MEDIC

Chapter 23. Welcome to Las Almas

The flight from Russia to Mexico was arduous and much quieter than you'd expected it to be. Many of the men that you'd helped on the Russian base had disbanded and been transferred to other stations, their roles to the 141 and KorTac considered fulfilled.

Now the only soldiers that remained with you from the 141 were Captain Price, Soap. Ghost, Roach and Gaz, a young soldier who you'd very little dealings with on base but always seemed pleasant. The amount of soldiers from KorTac who joined the new mission were even less, being König and Horangi. To say that KorTac frowned upon two of their top operators staying with the 141 was an understatement, both Horangi and König had been promptly discharged from KorTacs service. Thankfully for the two of them, Captain Price was more than eager to adopt them officially into the 141 family as permanent residents.

Many hours and several different time zones later you were finally greeted with the sight of the Las Almas soil under the wheels of your plane. The moment the doors opened felt like as if you'd just opened an oven door, the air was hot, dry and such a stark contrast to the bitter Russian weather that you almost staggered back in shock when the air smothered your lungs.

While you had no doubt in your mind that you'd all get tired of the stifling heat pretty quickly, for now you were in your element and simply enjoying the novelty of not having to wear seven thousand layers of clothing to stave off the chills.

"Steamin' Jesus, it's about bloody time!" Soap clapped a hand on your shoulder and flashed you a warm smile before sauntering down the planes ramp to catch up with Captain Price and Gaz. Roach and Horangi followed soon after, both talking amongst each other.

The last two to step off of the plane and onto Mexican soil were Ghost and König. It wasn't exactly a secret that both König and the Lieutenant were men of colossal proportions, though from spending so much time with the Austrian solider you rarely stopped to consider that Ghost was easily the second tallest in the team.
The flight had been uncomfortable for the two men to say the least, the equipment and seating not built to handle such powerhouses on long haul flights. König stood by your side, rolling his sore neck and shoulders as he squinted at the harsh sunlight.

"You good, big guy?" You asked simply, noting that he had put his sniper hood on before exiting the plane. This was unfamiliar territory full of unfamiliar people, right now the security that Königs face covering provided him was a blessing to say the least.

König glanced down at you briefly, his eyes narrowing into what you knew to be a small smile behind his hood.
"Ja, just stiff from the flight...I think another one of your massages is due." He winked at you, giving little regard to Ghost, who had unceremoniously barged past him. The Lieutenant was grouchy at the best of times, but throw a long-ass flight into the mix and it made for a hardly ideal work ethic.
You opted to follow by Königs example of simply ignoring Ghost for now, of all the people on the team you noticed that he and König had the least interaction outside of missions. Perhaps getting to know the lieutenant better could be a project for you to work on with König if you had the time to spare.

The huge Austrian soldier gave you a brief nod towards the direction of the rest of the team, noticing how the group had bundled together and were looking a little like a lost group of ducks. Even the captain seemed a little confused.
You both joined back with the team and broke away from König after he'd been cornered by Roach and Soap, opting to stand rather awkwardly by captain Price.

"Sir? Can I ask what it is we're doing?"
You glanced around the empty runway, noting no other aircraft other than the one you all came on.
Price regarded you for a moment before checking his watch and grabbing a cigar from his vest pocket.

"Waiting on the slack cunts that were meant to already be waiting for us." The Captain grumbled as he clacked the flint on his lighter in an attempt to turn spark to flame. Evidently he wasn't impressed about having himself nor his boys seemingly stood around in the middle of a dusty old runway waiting on...someone.