of fire from his smg watching multiple fall to the floor, but there were more to come.
