Call of Duty One Shots

Your First Mission Part 2: Ghosts

Hesh:

     The ground heaved under you, and the earth around you shuttered like a chill down a person's spine. You ducked low beside a car, clutching your gun to your chest. Ajax had been captured by Rorke, and you were going to get him out. 

     Since the Walkers' went away to become soldiers, you became your own, personally contracted mercenary. You had met Ajax one day while scouting a Federation base; the two of you became fast friends, especially when he said he was a part of the familiar team of "Ghosts". You met up with him regularly,for mission and two-man patrols, even spending some nights together around a bonfire drinking a beer. He talked about being familiar with Elias Walker, and it brought back your memories of Hesh.

     When Rorke captured him, you knew that you had to save him. He was your friend, and as so often said, you don't leave a friend behind. You almost moved forward when you heard someone coming your way. In a rush of adrenaline, you backed up, quickly haring away to a better place from where you could ambush. Staying by the cars would make you more vulnerable, considering you'd have no place to hide.

     There was a sharp barking of a dog and your eyes rounded. "Crap..." you muttered. That dog finds you, and you're dead. You had to lose it.

     Continuing to run, your foot caught on an exposed tree root, and you skidded against the gritty earth. You scrambled up, and watched as the dog ran past you. It was a German Shepherd, a common military-use dog, girded up with a pack and cameras. The dog turned and sniffed at your face, chattering at you excitedly- you had your hand on your side arm in case it threatened to bite you- before its ear flicked and it began barking at an old, grey, rotting tree stump. You looked past the animal, and it began to growl, baring its long, off-white teeth.

     But not at you.

     The grass on the ridge ahead of you moved as three very large gray wolves slowly stalked into the clearing, bearing their own yellow teeth at the dog. The one in the front of the pack shifted its ghostly orange eyes to you.

     Faster than a flash, a shot rang out- the Federation, maybe even Rorke, had found you. You jumped, but it stalled your escape as a wolf nearly sixty pounds larger than that German Shepherd slammed into you, snapping its jaws in your face. Its breath beat hot and heavy against your face, stinking of spoiled deer and rabbit flesh, and dog mouth. Beads of saliva spattered your face in sticky, thick drops as your fingers entwined in its cheek fur, trying desperately to hold its face away. As its teeth nearly met your throat, you let out a scream.

     "Hang on!" came a shrill and panicked cry. 

     The Shepherd tackled the wolf, throwing it sideways in a fit of flailing and gnashing of dog fangs. The wolf over came the poor pet, and held it down, biting a severing bite into its vulnerable tan shoulder, forcing a yelp out of it. The dog kicked its back feet out, knocking the wolf away. 

     As it approached the German Shepherd for a killing bite, a bullet whizzed by your face, connecting with the side of the wolf's head. It tumbled side ways, legs stiff and shuttering as it rocked back and forth on its side until its muscles loosened, and it lay still, blood seeping from its head and mouth. 

     The wolf pack hesitated, while the Shepherd shakily stood, limped a few paces, and began barking its fearless challenge to the wolves, as if begging them to come for some more.

     A hand grasped your shoulder, and you felt the blood drain from your face. If Ajax was dead, you faced the same fate now. You turned your head and looked into the face of your captor.

     "(Y/N)?"said the man holding your shoulder. You had no idea how he knew your name. This man was about your age, maybe a year or two older, with brown side burns, short-cropped hair, with a cap on his head. But his eyes... Those pine green eyes.