The World We Knew

1.

(This story is semi accurate to the games but I'll be adding my own elements and so you guys will just have to cry about it if you don't like it)

Soap leans against the wall, holding his injured shoulder. He quietly walks through the streets and listens carefully for any Shadows around. He had gotten into a fucking horrible position.

"Johnny, give me a sitrep." Ghost says through the comms, breaking the silence.

"In a gated alley, I don't see any Shadows around."

"Good. Keep moving." Soap continues to walk, squinting as the heavy raindrops fall onto his face.

"It's fuckin' pishin' it down out here."

"English, Johnny."

Soap rolls his eyes, "It's raining fucking hard." He grumbles in a mock american accent.

"Then say so."

He pushes open a door to a building and sees dead Shadow soldiers laying on the ground. They're all dead by bullets straight to the neck or a slice across their neck. There was a large M on the carpet that had been drawn on with some sort of oil or gasoline as it was now burning.

"Creepin' jesus..." Soap mumbles, taking in the bloody scene.

"What are you seeing, Johnny?"

"Dead Shadows. Looks like the work of someone with some real firepower."

"Anything else?"

Soap pauses, glancing around the room. The work seemed so familiar. "Do you remember that recruit that joined a few years back? The one with the dumb callsign?"

"Everyone had a dumb callsign. Your callsign is Soap for fucks sake, Johnny." Ghost grumbles through the comms.

"No- I mean that one that was in our squad. What was their fuckin' callsign-"

"Mockingjay."

"Yes. That crazy fucker. I think this is their work."

He hears Ghost audibly sigh. "And what in the world leads you to think that, you bloody genius?"

"Cut your sarcasm, Lt. Do you have a better idea?"

"No."

"Exactly." Soap walks down the stairs of the house and sees yet another dead body with a knife in its neck. "You missing a knife, Lt?"

"Several."

"Well, I think I found one of your victims."

"Take the knife and use it to protect yourself. If Mockingjay is out there they might be here to hurt us."

"Then why would they be killing Shadows?"

"I don't know everything, Johnny."

Soap goes to answer but is cut off when an echoey and slow whistle fills the surrounding area. (listen to the video above and yes I stole it but that's what the whistle sounds like. you can cry about it if you want.)

"Johnny? What's going on?" Soap turns off his comms and looks around, gripping the handle of the knife. The light in the alleyway shatters and his head snaps towards it before he gets slammed into the ground. A hooded and cloaked figure stands above him, their gun pointed right at his face.

"Woah woah woah! Don't shoot!" He yells, his arms covering his head. The hidden figure lowers their gun.

"Soap?"

Soap almost immediately recognizes the voice. "Mockingjay. Holy shite I never thought I'd be happier to see you, you bastard." Mockingjay holds out their hand and Soap takes it, pulling himself up from the ground.

"What are you doing out here, Soap?"

"Graves betrayed 141. He has his Shadows out looking for us."

"I knew there was something wrong with that son of a bitch. Where's Ghost?"

"He's in the church. I'm trying to get to his location now."

"Right." Mockingjay sighs and checks the ammo of their gun. "Here." They hand him a pistol. "We need to move and fast. Your arm doing okay?"

"My arm is fine."

"You sure? I've been tailing you for a while and it doesn't seem fine."

"I'm fine." He reassures. He turns his comm back on and Ghost's slightly panicked voice meets their ears.

"Johnny? Johnny can you hear me!?"

"Ah so you do like me. You care enough to worry." Soap says with a smirk.

"Fuck you. I thought you died. And for your sake I like you better alive. Give me a sitrep, now."

"Found our Mockingjay. They're going to help me out of this mess. Got me a gun."

"Good. Get to my position. Out here."

Soap nods and loads his gun, "Lets go."

They start making their way towards the church, talking quietly about the past few years as they walk. They kill any Shadows they see, Soap being able to relax a bit thanks to Mockingjay's help.

"Ghost, We're almost at the church." Mockingjay mumbles into Soap's comm as a group of Shadows pass by. Their clothes were soaking wet from the rain and since they'd had to swim underwater past a bunch of the Shadows to save themselves some bullets.

"Copy. See you soon, Mockingjay. Over here." The comm crackles for a second before it goes quiet.

"Alright. Follow my lead, Soap." Mockingjay quietly sneaks across the street, their footsteps completely silent as they walk. Soap is in awe at how quiet they are. Back when Mockingjay was still in his line of work they were a rookie. Loud, Clumsy, not good at much of anything. But it seemed that Mockingjay was the complete opposite now. They were stealthy, skilled. It was scary how much they had seemed to improve within a few years.

They get to a safe space and hide there, waiting for a bit for all of the soldiers to pass. "Mockingjay?" Soap starts.

"What happened to you?"