Raised and Rescued by Soldiers: (A COD MW2 story)

Epilogue

"Boys! We got a mission tomorrow. All of you come here so we can see what it is." Price said to the group as he directed for them to follow him. Getting to where they're supposed to be, Price turned on a light that was right above a map that told locations and additional information regarding the mission. "Alright. We have a rescue mission. There is a giant trafficking center in some part of the USA. I have not been told where but we are going to be dropped off close to the place. Our goal is to get in, free as many civilians as possible, and get out without being killed. We want to free as many as possible AND for them to get out alive. Understood?"

These kinds of missions always get under the team's skin. They hated these kinds of missions not because they were "boring" and what not. But because it's just such a horrible thing to do to someone, to traffic someone. Usually, one or more of them would come back from the mission and blow the hell out of a punching bag at the base out of pure anger from what they see, which is never Ghost because of the coldest this man holds. Ghost is not an easy person to crack at all with missions such as this one.

After discussing the mission, the team was at the rec room, completely silent with only the sound from the show on the TV filling in for noise. "I-...I already have a schlechtes Gefühl about this..." Konig murmured loud enough for everyone to hear. "English, Konig." Ghost said stern. "Bad feeling, I already have a bad feeling about this mission..." Konig said shyly. "Can't say that I blame you. I also have a bad feeling about this one..." Soap joined. "How come you two have a bad feeling about this mission? It is not different from the other two we did that were like this." Ghost asked as he set up on the chair, genuinely curious. "I don't know...I just do." Ghost leaned all the way back again, crossing his arms. "Well, lets just hope it's not too bad then."




But oh how wrong could he have been...