Unseen | Ghost x Soap

Chapter 4: Taken

The next few days passed in a blur of briefings and training. Our failure to capture the terrorist had put the whole base on edge. Every time I looked at Ghost, I could see the same determination in his eyes that I felt in my gut. We were more resolved than ever to complete our mission.

We were in the mess hall when the call came. Ghost and I were sitting together, discussing our next move, when Price's voice crackled over the intercom. "All team leaders, report to the briefing room. Now."

"Guess that's our cue," I muttered, pushing my tray aside. Ghost merely nodded, already on his feet and heading for the door.

The briefing room was packed when we arrived. Price stood at the front, a grim expression on his face. As soon as everyone was settled, he began.

"We have new intel on our target," he said, pointing to a map on the wall. "We've tracked him to a small compound just outside the city. It's heavily guarded, but this is our best shot at taking him down."

He turned to look at us, his eyes hard. "This mission is critical. We can't afford another failure. I need everyone on their A-game. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," we replied in unison.

The briefing continued with detailed plans and assignments. Ghost and I were to lead the assault team, while the others provided support and cover. It was a high-risk operation, but we were ready.

The next evening, we assembled at the drop point. The tension was palpable, but we moved with precision and purpose. As we approached the compound, the sound of distant gunfire echoed through the night. It was time.

"Move in," Ghost ordered, his voice calm and steady. We breached the outer wall, our weapons at the ready. The compound was a maze of narrow corridors and darkened rooms. Every step was a calculated risk, every corner a potential ambush.

We fought our way through, taking down guards and securing key positions. Despite the chaos, our team moved like a well-oiled machine, each member covering the other's back. It was intense, but I felt a strange sense of clarity, my focus razor-sharp.

We reached the central building, where we believed our target was hiding. Ghost and I led the way, with Price and the others close behind. As we moved deeper into the building, the resistance grew fiercer. The guards were well-trained, but we were relentless.

Finally, we reached a large room that looked like a command center. Desks and monitors lined the walls, and in the center stood a man we recognized from our briefings. The terrorist. He looked up as we entered, a smug smile on his face.

"Welcome," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've been expecting you."

Before we could react, the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness. There was a moment of confusion, then gunfire erupted from all directions. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and dropped to the ground, struggling to stay conscious.

"Soap!" I heard Ghost shout, but his voice seemed distant. I tried to respond, but my vision was fading. The last thing I saw was a figure looming over me, a syringe in his hand. Then everything went black.

When I came to, I was in a dimly lit room, my hands bound behind my back. My head throbbed, and my shoulder burned where I'd been shot. I tried to move, but the restraints were too tight.

"Well, well," a voice said from the shadows. "Look who's awake."

I squinted, trying to make out the figure. It was the terrorist, his face twisted into a cruel grin.

"Comfortable?" he asked, his tone mocking. "Don't worry, your friends will be joining you soon enough."

I didn't respond. Instead, I focused on the sounds around me, hoping to hear something that would give me a clue about where I was. But all I could hear was the sound of my own breathing and the distant hum of machinery.

The terrorist stepped closer, his eyes glinting with malice. "You and your team have been a thorn in my side for too long. It's time I took care of you personally."

He turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the darkness. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I knew Ghost and the others would come for me. They had to.

"Fuck.." I cursed under my breath.

But for now, I was on my own.