After about a day of travel, I finally feel like I can breathe properly. I've sort of slept but I'm mostly trying to hype myself up. The second that Soap said "sub" I knew we were going for a swim, which I'm not too excited for especially after what I just went through. If I could barely get out of those favela's then I feel almost certain that sharks will become my next biggest issue.
We had landed in Hawaii then quickly gotten into wet suits and into a sub which started to take us the other way. Soap and Shepherd had started talking on comms as we were getting ready.
"Seems we're headed the wrong direction, sir. Shouldn't we be coming back to the fight?" Soap questions as we get halfway to the destination.
"Plenty of fight to go around, MacTavish. Glad you made it outta South America. You're meeting up with the 6th Fleet. Leadin' the counter-strike." Shepherd responds. His voice sounds oddly chilling, though it almost feels like a more recent thing. I don't know if he's ever been this cold sounding towards us. "Prisoner Six-Two-Seven," Shepherd continues, "We believe that's who Makarov's got the mad-on for. But we can't get to him."
We start to see some pings in front of us. Soap checks the scope, quickly motioning us to get back to our stations. "Oilrigs sir?" He questions, starting to head back where the smaller manned are. I think they're mostly used for transportation, which is what I'm sure we'll be doing.
"Russians are using them as SAM sites. Oil workers are human shields so we can't just blow up the rigs wholesale. And this one is the least defended." Shepherd pauses then continues, "Boys, I know I'm sending you into the meat grinder in this one..."
"They're defending it, so it means we want it. Especially if it gets us to Six-Two-Seven."
Soap and Shepherd finish up their conversation, though my eyes wonder more to Ghost. "Six-Two-Seven..? D..Does he mean...?" My voice is kept low.
"Yeah... I think he does..." I can almost feel Ghost starting to smile.
We all get to our positions and put on scuba gear. It's not the first time that I've used it but I almost hope it'll be the last. Soap gets on the front of the sub, while Ghost sits on the spot next to me. I tap my fingers a little nervously as we wait for the go.
"Didn't think ya got nervous, Roach." Ghost calls over comms.
I glance over to him, "Guess I just don't want to get left behind again. Or it could be the sharks."
"I think they'd spit ya back out," Soap comments, "I'm not too sure they're fond of roaches."
Ghost laughs at his comment, leading me to frown.
"U.S.S. Chicago Actual to dry-dock shelter, we have a go." One of the commanders onboard relays.
"DDS hanger flooded," one of the technicians calls out as water comes rushing in. "Full pressure."
My ears pop a little, leading to me shake my head. Bubbles start to come from all of us, showing that our gear works. Soap glances back and gives the technician a thumbs up.
"Begin deployment." The commander states.
The hatch in front of us opens, leading Soap to scramble back into place. I grip onto the handle in front of me as we start to move forward. I take a deep breath as we start going out past the hull of the U.S.S. Chicago. Soon we float out onto open water. Fish start to pass by and around us in large schools. We make it past U.S.S. Dallas as another one of our teams launces out. Four of our men ride up to then past us, heading to the far side of the oil rig.
"Team two at objective"
- 14th August 2016 -
- Vikhorevka 36 Oil Platform, Russia -
Soap starts to let go of the sub and float up towards the surface. Ghost and I follow suit, breaching the surface at the same time that he does. Soap and I swim up under the paneling and see two guards standing around talking to each other. They're speaking in Russian but I can make out that they're complaining about being her and I think smoking.
"We'll take them both out, on your go." Soap calls over radio.
I swim a little closer then take out my knife. I grab one of their feet and drag them down into the water, like I assume sirens would. After I stab him in the chest, Soap and I climb out of the water. Ghost is next to follow, along with the other guys that are with us.
We take off some of our gear so that it's easier to move. Soap then stands up, "Two hostiles down in sector One-Alpha. Moving up to section Two." He motions to a set of stairs which we quietly yet quickly climb.
"Roger that, Hotel Six." The sub commander responds.
"Keep it tight, people." Soap glances back to the rest of us then leads us forward.
We quietly take out some hostiles along the way, then get to where the hostages are. Soap pauses then motions for some men to follow him. Ghost starts taking out explosives and quietly calls times on the bomb. We stack up and wait for them to blow in sync. Once they go off, we rush into the room with the hostages and kill the enemies quickly and efficiently. They had explosives in the room, so one wrong shot coulda killed all of us. Some of our men start to untie the hostages and lead them out while Soap pushes the rest of us forward.
"Control, We're advancing to deck two" Soap calls to command and the others as we push up. We watch corners and avoid a new threat: and enemy helo.
After dodging it, we move forward towards another hostage room. As before, we set charges and kill the enemies. Others sticking back to deal with the hostages.
A voice comes on over the intercom, giving us all a bad vibe.
"Enemy radio... I think we're going to have company, sir" Ghost looks to Soap who nods.
"Set up for Plan B. Get some C4 on those bodies, go." Soap says as he keeps watch. Ghost and I move to plant C4 on the enemies bodies in the room, then stack up again. We move from the small room and wait for the enemy patrol that's being sent our way.
"We'll ambush them when they discover the bodies." Soap glances over to Ghost and I.
"Understood sir." I respond, hovering a hand over the detonation button.
The patrol starts to move in. We watch as they enter the room and on Soap's mark, I blow them up. Others that were outside the room, or even nearby, quickly move to the explosion and open fire on us.
"Control, this is Hotel Six. Our cover is blown." Soap updates command.
"Copy that, intel still indicates hostages and possible explosives on the top deck. Your team needs to secure that location before we can send in reinforcements to handle the SAM sites, over." The sub commander relays.
"Roger that. Will call for exfil in LZ Bravo." Soap then looks to the rest of us. "CentCom needs us to take the top deck ASAP so they can send in the Marines. Move."
We move up as a team, wiping out the enemies before us. More stack up but we get up to a higher deck, being told that the hostages we just freed are getting out safely. Reinforcements show up on deck three but we push through, only for the helo to appear. I spot a rocket launcher and run to fire on it.
"Roach-" Ghost starts.
"I got it!" I focus the rocket launcher and soon send a rocket out blowing the chopper.
"Nice shot Roach!" Ghost calls to me as he runs past, pulling out a shot gun to take care of the next few hostiles.
We move up to deck four, still fighting through. Enemies smoke the doors to the hostages, though we move through it with our thermal sights. Ghost and I move to the other side of the room and breach it the same time that Soap does. This room had even more explosives than the first one. Soap calls to command that we got all the hostages. He then lets the others as we walk out to LZ Bravo.
"Let's get ready for phase two," Soap says over all the radio chatter.
"We'll finally get him back..." Ghost seems to sigh in relief.
"Finally..." Soap repeats. It seems like a weight was just lifted off of him.
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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...
