Memories Left Beneath Ground Level...{COD}

Night 6, part 2: The Night Before

 "British military?" she questions, Soap stares, silently. "You speak Urdu?" She asks, Soap is stunned, not knowing what to say. "Silence? You talked so much before I came in here" she mentions. "Could it be you're nervous Mr. British Soldier? Being that you've woken up in a cell the past few days, it'd be unordinary if you weren't."

"Who are you? Where are we?" Soap asks, determined to at least get some type of information from this. She chuckles, "Shahlyla Dhanial, fifth generation rebellion leader, Cholistan Desert, Pakistan" She says. He furrow his brow, "Is that what you call what you're doing? A rebellion?" he questions. She puffs her cigar, "What has your government told you about me?" She asks.

"The assassinations, kidnappings, not to mention your cyber attacks on Turkmenistan and Uzbekistan" Soap lists out. She leans back rubbing chin, "Yeah.. Yeah I guess you could call me a terrorist, but rebellion sounds much nicer" She says. Her eyes coldly shift back over to Soap's, "You sure know a lot" she mentions. He furrows his brow at the comment.

Every and any military member going out, knows their objective. If by the chance of God they don't, they usually don't make it far. "Your friend here said that you were clueless, by what you've just said, I have a feeling he might've been lying" her tone intimidating. "There's nothing to say, you won't figure anything out if you keep us here" Soap says.

She puts out her cigar, placing it into her pocket. Soap watches as she leans back on Ghost's cell. "You guys sure know how to make an entrance, killing my people, tsk.. Shame" she says. Her gaze shifts back into the cell, knocking on Ghost's bars, "This one was surely difficult to catch" she scoffs.

She was the one that caught them? "But once we found his weakness, it was easy" she informs. Soap expression is untrusting, "Weakness?" Soap questions, she scoffs, almost looking shocked. She walks over, crouching, staring him down "You really don't know?"

One month ago, Dahbed, Uzbekistan.

Time; 12:15pm

Ghost POV

"One spotted, to your left" I say. A hum buzzes through through my earpiece, translating to a 'heard' confirmation. I adjust my sniper shifting between, Gaz and the threat. He moves silently, crouched behind a doorway, "He's unaware, let him walk past you and take him down silently, no bullets" I inform.

Another confirmation sounds, I watch below. The threat walks through the door, Gaz jumps up, putting his hand over his mouth dragging him down. Slight pushback, unable to see through the waving curtain. Patient, trust your fellow soldier. Not soon after, I see his hand make a thumb through the window, quickly popping it back down.

I let out a silent scoff, "Good work, keep moving, one more floor and you can start back down" I tell him. I watch as he pulls his pistol, starting to clear the room. "10-4" Gaz confirms. The mission was clear, eliminate the threat without alerting the civilian population. Things were on track, nothing seemed to be out of order.

Until that night...

The night before, Serhetabat, Turkmenistan

Time; 11:15pm

I rest my head down for a moment, the air at the top of this building feels stale. One more day, and we're done, then I can finally go back to the quiet. I look up from my rest, adjusting my sniper, positioning the lens towards a broken down building. The field team cleared the town earlier in the day, so now would be the time to rest.

One window, Gaz leans against a wall, using a lighter to read a book he'd brought with him. In the same room, I watch Price enters, readjusting his Kevlar. He sits in a chair nearby, resting his head back, looks to be listening to Gaz read aloud. They've both turned off their radio's, only being alerted when someone sends a beep through the frequency.