Soaps POV:
This is the time that we are hunting down Makarov. Me and my newly trained soldiers were the experiment for this convoy.
Obviously I couldn't override commands but I knew we are fucked.
Fine by me mate.
We advanced our units to force up the crashed cargo containers, now sniping at the enemy near the ridge lines of the mountains.
We were doing good but... smoke was deployed. And it wasn't from us. They were advancing closer to our advancement making us fall back to our beginning outpost. This time snipers were lined up on every corner of the containers and rpgs were sighted.
"GHOST DO YOU COPY?!
"Oh shit!-"
"GAH!!"
IM TAKING EFFECTIVE FIRE!"
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"This is Ghost. Soap do you copy?
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The bullets are pelting our barracks inching closer to our bodies with every shot.
I grasp my victus sniper rifle and aim to shoot. I shot the man in his shoulder blade.
The bullets rained on us harder. My men dropped down like flies.
"FUCKING HELL!- LT WE NEED REINFORCEMENTS! SNIPERS ARE TAKING OUT OUR SQUAD!"
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"Fucking hell Johnny! Let me call in backup.
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"BLOODY HELL! LT WHATS THE ETA!?"
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"Five minutes out. Hang in there sergeant!"
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A rpg was being launched straight at us.
"TAKE COVER!"
I flung my body to the ground praying I'll make it out alive in one piece.
{BOOM}
My eardrums popped.
The outpost caved in on some soldiers causing them to be crushed to death. The building now toppled over collapsing on me and my remaining squad.
My body is crushed with cinderblocks and wood fragments causing me to be immobile.
"Fucking hell! Ghost to Soap do you copy?"
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Agh.... My visions staggers and I'm left unable to move further.
"Ghost..."
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"Soap?.."
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3rd person POV:
Soap was left unconscious at the crashed outpost. Multiple of his troops were KIA or MIA. After a couple of minutes the reinforcements arrive. They recon the area and try to scan for Soaps troops. But none are found. Only the crash site.
"Ghost to Soap do you copy?!"
........
"I SAID GHOST TO SOAP DO YOU COPY?"
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"Fucking hell!"
Ghost jumped out of the light armored vehicle and went to secure the crash site to find survivors with the normal squad.
Price and him.
Friendly choppers was assigned to take out the remaining enemy troops. Which was not a problem since they gave more firepower.
Ghost and Price advance to the crashed outpost and rummage through the rubble finding multiple dead bodies.
Ghosts heart beat faster as he sees the odds of living is none other than little.
He prys cinderblocks to the side and scatter the trashed wood planks.
Finally he reached him.
Soap.
His heart skipped a beat.
He dragged Soap out of the rubble and met up with price reporting.
"Check for his pulse Ghost. Let's hope he's alive."
The silence was loud.
Simon checked for a pulse and luckily found one. But it wasn't very steady.
"He's alive but maybe not for long. He needs medical immediately."
