Fighter (Simon Ghost Riley!)

Piccadilly Circus

"Right"

Price announced as he walked into the de-briefing room, Adder, Roach Ghost, and a few other soldiers sat around a table, Ghost pulled his feet from the table dropping them heavily back to the white tiled floor.

"We have gained Intel that Zachaev is going to attack London. We don't know how. But from the Intel... it's tonight" Price spoke with a small sigh, his words hanging heavy in the room. Each of the team members exchanged looks between themselves as they processed their captains words.

"We will be going in tonight to intercept. Hopefully stop the attack and pick Zachaev up and bring him back." Price continued leaning on the dark oak table in front of him. He watched his team from under his brow, each nodding ready for the mission ahead.

"I hate the tube" Ghost groaned, his words filling the silence between himself and adder. Price had paired them together, ghost silently thanking any and all god's.

Since the night he had found her in the Rec room he found thoughts of the Sargent Invading his mind more than he would care to admit, he would often steal small glances across the rec room or de briefing room, thankful that his glasses hid how his eyes would linger on her for an extra few moments.

Sometimes he would find her, chin resting on her palm, watching him, lost in her own thoughts, her eyes grazing over his face and body when she thought he wasn't watching.

"Why?" Adder asked as she turned her attention from the tube wall to Ghost. She found it ridiculous that he wore his mask even on the tube, hardly allowing him to blend in, he had received a few strange glances from people entering the train as they moved further up the carriage and away from the pair.

"Cause if something happens you can't get out" he spoke his foot tapping the floor relentlessly. Adder watched his leg bounce for a moment.

"Are you scared?" She asked finally. Ghost turned his attention to the girl. Her short sleeve top clinging to her body. Goosebumps running up her arm from the chill.

"No" he spoke his voice stony and cold as he rested his head back returning his attention to the wall infront of him, Addy smiled slightly watching out the corner of her eye as his foot continued its anxious assault on the floor.

There were only two ways into Piccadilly by tube; the Piccadilly line that ghost and adder found themselves riding or the bakerloo line that price and roach were riding, intel suggested Zachaev may attack the tube, their orders to watch out for any suspicious activity. Simple enough.

"Now approaching Piccadilly Circus" the train announcer's voice rang through the carriage. People began standing and walking to the doors all going about their daily life, unknowing of the possible danger awaiting them.

It was bullshit. According to General Shepard they couldn't evacuate the area because they 'didn't want to cause panic'! What a bullshit excuse! Risking the lives of millions to 'save panic'. Adder had groaned loudly when he had shot down the evacuation idea.

Adder stood from her seat when the train finally stopped, she followed Ghost walking from the train doors onto the platform. There were two armed police officers standing and talking. Not even paying attention to anyone on the platform. Ghost confidently walked up to the pair.

The larger of the two officers lifted his gun pointing it at ghosts chest. His black hair hidden under a police hat. His wide frame tucked into a bullet proof jacket.

"Lieutenant Simon Riley" Ghost spoke walking closer to the two men. The officer raised his eyebrows slightly, lowering his weapon from the lieutenant's chest.

"Sargent adder" ghost's voice was monotone and unimpressed at the two officers, they looked her up and down before chuckling to themselves. Adder was used to this by now, men laughing at her for being in the SAS, she wasn't ashamed, she saw it more of a testament to her determination, the only woman to have successfully passed SAS selection.