Plan B

Plan B -P38- -THE GULAG-

(Soap)
The next morning everyone but me had forgotten what had happened last night. W all found positions on the ledges and we watched the stelth bombers come flying in. ETA half a minute. "Thirty seconds."
There was a lot of chatter over the comms, and one of the bombers fired some missiles at a SAM site. Snow flew into the air, and we flew through the smoke. The wind not even making much of a difference, I mean, it was below freezing alone. The wind had little effect, because it couldn't get any colder than this. Then the heli near by fired it's machine gun at the nearby watchtower, alerting the whole freak gulag. Talk about obvious.
"All snipers, this is MacTavish, standby to engage." I annouced. "Stabilize."
"Roger," The pilot replied and the heli steadied.
"All snipers - clear to engage." I told everyone over the comms as I aimed for the watch tower. But once again Roach seemed to beat me to it, with his trigger happy instinct kicking in. I could only hope he wouldn't get too crazy and fall off and into the snow. I could even picture a Roach shaped hole where he'd fall, and avoided showing the fact that I thought it was kind of funny. And before I could truely notice all the guards were dead, "Shift right."
"Shifting," The pilot replied as the chopper swayed to the right.
"Stabilize," I yawned. In a way I was still exhasted, you know, near death experiences and such. Once again Roach took out practically most the people in the tower. Worm and I turned out to shoot the same guy, let's just say, he's cheese now. "Shift right."
"Shifting," The pilot responded with the helicopter moving right again.
I knew these bombers were coming, but I wanted the squad to beat them too them, "I see four hostiles in the next tower!"
The sudden sound of the F-15s filled my eardrums and we had no time to engage these guards before it bombed them. Wind whipped at my face and we started to wobble, I instinctively grabbed the landing grip to stay balanced while the pilot shouted in a muffled voice, "Hang on!"
"Shepherd! Get those fighters to cease fire immediately! That was too close!" I snapped into the comm, not truely noticing how panicked I sounded.
"I'll try to buy you some time." Shepard replied. "One man in a gulag doesn't mean much to the Navy at this point."
"Bloody Yanks! I thought they were the good guys!" Ghost growled.
"Ghost cut the chatter. Stay frosty." I barked. Okay yes much irony in that little part, don't think I didn't notice! The helicopter landed and we jumped off, "Go! Go! Go!"
Everyone followed as we ran in, and surprisingly we weren't killed imidiantly. Well I didn't think anyone was killed. I'd have to take a head count later. But then we reach the entrance, once again Roach and his trigger happy maniac senses had saved us much trouble.
"This is it! We go in, grab Prisoner 627, and get out! Check your corners! Let's go!" I ordered as we came in. And almost immidiantly we faced the guards coming in. I tossed a gernade and waited for the expolsion. One of the many perks of being in the military, bombs!
As soon as it was clear we went on and Ghost then announced, "That's the control room up ahead! I can use it to find the prisoner! I'll tap into their system and look for the prisoner! It's gonna take some time!"
"Copy that! Roach, we're on cell duty! Follow me!" I replied as Roach, Worm and a few others followed me.

Meanwhile (Ghost)
MacTavish left and I jumped onto the computer, only to see that it was already logged in. "Well lucky me," I muttered. "I don't have to go password after password." And I discided to say, "All right, I'm patched in. I'm tracking your progress on the security cameras."
"Copy that! Do you have the location of prisoner 627?" The Captain asked as I was already going through the files.
"Negative, but I've got a searchlight tracking hostiles on your floor. That should make your job easier." I responded as I pressed a button starting up the spotlight outside the room.
"Roger that! Stay sharp! The prisoner may be in one of these cells!" The Captain was mostly directing towards his part of the squad. A second later he told me alot with the sound of bullets, "Ghost, we've hit a security door, get it open!"
I was way ahead of him, but this wasn't like Windows Vista or any close to modern software. It seemed very out dated, "Workin' on it...this hardware is ancient!"
I could hear a buzz outside and figured I press the right command. But my pride quickly faded as Soap snapped, "Ghost, you opened the wrong door!"
"Roger, standby..." I was weaving through programs. Finally I found it and I press a new button, "Got it!"
"That's better, let's go!" The Captain sighed.
I peaked over my shoulder, it was just me and Lantern for now. Then I worked on the sercury feeds, so far no Prisoner. But then I looked at a video file, it was of a man making a mad dash down teh hall. I fast forwarded through it and found he was dragged away, to the East Wing.
"Talk to me Ghost...these cells are deserted!" MacTavish semi complained.
"Got it! Prisoner 627's been transferred to the east wing!" I proudly announced as I searched for the quickest route. "Head through the armory in the center - that's the fastest way there."
"Roger that!" The Captain replied now with somewhat of releif I got a clue of what I'm going. Damn ONE door! One freaking door!
Suddenly I noticed the fact guards were practically flooding toward the armery, "Bad news mate. I'm tracking three, no, four hostile squads converging on your position!"
"I can hear them coming...let's go! We're too exposed!" MacTavish sighed. I worked on getting the door open. Then the screen flashed and a pop up came on, 'Request Denied'. "Ghost! Open the door!"
"Bloody hell, they've locked it from the hardline. I'll have to run a bypass." I explained already trying to get the codes to get through the firewall, and more computer nerd crap that would be too confusing to most. Not to mention I would hate to hear complaints that people have been hacked. Because I gave imformation on how to.
"Too late! They're already here!" MacTavish shouted, and that was followed by a ton of shooting.
I worked on getting back in when I noticed more guards swarming towards the squad fragment, "Be advised - you've got more tangos headed your way." I got off the comm and continued, muttering, "Come on you stupid peice of shite!"
"Open the door!" MacTavish whailed.
'Come on! Come on!' I said trying to get the uplink back. At last I was back in, but I still needed to weed my way through, "Almost there! Routing through the auxiliary circuit..." Then I got it!
Next thing I knew a guard pulled me backwards, knocking me and the chair over, "You've caused us enough trouble!"
This is exactly why I keep looking over my shoulder! I whipped out my pistol and made quick work of him, then noticed Lantern was knocked out. At least he wasn't dead. But I quickly woke him up. He was shaken and dazed a moment but I quickly returned to my work, "Ghost here. Recommend you bypass the lower floors by rappelling out that window."
"Copy that! Roach, follow me!" MacTavish sighed. I was way ahead of him.
No connection, 'Bollocks! Fuck! Shite!' I shook my head and told them, "The camera feed in solitary confinement is dead. The power must be down in that section."
"Roger that. Squad, switch to night vision." Soap sighed.
I worked on the next area, a shower room, perfect... But before I could gather my thoughts on this the whole building rattled and shook, I leaped from the seat and scanned around. Lanturn just as alert.
"Shepherd, what the hell was that? Get the navy to cease fire!" Soap barked into the comms.
"The Navy isn't in a talking mood right now. Standby. Bravo Six - they've agreed to stop firing for now. Keep going, I'll keep you posted. Out." Shepard responded.
"The useless wanker," I mumbled going over the camera feed again. "The old shower room's about thirty feet ahead on your left. You'll have to breach the wall to get in."
I obserbed from the camera as Roach planted the charge, then went to a different one inside the shower room. It was like an action movie. I kinda wished I could tag along. But I could have sworn I saw that wise ass pyromaniac grin of his. I watched them make a mad dash down the room, only to be forced back by riot sheilds. Which, by the way, were made quick work of by Roach with a gernade launcher. I really shouldn't trust him with one when he's around me.
"Ghost, we're in the old tunnel system heading south-southwest." MacTavish imformed.
"Ok. Keep going along that tunnel." I told him just before I found a thermal camera feed. It showed two heated blobs on the other side of the wall. There he is!
"Talk to me Ghost...I don't want to be down here when those ships start firing again." Soap sighed, and I heard a few splashes.
"Keep going, you're almost there." I sighed rubbing my eyes. "I'm detecting two heat signatures - one of them should be Prisoner 627." Then I stood up and started out, I had helped them. But now I had to get on the pave low, I'd see them again.

Meanwhile (Price)
I sat in the chair, staring at the floor. The guard simply stood and stared at me, not truely caring about anything. But we had both heard rumbles, and I wondered what the hell was going on. But then I saw the wall explode, taking the chance I wrapped the first thing my hands could grab, a chain. The guard gagged and I shoved him forward towards these other guys, were they Russian? I had no idea, and in the panic I let my fist fly and smash a guy in the face.
He fell over and I aquired his gun, aiming it at him. My breath rage filled and yet fearful, axtious, and just insane. I was really lossing it, 'Fuck it! I want out of this hell hole!'
"Drop it!" A thick accented voice snapped, hold a pistol to my head.
I knew that voice! I god damn knew it too well! "Soap?"
The pistol lowered from my temple and the voice staggered a bit as he replied, "Price?"
I looked to him, he was in mostly a wet suit, but he also wore camoflag pants. His hair was in a short mohawk, and a scar sat on his face. But his face full of confusion, his metalic blue eyes looked me over for a moment. Once word could discribe how he looked, just surprised! Yup that was Soap alright, I just could never forget him.
"I believe this belongs to you, sir?" He held out the pistol he was about to shoot me with, M1911. The same pistol I had slid him to shoot Zhekove with. He had kept it all this time? I kinda figured he had the potental to be a pack rat.
"Whose Soap?" A different guy retorted as he help the guy I punched up. ANd with my fearful smack, I had given the guy a black eye. I'd have to appoligize later.
But before we could get any real big reunion the room shook and Soap pushed me towards the door. "Come on, we gotta get outta here! Move! Move!"
"Bravo Six - be advised, they've started the bombardment early! Get the hell outta there now!" A muffled voice shouted in their comms, those things were cracked up pretty damn high if I could hear them. I wasn't even wearing one!
"Go go go!" Soap continued, nearly grabbing my arm to pull me with him. But he was already way ahead. I could see the helicopter they were gonna use to get out, a little bird. "There's the chopper! Get ready to jump!" Next thing I know the tunnel caved in, and in teh nick of time Soap threw his arm out to stop me and swiftly spun in the other direct, pulling me along. "Go back go back! We'll find another way out! This way this way!"
I started to go behind, but then we found ourselves in the cafiteria, no excape here. We're doomed! And one of the guys then shouted, "It's a dead end!" Way to speak the obvious.
"Six-Four, where the hell are you, over?" Soap asked in a panic. The shaking made me stumble back as the pilot screamed into their comms.
"Bravo Six, there's too much smoke, I can't see you I can't see you -"
I heard a yelp of pain and swung around, followed by Soap shouting, "Roach is down! Roach!"
"I'm on it!" I barked as I slid to the pile of rubble that covered him. I was digging through, hoping for any sign of life. Then I found his face, he stared dazily at me. I looked back at Soap, seeing him aim his gun at the sky. "Whatever you're gonna do Soap, do it fast!"
Soap launched a flare and the pilot then announced, "Bravo Six, I see your flare. SPIE rig on the way." A rope dropped and I turned back to the dazed Roach.
"Let's go! Let's go!" I shouted pulling him to his feet and rushing over to the rig.
"Hook up! Go go!" He passed a clip to me, which I quickly got hooked to the rope and look back at Soap.
"Hang on!" I shouted. Then Soap went upwards, he kicked his feet around the split second it paused and was sent flying upwwards. Followed by me, Roach, and the other guy.
In the helicopter I quickly glanced around, nervous habit I got while in there. There was a few others here, all in wet suits. The only one who really stood out here was a guy in a skull mask, and my old friend. One of the guys then asked, "So he's our guy?" He pointed a thumb at me.
"Apparently so," The masked man said. "So he's Pris_"
"Don't say it," I semi growled. "I've been called that too long."
"Oh sorry," The masked man almost chuckled. I think. "Then who are you?"
"An old friend of mine," Soap explained. "In fact, he was my Captain. Five year ago." He shook his head, I could tell he was thinking about Gaz or Griggs. "Last time I saw him we were exvacted from a broken bridge and I could've sworn he was dead."
"Well I'm not," I chuckled as I took a seat. "Can't get rid of me so easily."
"And what did you say his name was," Roach asked rubbing his black eye.
"Price," Soap told him. He turned to me and continued, "A lot has happened since you were gone."
I had then noticed the ranking patch, Captain. "Well I can see that. And these guys are your squad?"
"Yah," He shrugged. "Well you already know Roach."
"Uh huh." I nodded and looked to Roach, who gave me an angry glare with his one good eye. "Sorry about the black eye."
"Sure," He spat. "Tell that to my trobbing eye."
"I'm Ghost, second in command here." The mask man 'Ghost' told me.
"Worm," The guy who had asked who Soap was grinned.
Soap looked around, and questioned, "Ghost, what happened to Lanturn?"
"Dead," Ghost grumbled. "We were attacked while we were excaping the calpsing gulag."
I could see Soap wasn't very pleased to hear one of his men died. In fact I felt a little bad, I didn't even know him! But at least I was out of that damned Gulag. You know when I said the possiblity of SOap coming to save me from that place was unlikey? I take it back!

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A/N: YES FINALLY THE GULAG!!!!!!!! Now we only have FIVE more freaking levels left!!!!!!!!!!!

And bonus! Three points of veiw! It started as Soap to begin but I wanted to show what Ghost was doing on the computer. AND finally we have Price.
Which part out of the three did I like writing the best? Price's! Only because I like the scean where he and Soap first see each other after five effin' years!

Warning lots of swears, and suckish spelling which I will correct sooner or later.

(Current Me Note: Thank you past me for never correcting any of this.)