"Man-Eater" (Ghost X OC)

Shot Down

5/1/2012 10:00 A.M. MSF Base

Adaline's POV -

The sounds of small rocks biting at the undercarriage of the vehicle echo out as the team barrel down the Mexico terrain. A couple hours prior to our departure we debriefed on the next move, a 2 story white storage house that might be hiding Hassan in the middle of nowhere. I personally already scouted out the house before due to my recon but thankfully my suspicions was confirmed by Alejandro. Price and Gaz had a personal mission elsewhere so I'm in charge of the team. And now I'm here, stuck between 2 large behemoths of men on either side of me, one in particular keeps trying to scoot away every chance he gets, even though he is getting absolutely no where. I'd be snickering at his attempts if I wasn't in such a bad mood already. My nightmares has returned in full force and Soap's loud snores that sounds like dog choking kept me up consistently throughout the night. In my mind I was already half way down the hallway, pillow in hand ready to suffocate the man. 'Ugh even the thought hurts my head. God help me' letting a small groan escape my lips as I lay my head on the back of my seat and close my eyes. My body relaxing as my skin absorbs the heat and humidity from the inside of the cramped jeep.

"You alright there hermosa?" Alejandro calls from the drivers seat.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a tad tired." I slowly open my eyes just to met with his amusement of my despair. "Wipe that damn smirk off your face before you lose your teeth." I grit out menacingly. He paled a little before returning a playful smile and focusing back onto the road ahead. A few moments go by with a dull silence until it's gets interrupted.

"I don't know about ya but I slept like a dream lass." Soap states with a grin. Confused by his sudden friendly tone, I raise my eyebrow at him before glaring at him in disdain. Everyone goans in remembrance of Soaps inability to be quiet at night. I can imagine that I'm not the only one tired. The car slowed to a stop and we all jumped out. I quickly stretch my stiff muscles before heading to the back of the car for my headset and vest also finding the other cars behind us gather around. As I gear up I glance up and find a pair brown eyes scanning my body in a slightly curious manner. His eyes meet mine instantly as I slightly bend over and with a wink at him he swiftly looks away like he wasn't just caught. 'Still got it.' I think to myself as I look away as well. My feet carry me to the front of the group next to Alejandro, and slide him a smile which he returns before speaking.

"Listen up!-" he starts loudly, getting everyone's attention. "-This is a simple capture or kill operation. Hassan is our target and you all have a picture of said target already within your vests. Tread carefully as we are in cartel land and as always piensa cuidadosamente." (Think carefully). With that small pep talk we left in our predetermined teams. Rudy with a few others from their fleet. Alejandro, Soap, Ghost, and I in another. With our team leading we rushed to the entrance. Soap and Ghost on either side of the door, Alejandro in front and me behind him. With a slow count down from Soap, Ghost barred the door with a battering ram and quickly backed away as Alejandro quickly stepped through, gun at the ready and practically begging for someone to step in the way. I follow close behind him taking up his six. Soap comes in behind me then Ghost behind him as we start our search. A silenced gunshot goes off in front and the sound of a body hitting the ground rings out.
I look over Alejandro's shoulder and see him stepping over the body and nodding me up the stairs. My silent strides leading me as the team takes my six. A sudden loud pop comes from the closet by the front door and a cartel member clumsily jumps out, although he doesn't even get a step in before Ghost takes the man from behind and slashes his throat in one slick motion.

As the rest of the team quickly searches the first floor for any signs of Hassan, I take guard of the staircase so we'd have less chance of getting caught while they search. Several minutes pass and bodies drop before I see Ghost creeping towards me and flicks his wrist telling me to go forward. As I make my way to the top of the stairs I'm immediately met with a small man tackling me to the ground. My grip on his back goes slack as he shoves his bony shoulder into my abdomen and his arms wrapped around me like a vice. I wince as we hit the ground hard but I manage to slip from under him and elbow him in the side of the ribs before grabbing the gun in my thigh holster and putting the tip to his temple and shooting. Blood and brain matter splattering against the wall behind him and the hole in his head gapping and flowing with blood. With the encounter over, I step up fully and get back in front of Ghost.