𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

(𝟑)

She snuck around inside a building, her eyes guiding around every inch of the rooms. She held her breath once she heard a small noise. Ghost came up behind her, wrapping his left arm around her neck while his right arm was around her stomach tightly.

She noticed her elbow was free so she slammed it into his jaw roughly which was covered by his balaclava. He pulls away, groaning and grabbing his jaw. His hands grabbed her braid and threw her face down onto the hard concrete floor. Ghost pressed his boot into her head while he grabbed her flag.

He released her, walking away not even caring about if he hurt her. She stood up with blood dripping down her nose. "I'm out and bleeding" She spoke into her radio as she weakly stood up, her ribs aching.

Ghost was miles ahead of her, walking back to the starting point. She follows a bit behind while they got to the point. Gaz immediately started taking care of her bleeding nose as they got on the plane. The tall British man stared at her the entire time with no emotion behind the mask.

She sat on her cot sighing while touching her nose to make sure it wasn't broken. Ghost walked in and she stood up going over to him, anger flooding her mind.

"What the fuck, Pendejo?!" She growled at him angrily. "What did I do to piss you off?."

"Don't fucking throw your elbow into my jaw then" He spat back while not letting it affect his anger.

"Vete a la mierda" Her eyes glared up at him as she walked over to her bed. He walked out of their shared room slamming the door shut. She was alone in their room, thoughts surrounding her.

The next day, Ghost Poison and Soap were put on an unexpected mission together which they weren't excited about. They got their things packed and climbed into the plane. "If you fuck up, I'm not saving you" Lieutenant spoke at her. She stares at him shocked. Soap pulls Ghost away to talk to him, his hand on the others upper back.

She slumped her body down into one of the seats, texting Isaac to watch Oso for her. The moment was interrupted by the Scottish man sitting next to her.

"Sorry lass" He spoke looking up into her eyes, both holding eye contact with the other. "About what?" She spoke.

"About Lt. I've never seen him this way" He spoke as his eyes looked away to peer around the plane. "I don't know why he hates me but I don't care, It doesn't affect me" She shrugged it off cause he wasnt the most important thing there.

The plane ride took a bit but eventually they landed and got out swiftly. Poison was met with a tall male. "Alejandro" Soap talked to the tall male.

"Sargent McTavish" His Spanish accent spoke, making Poison smile up at him. "Call me Soap" The two shook hands.

"Lieutenant" Alejandro turns to Ghost, putting his hands behind his back. "Laswell says they call you Ghost"

"Actually I believe he prefers-"

"That'll do" Ghost snapped at Soap.

"And who's this hermosa?" Alejandro turned to Poison. "Sargent Gonzalez but you can call me Poison" She stuck her hand out, shaking his in return. "Where are you from?" He spoke with curiosity. "Monterrey" Her response earned a small nod from Alejandro.

"Welcome to the city of Souls" They start walking together as Alejandro talked. "I've never been to Mexico" Soap mentioned earning an arm smack from the girl. "This isn't Mexico, this is Las Almas".

"Shepherd's contractors are inbound to reinforce. They're bringing hardware, they need room." The familiar british voice declared to the men and the girl. "My base is your base"

"Good, now where's Hassan?" Ghost asked. "Cartel safe house, ten clicks from here" Alejandro responds as they approach a vehicle. "Get in"

They climbed into the vehicle, Poison being pushed into the middle between Ghost and Soap. She immediately peered at the smaller male in the driver's seat.

"This is my second in command. Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra." Alejandro signals to the driver. "Le tango mierda de Los fantasmas" Rodolfo mumbled in Spanish, Poison picking up on it and chuckling softly.