On the twelfth of August, a day after Soap and I had gotten back from Kazakhstan, we witnessed the most horrific thing that the terrorists--that Kingfish--has done. A Russian airport was attacked. Hundreds, possibly thousands of innocent people, gone. Kingfish, no Vladimir Makarov, has gone too far. Soap had gathered some of us after we saw the footage, saying that we're going to be leaving, saying that we have a trail to follow. That we'll get revenge for those innocents.
The flight from the UK to Brazil was silent. We had all been staying at an older SAS base due to more attacks being centralized in Europe. Ghost and I are sitting next to one another. Meat is across from us with Royce, who is cleaning his gun. A few other soldiers are with us, though I can't remember talking to them much before so I don't know them that well. Soap is sitting by the cockpit, almost as close to Nikolai as he can get. He finally sighs then stands up and stands before us all.
"We're not only avenging the innocents that were killed yesterday, but other soldiers. Those that have been just as effected by Makarovs men and from what I heard the Americans are next. The faster we can take Makarov down, the more lives we can save." He takes a breath. I can tell, and I'm sure the others can as well, that he's thinking of Price. Price has been on all of our minds since he was taken three years ago.
Ghost sits up a bit straighter, "Our target is Alejandro Rojas, known as Alex the Red. He's been selling Makarov weapons, bullets. The same bullets that were used at the airport."
Soap nods, then continues for Ghost. It's almost as if he's relieved that Ghost took over a little. "We'll want him alive. When we land, we'll be tracking and searching for these plates." He takes out a tablet then shows us. Ghost makes note of it then nods. "We'll be in two teams."
"I'll be in charge of Meat, Royce, Bishop, and Jester." Ghost states, looking over a few of the guys.
"Aye, and I'll be with Roach and the rest of ya. Merlin, you'll be driving." Soap looks over to one of the Americans on the team who nods. "Alright. Lets get down to business."
- 13 August 2016 -
- Rio de Janeiro, Brazil -
After almost aimlessly driving around, and hope running out, I finally ID one of the plate that we're looking for. They're supposed to either be Alex's goons, Alex, or a group that is meeting up with him. We weren't very sure but getting the ID is the best thing that can happen. We were almost running out of time.
After a little bit of tracking, Soap lets Ghost and the others know where to rendezvous with us, saying that we've matched the plates.
"Copy," Ghosts calm voice comes over comms, "Any sign of Rojas' right-hand man?"
"Negative." Soap replies. "They've stopped twice already--no sign of him."
The van in front of us starts to slow down. Merlin starts to pull over. I can see the side of the van we've been following opens and two men jump out just before the van fully comes to a stop.
"Wait, they've stopped again. Standby."
We can see the two men have bullet proof vests on and what looks like a handgun and an SMG. The one with the handgun starts yelling something in Portuguese, leading a third man to walk out of the hotel.
"Got a positive ID. Whoever these guys are, they're not happy to see him..."
Just as Soap says that, the man that came from the hotel who we've ID'ed as Rojas' right-hand man, disarms and kills one of the two from the van. My eyes widen a bit in horror.
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Roach
Fanfiction"I promise I'll come back in once piece." After the death of his father, Gary "Roach" Sanderson thought that he should join the military just like his dad. He never really gave it much thought and as a seven year old, it never meant much to him. As...
