The Destiny of Ghost and Me

Chapter 29: I am coming for you

A day passed, and I woke up in my bed. My body felt good because I needed that sleep. I was still in my uniform. I briefly forgot how I got here. It must have been Keegan. I jumped out of my bed and got angry at myself. How could I show such a vulnerable side of myself?

I quickly fixed my hair and headed towards the meeting room. Price, Laswell, and Keegan were waiting for me there. Keegan nodded at me, and I nodded back. I took a seat in front of them.

Laswell started the briefing "Sergeant Keegan will assist with his men in the mission. The mission is to eliminate former General Shepherd."

We all nodded in understanding. Price took out a map and pointed to the location. It looked like a desert. They're likely camping there.

He continued "Our main objective is to neutralize or apprehend his men for war crimes and treason. We don't have precise information about Shepherd's exact location within the camp."

Keegan asked, "Shall we surround them?"

Price nodded and said, "Yes."

I stood up and said, "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get started."

The others stood up as well. Price added, "We'll depart in half an hour. Get ready."

I nodded and left, heading to the armory of our task force.

I called out in the room, "Ghost, could you please-"

I stopped in my tracks. I was momentarily shocked by the fact that I still thought they were alive. How foolish of me.

Slowly, frustration built up within me. I took Ghost's M4, some grenades, Nova Gas, and EMPs. I stored ammunition in my bulletproof vest and hid knives at various locations.

This time, I decided not to wear a helmet. If I die, so be it.

I put on Ghost's mask that covered only half of my face, stopping at my nose.

Leaving the room, I grabbed two apples and ate them as I walked outside.

The cool air brushed against my face, refreshing me. I slung the M4 over my shoulder and sat on the steps, watching as the Black Hawks were loaded up.

Price came out, and I saw Keegan with his men outside. Price patted my shoulder reassuringly, saying, "It will be alright."

I let out a bitter laugh and replied, "I hope so."

We stood up and headed towards the Black Hawks, climbing inside. The noise intensified, and we put on our headsets. I hoped that this would be the last mission where I had to kill traitors—the man who killed Ghost, burned him like he was worthless, the man who took away my love, my smile, my emotions. There was nothing better than ending his life and starting anew, though I knew it wouldn't be that easy.

As we lifted off, I knew we shouldn't underestimate Shepherd. I had studied his file; the old man was a skilled martial artist and an experienced strategist. I hoped for the best: his death.

We landed nearby, but not too close to avoid detection. Quietly, we disembarked, readied our weapons, and marched in formation. The desert terrain provided limited cover, making us proceed with caution.

The group slowly surrounded the field, and we aimed our weapons, moving closer into the camp. The objective was to maintain absolute silence, avoiding gunfire whenever possible and relying on our knives to execute the mission seamlessly. I approached a target like a ghost, silently driving my knife into his throat, and as the light faded from his eyes, I caught him in my arms and dragged him into his tent. I noticed Keegan breaking another enemy's neck with expert precision.

The panicked soldier, in his haste, fired his weapon, and I whispered to him, "You idiot!" Keegan glared at him with disdain, and the soldier froze as he realized his mistake. It was too late; the enemy had heard the shot, and several of them approached, weapons raised, to investigate the disturbance. We quickly took cover behind the tents, playing a dangerous game of hide and seek.

I exchanged a knowing glance with Keegan and Price, silently communicating our plan. We stealthily moved to flank the approaching enemies from behind. Each member of our team silently dispatched their assigned target, leaving them lifeless on the ground like discarded sacks.

Only one enemy remained, and just as Keegan was about to throw a knife into his head, the soldier frantically radioed his team, "Enemy spotted here!"

My heart raced as the enemies swarmed us like a relentless swarm of bees from every corner. Two of them closed in on me, but I acted swiftly, firing my weapon and bringing them down before they could harm me.

As I continued through the chaos of the battlefield, I was caught off guard by another enemy who had me in his sights. I reacted instinctively, throwing myself to the ground just in time to avoid his bullet. His pistol was now pointed directly at my head, and I braced for the worst.

In that critical moment, a gunshot rang out from behind, and the enemy fell lifeless beside me. It was Price, who had rushed to my aid. He offered me a hand to help me up, and with gratitude, I accepted. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

I nodded, "Thank you," expressing my gratitude in that simple gesture.

Price acknowledged my thanks with a nod and continued to fight with relentless determination.