Plan B

Plan B -P42- -LOOSE ENDS-

(Ghost)
I blinked a moment as the bright earily morning sunlight nearly blinded me. It was nearly six, time to get everyone in postition. After waking everyone up we went over our equipment once more before Archer and Toad went to the cliffside to get in position. I looked to Roach, sometimes the sergeant seemed like a lost little boy with his deer-in-the-headlights look. But he wasn't giving that look, he was edgy, and unruly, to put it in one word, just axtious.
"Something wrong, Roach?" I asked quietly.
He looked up at me with pale grey eyes, there were dark circles under those. A tell tale sign he didn't sleep a wink. He then stood stiffly and sighed, "Nah just tired."
"Snipers in position." Archer imformed.
I turned to nod in understanding and said, "Strike team go. Engage Makarov on sight." And started to lead Roach and everyone down the hill. I earned a few 'Roger' and 'Soild copy's telling me they understood. I myself was nervous, this was one of those missions I wished the Captain was right with me. He knew what he was doing, I didn't have the best expreience with being in charge. I finally told them, later picking up who jittery I really sounded, "Let's go. Let's go."
I half expected to be replied with Roach telling me to calm down, but no one said anything.
Every step made me wish I hadn't offered to take the safehouse. 'Why did I have to request? Curse my pride!' Then my thoughts came to a sudden end when mine disks jumped to the air, 'Get down! Get down!' I then shouted, "Ambush!" I looked to my left, I swear it was a flood, of Russians. "Targets! Left side! Left side! The mines went off and I quickly recovered.
I guess being a leader can mean you rub off on everyone you are in charge of because Scarecrow and Ozone both started to scream, "Ambush!" And before I knew it, along with these guys with RPGs, the ground was 'magically' blowing up. If I had the time, I would put airquotes around 'magically'. "They've got this area presighted for mortar fire!" Scarecrow yelled.
"Counterattack into the smoke! Push push push!" I yelled back. 'Damn it I sound so panicked! Wait, why the hell am I thinking this?' Once again my train of thought was sent off track and I got back to shooting more crazy Russian idiots who thought they could hit us with the butt of their rifles. What was this? World war II? We HAVE ammo!
Within a minute we tripped away, the bullets stopped and I heard the rev of an engine. Looking up I saw twow turcks start up. Roach, once again expressing his hatred for vehicals and beinging a trigger-happy-manic, started to open fire on it. I then heard Archer tell us, "We got two trucks leaving the target building."
"Don't let those trucks get away!" I snapped with unnessicary anger.
"Roger! Firing Javelin, danger close!" Archer told us.
"Javelin, danger close!" I repeated. "Get back from the road!" Then I noticed Roachs gunfire did absolutely nothing. "Bloody hell, these trucks are bulletproofed!"
"Two away!" And then the trucks exploded from the Javelin missiles. "Moving vehicles have been neutralized. Be advised, we have not, I repeat, we have not spotted Makarov, and no one else has left the house. Those trucks may have been decoys Over."
If it weren't for my sunglasses everyone would have seen my eye twitch. We came up on the driveway and two more turcks were emptied of enemies as they jumped from the cars. I slid to teh front door, followed by Roach, "Clear the perimeter! Roger that, we're advancing on the house now! Breach and clear the safehouse! Go! Go!"
Roach planted the charge and gave me the pyromanic smile of his before pressing the button. He was already in shooting up the living room, and by the tiume I came in it was cleared. I came round to the study, shot a man in the back of the head then said, "Office clear! Ozone, make sure no one leaves through the kitchen."
"Roger that." Ozone replied.
"Scarecrow, gimme a sitrep." Huh looks like I was starting to get this leader thing down.
"No one's leaving through the front of the basement." Scarecrow told me.
"Let's go, let's go!" I left to the dining room, eliminating five other men. "Dining room clear! Roach, go upstairs and check any locked rooms on the top floor. Breach and clear."
The next moment was filled with teh sound of a breaching charge and gun fire, a second later Scarecrow said, "Top floor clear!"
"Roger that, top floor clear!" Then I started to the living area again. "Roach, go with Scarecrow and check the basement for enemy activity. Breach and clear. Go."
I listened to more gun fire and such, then explosions, followed by more gunfire. "Basement clear!"
"Copy, basement clear! All clear." I repeated. "Squad, regroup on me. Scarecrow, photographs." And Scarecrow got to work on taking pictures. "Shepherd, this is Ghost. No sign of Makarov, I repeat, no sign of Makarov. Captain Price, any luck in Afghanistan?"
"Plenty...at least fifty hired guns here, but no sign of Makarov. Perhaps our intel was off." He grumbled in that cranky old man british voice that made me remember the nuke. I still wasn't happy with him about that, but I was just gonna have to forgive and forget. For now anyways.
"Well, the quality of the intel's about to change. This safehouse is a bloody goldmine." I reassured.
"Copy that. Ghost, have your team collect everything you can for an operations playbook. Names, contacts, places, everything." Shepard told me.
"We're already on it sir. Makarov will have nowhere to run." I didn't notice how darkly I said the last sentence.
"That's the idea. I'm bringing up the extraction force, E.T.A. five minutes. Get that intel. Shepherd out."
"Roach, get on Makarov's computer and start the transfer. Ozone, you're on rear security. I've got the front. Go." You know the funny thing way the fact I usually was on the computers. It felt weird making someone else do it for me. But Roach and Ozone quickly got to work.
"Task Force, this is Price. More of Makarov's men just showed up at the boneyard..." He paused then said to MacTavish. "Soap, cover me. I'm gonna slot that guy over there and use his radio to listen to their comms. Ghost, we're going silent for a few minutes. Good luck up there in Russia. Price out."
"Roach, there's an armory in the basement. Better stock up while you can." Ozone said.
"Makarov's men are going to do whatever it takes to keep us from leaving with this intel. We need to protect the DSM until the transer's done. Use the weapons caches and set up your claymores if you've got any left. Defensive positions, let's go!" As I said this, I was in the study. Roach went outside and planted some claymores then returned ot Scarecrow who was standing guard of the DSM.
We all heard and explosion and Scarecrow exclaimed, "What the hell was that?"
"Be advised, you have a large concentration of hostiles moving in from the southeast, they've just breached the perimeter! I'll try to thin 'em out before they get too close. Recommend you switch to scoped weapons, over." Archer told us.
"Roger that! Everyone cover the field to the southeast! Move!" I said.
"I got eyes on! Here they come! They're in the field to the southeast!" Ozone responded.
"RPG team moving in from the southwest!" Archer informed. We all started to shoot, listening to the gunfire. And Archer then said, "I have eyes on additional hostile forces moving in on your position. They're approaching from the solar panels east of the house."
"They're moving in from the solar panels east of the house!" I repeated. Then added, "Use your claymores if you have 'em. Plant 'em around the trail east of the house."
Another moment passed as we worked hard to keep from being killed and the DSM dystoried.
"I'm displacing. You're gonna be without sniper support for thirty seconds, standby." Archer told us. Thrity second later we were still being shot at and attacked.
"I'm hit!" Ozone squeled.
"Ozone is down!" Archer told us. I hissed a breath and poked out of the door to fire at some engaging enemies who were going up on Roach and Scarecrow, both stunned by a flash. "RPG team moving in from the east! Enemy fast-attack choppers coming in from the northwest."
"Roger that. Enemy helos approaching from the northwest." What I would give to have a stinger right now. "Roach, use your claymores on the driveway and pull back to the house!" Meh, it was the next best thing we could get. Roach made a mad dash and set up claymores then came back in.
"I'm hit!" Scarecrow yelled.
"Scarecrow is down," Archer told us. I wish he could see my no-shite-serlock look.
It had been five minutes but I knew the DSM was done by teh faint beep. "Roach, the transfer's complete! I'll cover the main approach while you get the DSM! Move!" And like that I was flying out the door with Roach right behind me.
"This is Shepherd. We're almost at the LZ. What's your status, over?"
"We're on our way to the LZ! Roach, let's go!" I shouted. We came to the tree covered hillside and next thing there was motar fire everywhere! "They're bracketing our position with mortars, keep moving but watch your back! Roach, I got you covered! Go! Go! Get to the LZ! Keep moving! We gotta get to the LZ! Roach, come on!"
Roach was way ahead of me now, but I kept up. I trailed feet behind and watched his every move, then a motar bombed right infront of his face. He flew backwards and on his back, which obviously must hurt. I made no hesitation to pop red smoke and get him.
"I've got you, Roach, hang on!" I grabbed him by his jacket and started to drag him. Having to reajust my grip. "Thunder Two-One, I've popped red smoke in the treeline! Standby to engage on my mark!"
"Roger that. I have a visual on the red smoke. Standing by." The pilot replied.
"Thunder Two-One, cleared hot!" I shouted.
"Roger that, cleared hot. Guns guns guns." The pilot responded as the helo came closer. I passed Roach an AK-47, better he do something then nothing.
"Roach, hang in there!" I shouted. I looked back to see the pave low with General Shepard kneeling on the platform as it opened during landing. "Come on, get up! Get up! Get up! We're almost there!" I brought Roach to his feet and supported his side as he limped his way to the helicopter.
"Do you have the DSM?" Shepard asked over the wind, his voice especially gruff.
"We got it sir," I yelled, accent blazing, over the thumping air.
"Good, that's one less loose end," Roach was now being supported on his other side by him. I also saw Shepard pull something out and before I could true identify what, it was too late. He shot ROach in the lower chest, Roach gagged in pain.
"NOOO!!!" I yelled as I raised my gun. But at the last second he got me in the chest. Lights out.
The agony only grew more intence, and I hear more gun shots. I hit the ground and dazed, unable to get my eyes to open. The last thign I heard was Price and his panicked shouting, "Ghost! Come in, this is Price! We're under attack by Shepherd's men at the boneyard! Soap, hold the left flank! Do not trust Shepherd! I say again, do not trust Shepherd! Soap, get down!--" The comm transmition cut. And I barely openned my eyes a sliver to see Shepard take a drag off his cigarette before tossing it on me and Roach.
We both laid limp there, choking and burning. 'Let this end my misery!' I silently pleaded. 'Don't make me suffer anymore!' Then I was gone.

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A/N: Yup purely Ghost's POV. Well at least this is done. I was so sad at the end. CURSE YOU SHEPARD! YOU DICK!!!!!!!! Say hello to my little friend! Shepard meet Chainsaw, Chainsaw meet Shepards neck!

Well now there is 3 levels left to write! There will be some in between maybe so if this isn't done by Monday forgive me. HOMEWORK SUCKS!