The storm clouds hung low and ominous over Plutus Island as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sea in dark shadows and streaks of orange. Elena sat between Ghost and Soap in the zodiac, feeling the engine hum beneath them as they sped toward the island.
Elena's mind wandered briefly to Gaz—he wasn't here for this mission, and that gave her an odd sense of relief. Their brief, stolen kiss before the mission still lingered in her thoughts, a moment of comfort in the chaos. Yet, she couldn't afford to be distracted now, not when everything was about to kick off. She glanced at Ghost and Soap.
Ghost's low, gravelly voice pulled her back into the moment.
"Weapons hot, Johnny... storm's coming," Ghost said, his eyes locked on the dark horizon ahead.
Elena felt the weight of his words. There was always a storm coming, wasn't there? That's at least how her life felt.
Soap adjusted his gear next to her, calm and ready as ever, checking over everything before their infiltration.
The boat skimmed across the waves, each jolt and bump of the water reminding her of what they were about to dive into. The island grew larger with each passing second, a fortress of secrets and danger. The shadows of the coming nightfall made the jagged cliffs and thick vegetation look even more imposing.
Kate's voice crackled through their comms.
"Gimme a strep..."
Ghost's grip tightened on the throttle, his eyes narrowing as they neared their entry point.
"On target, Watcher—'bout to split up," Ghost replied.
"I got eyes in the sky—let's go to work, Bravo," Kate responded.
Soap gave a quick nod, his face half-hidden by his mask as he prepared to make his move.
"Goin' in."
Without another word, Soap slipped silently into the water, his form disappearing beneath the waves. Ghost didn't hesitate, steering the zodiac around to the next part of their plan. Elena's eyes followed Soap for a second before focusing back on the looming island.
The boat hummed as Ghost expertly guided it through the dark waters. Elena sat still, fingers brushing over the stock of her weapon, her eyes catching Ghost's every movement. He was quiet, as usual, but his presence—solid, focused—was enough. They didn't need words. That's what she liked- admired about him.
She caught Ghost's eyes for a brief moment, his masked face turned toward her, unreadable, yet somehow that didn't matter. In that second, their gazes locked. Then, Ghost returned his attention to the island, steering them closer as the storm clouds above thickened.
Her thoughts shifted back to Gaz briefly as they closed in on the target. She was thankful he wasn't here, thankful that he was safe. That kiss they'd shared earlier was a reminder that there was still something outside of the war they constantly waged—a moment of softness before plunging back into the chaos.
As they neared the shore, the wind picked up, tossing the waves harder against the hull of the zodiac. Ghost killed the engine, letting them drift the final few meters under the cover of darkness.
"Stay sharp," Ghost muttered. Elena nodded, her grip tightening on her weapon as they prepared for the next phase of the mission.
As the storm rolled in heavier, the dark waters of the island's shore rippled against the boat. Soap was already swimming toward the dock while Ghost and Elena stayed low in their position, securing the perimeter. The steady thrum of comms between them all kept them focused on the mission, each one knowing their role and playing it to perfection.
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INFERNAL WORLD » kyle GAZ garrick
RomanceElena Morgan has been chewed up and spat around her whole life. Every moment in her life has led her to the newest threat in the world. But, for once, she does not feel alone in the world of the dead.
