Fallen Angel (A Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Fanfiction)

Chapter 8- Stalker

September, 1986

My eyes didn't stray from the binocular's lenses. The target in my vision was distracted, being gentle to a younger woman.

"Can we fucking do this already?" Woods practically paced in a crouched position to the left of me.

"Patience, Woods," Mason spoke from the right of where I was prone, wet moss dampening my uniform and ponytail. "What's the target doing?"

"Caressing the woman," I stated flatly.

"Good. He's distracted. We'll move up to the village, Hudson is waiting," Mason stood up, face and arms painted with green and brown paint.  

I couldn't help but secretly admire him. Though, it wasn't the admiration that two lovers would share. It was the type of admiration for a sibling or an older brother- which was exactly how I classified at Mason as. He'd taken me in as his own, teaching me the true ways to be a soldier. Even though he was only four years older, I felt like the age gap was much larger with the amount of wisdom he carried. Wisdom came with battle.

We moved down the bank to a small, slow-flowing river. Hudson was ahead not two hundred feet when Mason rested a hand on my shoulder. I stopped and glanced to my right, where Mason had walked to.

"No trigger finger like last time."

"But he's the-"

"Harmony!" Mason growled.

"Okay," I breathed. "If I start to get out of control, stop me."

"By running in front of your gun?" Mason smirked.

"No," I shoved him. "Tackle me or shoot my gun. Anything but running in front of me."

"Now I almost want to," Mason crossed the waist-deep river.

Shaking my head, I waded across the slow-flowing river. Hudson and Woods had already started firing at enemies from the village. I ducked behind a boulder when a shot whipped past my head. Mason shot the man who'd fired at me and then smirked.

"Still have to babysit you."

"Watch and learn, rookie," I joked.

Spinning out from behind one of the boulders, I shot three men with four bullets. I timed it so that I could run up the small hill and into one of the huts, shooting more men as I ran. One black soldier charged towards me and tackled me to the ground, trying to chop me with his machete.

I grabbed the man's wrist and flipped him off me, rolling up to tackle him to the ground and slit his throat. My knife slid easily through his windpipe and I almost smirked.

"Watch out, Harmony!" Hudson called from across the road of the village in another hut.

Looking up, I noticed another Nicaraguan soldier charging to stab me. Before he became too close, I lifted my hand and threw the knife into his head, blood splattering everywhere. I picked up my gun and knife as I started forwards again.

"Damn," Mason's small amazement was quiet, but just loud enough so I could hear.

"Watch. And. Learn," I winked at him.

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"We're nearing the target building," Woods called out.

I looked up and out, noticing the bell tower not three hundred yards away. My gaze narrowed and I glanced towards Mason. He was intent on fighting off soldiers. Woods was making his way up the rest of the hill and through the gates. Hudson provided back-up, shooting occasionally, but focusing on the fundamentals of our mission.