Chasing a Ghost

Chapter Seventeen

Short chapter, I'm sorry!! 

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A quiet hush fell over the group as you all prepared to infiltrate the base.

The walk that continued on after Damien had dropped you off was quiet and foreboding. No one knew what was going to come after this.

You followed behind Price, then Ghost, then Drake, with Gaz and Soap at the tail end of the line of soldiers. There was no preemptive knowledge of how this facility worked. No one had any idea what the guard's shifts were like. Every door you passed by was equipped with the threat of an enemy coming through at any time.

All of you marched along until Price suddenly stopped in front of two metallic double doors. You were so surprised that you nearly stumbled right into Drake, having to stop yourself before you rammed right into his back. You peeked your head around his tall shoulder to catch a glimpse of Price giving Ghost the "go-ahead" wave with his hand.

Ghost stepped up to the door, pressing his ear to it to see if he could catch the sound of anyone moving around inside. He paused there for a few seconds before gently pushing the handle down, turning it without a sound. You saw him tug lightly at the handle, but the door wouldn't budge.

He looked over to Price. Price gave him a nod. Then Ghost reached into his pocket, withdrawing a tool you'd never seen him use before. You recognized it as a lock pick set. The Lieutenant crouched down, immediately getting to work on picking the door. Price turned his body to keep an eye out further up the path, and you threw a look over your shoulder to see Soap and Gaz watching the other side. You turned to look at Ghost again to see him make a confident twist of the tool, before turning his head and sharing another quick look with Price. Then he stood and assumed position in front of it.

Price moved so he could see down the line of soldiers. He gestured with a wave of his hand before matching Ghost's posture on the other side of the door. The rest of you gripped your weapons, preparing yourselves to head inside. Ghost reached forward, pushing down on the handle and letting the door swing open.

Drake burst into action, expertly pushing his way through the doors with his weapon drawn. You followed right behind him. When he swept his gun to the left, you swept yours to the right, surveying the room. It was dimly lit, a room full of metal crates, gun cases, and duffel bags that looked to be packed full of something. Initially, you didn't see anyone - until a man rounded the corner of a hallway, glancing absentmindedly in your direction and muttering something in Russian.

Then he did a double take. By the time he turned to look at you again, Drake shot a perfectly aimed bullet into his head, sending him to the ground in a crumpled heap.

Then you heard shouting from another room. Each of you prepared yourselves as the sound of multiple pairs of footsteps began hurrying down a nearby hallway. You and Drake both ducked down behind two of the metal crates on opposite sides of the room. You saw Gaz join Drake at one side, and Soap joined you at yours. You heard the sound of a click and looked over your shoulder to see Price and Ghost rushing in too, Ghost shutting the door behind him and locking it once again. He hurriedly joined you and Soap's side as Price had rushed over to Gaz and Drake.

Each of you pointed your weapons to the hallway the voices had come from. It had all died down, silence overtaking the room as you all held your breath, waiting for something to happen.

You glanced over to Soap, developing a sense of impending danger. He could feel it too. You both looked to Ghost. He met your worried gazes, his gloved hands moving to his waist and unclipping a cylindrical metal object from his belt. He tugged at the pin on the top and promptly tossed it down the hallway. A muffled boom erupted from inside, followed by a couple of startled shouts. When the cloud of smoke began wafting from the hallway and into the room, Ghost stood up, vaulting over the crate and positioning himself at the edge of the entryway. Price joined him at the other side.