A/N: I KNOW NOTHING AB MILITARY STUFF SO ALOT OF THE WORDING/ PROPER TERMS MAY BE WRONG AS WELL AS THE SEQUENCE OF MISSIONS!
"We have a location." Came the voice of Price through the comms.
"Copy that." Soap answered back.
Fucking November.
It was freezing out here, but it was necessary he guessed.
Soap was in winter camouflage gear, his white balaclava covering most of his face, except his eyes.
What a way to be Ghost, he mused.
He crawled forward on his elbows, the snow making very soft crunches beneath him.
"Transport vehicle heading your way, Soap." Said a familiar British voice.
Ghost
"Aye, L.T" He answered back.
He fixed the sniper in his hand, looking through the scope as he settled into position behind some frost bitten shrubbery.
Focusing his scope, he laid eyes on the white jeep crunching up the snow.
There were 4 possible hostiles inside the car.
"Soap, visual on Makarov?" Price cut through his ear piece, setting back Soap's focus.
"Negative, will update later." He replied.
They were going to find Makarov, Soap would make sure of it.
—
A/N: NEW CHAPTER?! :OOOO
After some time of Soap freezing his arse off in the cold, a second winter camouflaged vehicle pulled up behind the first one.
Two armed guards exit the heavily armoured truck.
Soap focuses his scope to zoom in at the vehicle, and a particularly ugly creature appears into view.
Gotcha.
"Captain, visual on Makarov." Soap said, keeping eyes on him as he talked.
"Rog that Soap, keep us updat—" Price was cut off.
"Captain. Permission to pursue target?"
"Soap, we can't let you go in alone."
"Price. Please, i want us to have a win."
A sigh was carried over the radio waves of the comm.
**(this action will have consequences...)
"Permission granted, and stop cutting me off lad!"
—
Soap crouched and walked slowly through the trees, tailing the group of armed guards escorting Makarov.
It would be risky to expose himself right away, but he couldn't let Makarov escape this time.
He aimed his sniper at the furthest guard from the group, who was trailing at the very back.
This was so that he could kill him and not alert his buddies.
A soft thud was all that was made by the guard's body as it fell to the ground.
Thud, Thud, Thud.
Makarov was down three guards and the imbecile hadn't even noticed.
YOU ARE READING
Tears Speak The Words The Heart Cannot
Randomhey everyone !! i orginally wrote the idea for this fic on tiktok, my account is "theangelofthursday", basically i have never ever played CoD, only read fics about it, i thought ao3 would be better for a fic like this, but i do not have an account...
