Whatever's left of us end up meeting back at a safe house. Ghost has been trying desperately and failing to get ahold of anyone.
"We need evac." Soap states as he pushes Rojas to the ground. He seems to wince, and I'm sure he's busted up pretty bad from the fall.
"I know," Ghost calls back, sounding extremely annoyed, "but I can't get anyone on the horn."
A knock on the door, and its opening, reveal what's left of our small force that we brought. Rocket and Chemo both walk in and clearly look like they've been though just as much hell. Soap sighs then takes a seat, kicking Rojas to make sure he's still breathing. Rojas groans in response.
"You all hear what happened?" Rocket questions as he takes out his phone. We can hear a newscast going and from what little is heard, its not good.
"War has been brought to the shores of the United States." A male reporter states.
"Troops are already stretched too... scattered all over the world..." A female reporter chimes in.
"The newsroll says that the US has been condemned for the airport massacre in Moscow..." Chemo says, looking up to the rest of us.
Soap leans back, pulling out a cigarette. "The Russians must've copied the ACS module." He lights it. "Got the key to every lock in America..." He sighs.
"And they're killing a thousand Americans for every dead civilian in Moscow. Look's like we're all out of friends." Ghost shakes his head and crosses his arms.
"Tch, You're giving up too easily. I know a guy." Soap takes out his phone then gets up, walking away from the rest of us. "Ghost. Get what you can."
"With pleasure sir." He walks over to Rojas, who's starting to panic.
- 13th August 2016 -
- Rio de Janeiro, 1700ft A.S.L. -
Soap leads us from the safehouse, deeper into the slums of Rio. We've been mostly sticking to the shadows and moving quietly, but I'm starting to get a bad feeling as we are almost forced to move through a market. Soap stops us and seems to be watching some people. Ghost and I start to look around, starting to see more militia moving in.
"Sir, the militia... Almost 200 of them." Ghost starts.
"Front and back." I add after glancing behind us.
"We're gonna have to fight our way to the LZ." Soap raises his gun. "Lets go!"
He moves out into the market area, opening fire on whoever has a gun. Rocket and Chemo quickly back him up.
"What about Rojas?!" Ghost yells. He's been dragging him along since the safehouse.
"The streets'll take care of him!" Soap responds.
Ghost chuckles then pushes Rojas down. "Works for me!"
Him and I join the others and start to push through the militia in front of us. Chemo and I try to keep the roofs clear while Soap, Ghost, and Rocket focus on pushing forward. When we round a corner, Soap puts a hand to his ear.
"Nikolai! We're at the top level of the favela surrounded by militia! Bring the chopper to the market, do you copy, over!"
A voice comes over comms, "Okay my friend, I am on the way!"
"Everyone get ready! Lock and Load!"
"Let's do this!" Ghost says, charging first up the hill.
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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...
