The Sergeant and His Flower 🌼 (Soap MacTavish × Reader)

24.

"Le casa de Sin Nombre?"

"No. One of his Lugartenientes." Alejandro replied.

"A cartel Lieutenant." I mumbled.

I'd been practicing Spanish during some off-time I had since the Incident. Thanks to a handy learning app, I'd been getting better and better at a couple of languages while my girl was sound asleep.

But for now she only had to know that I was learning one.

Besides, it was worth it seeing the small, proud smile on her lips when she heard the translation when she thought nobody was looking. God knows how big a smile she'd have on her face when I'm ready to surprise her.

"Nice hermano. Estas aprendiendo." (Nice brother. You're learning.) I heard Alejandro's appraisal while giving shithead the binoculars to look at the house through.

"My sources tell me all the VIPs in Las Almas will be there tonight. Some are invited, others are, umm..." 

"Volun-told?" Shithead interrupted.

I held on to my vest straps harder than I usually would to stop myself from commiting a felony.

You'll be able to kill him after you're done working with him.

"Yes." I couldn't help the small smirk that appeared on my lips at the irritated tone in the Colonel's voice.

It may have been there because this is such a risky op, but I'm telling myself that its because he isn't a fan of the American either.

 "What's the meet about?" It asked him.

"Nosotros." (Us.) He said simply. It wouldn't surprise me if Graves didn't understand him. "Las Almas is burning, and they want to know who lit the fire."

"Sin Nombre will be there, yeah?" Ghost asked. From his position behind all of us, I almost would have forgotten he was there he'd been that quiet.

"No guarantees but this is our best shot." 

Alejandro moved closer to the centre of the rooftop, and each of us met in the middle in a circle, with me 'coinicidentally' ending up next to Theresa.

 "Then we take it. I got enough Shadows here to take over the whole damn country." Graves announced, really fucking arrogantly, if I may add.

'Such a fucking wankerrrrr.' That sing-songy voice in my head played.

 "I'd prefer if you didn't." Alejandro responded quickly, obviously not being amused by the American's pathetic attempt at humour.

"I'm just sayin'..." I didn't miss the scoff in his voice at the fact his oh-so-precious masculinity being threatened. "one house shouldn't be a problem."

"We need Sin Nombre alive." Ghost cut in, barely letting him finish his sentence.

Graves was silent for a second, the tic in his jaw being incredibly visible. I didn't bother hiding the smirk on my lips. In fact, I proudly showed it off to Theresa the same way I flaunted the hickeys she left on my body the first time I fucked her.

"Well..." Shithead's last grab at straws pulls me from the memory, and I tighten my grip around my vest again. "Then we need to meet him."

"How?" I ask him, shooting him a glare, not hiding the fact that his plan is really fucking flawed. Big time.

"Give 'em what they want..." He said with a grin.

"What's that?" Theresa finally spoke up from beside me. Her eyebrow was raised, and she held a similiar look on her face to mine as she was no doubt coming up with a list of ways his idea wouldn't work. She had that look in her eye.