I had another massive brainwave! This one is gonna be fun to write! Enjoy! :D

They were on a stealth mission. But, as everyone knew, you never finished a stealth mission with stealth. You were bound to get caught and go loud sometime. But on this mission, they were really going to try to stay stealthy.

MacTavish thought his plan was pretty awesome. Go in, grab any intel they could find, and get out. Yup. Shouldn't be too complicated for one of the most elite task force teams in the world.

Silently, they crouched through the tall, un-cared for grass like a pride of lions, towards the large cabin on the hill. They had to be extra quiet during the night, as noise echoed further. The half-moon brought them a cold, windy night, making the grass rustle gently. MacTavish lead the group that consisted of Roach, Ghost, Worm and Royce.

They made it to the front gate, which was spiked at the top, and had a heavy chain locking it. MacTavish gestured to Worm, and he handed him the bolt cutters. As quietly as he could, MacTavish broke the chain in two. He slowly pushed the gate open-and luckily it didn't creak, because there was a guard standing outside the door, which was about 30 meters away. He handed the bolt cutters back to Worm, and they split up, trying to find another way around the guard.

Ghost pointed to a side door, which was open-and had no guards. The warm light emitted from inside gave away moving shadows from people moving around in there.

Still crouching, the group made their way through the much shorter grass- to which their heads were now visible. MacTavish went first. He checked that the guard was still at the front, and then he bolted to the side of the cabin. The others followed-Ghost, Roach, Royce, then Worm. As they stacked up at the entrance, MacTavish heard voices from inside. They were arguing.

He looked to the others against the wall behind him, then looked to the front again. He got a flashbang from his war belt, and chucked it inside. It went off with a sharp bang! And as quick as lightning, MacTavish whirled into the doorway, the others behind him, taking down every target they saw- with only a few shots, trying to keep it quiet.

"Clear." MacTavish murmured. "Spread out. See what you can find. Ten minutes." He said sharply. They did as he said, with Roach heading upstairs, Ghost checking for places down the hallway, Worm went into the armoury while Royce crept downstairs. MacTavish surveyed the room he was in, and began checking every draw and cabinet. Looking through every folder and file, he found a few things, and put them in his map pocket on his pants.

Heavy footsteps sounded upstairs, then, a gunshot. Not silenced, like his team's. MacTavish panicked. Roach had gone upstairs, so he could be in trouble. He could have been killed instantly, or shot fatally.

Calm down! He told himself. Chances are the enemy missed. Or Roach had used a weapon that wasn't silenced (which they all should be, and he shouldn't be using a weapon that wasn't silenced). As quietly as he could, MacTavish bolted upstairs, gun at the ready. He stopped at the top pf the stairs, and peeked around the corner. What he saw horrified him.

Roach was leaning against the wall, holding him stomach with one hand, his other limp beside him. Blood flowed from something his hand was covering, painting his hand and the floor red. His body gave off short convulsions, as if he were seizing. A tall man stood before him, holding a revolver in his hand. His back was to MacTavish, so he took his chance.

He crept up to him, hoping Roach didn't give him away. Which probably wouldn't happen since it looked like he had zoned out, staring blankly at something far beyond.

As MacTavish lifted the stock of his gun to knock the hostile man out, he turned around to face him with what had to be the speed of light. A knife in his hand, he aimed to stab MacTavish in his side, but he dodged, and ended up slashing him in the arm. Burning pain seared through his arm down to his fingers, but he pushed the pain away. He had to help Roach, who's breathing was getting shaky.

Distracted by this thought, the tall man wrapped his hands around his throat and threw him into a wall with such force it felt as if he had been kicked by a horse. Spots danced in his vision, and the hostile saw his chance again. He grabbed MacTavish's head and slammed it against the wall, making his world go dark. The last thought he had before he fell unconscious was, Roach will die with ought me. I failed him.

Don't worry! There will be more chapters! I can't say Roach will fully recover though. (Oops! Spoilers!)

I hope this was descriptive enough. And I really hope you liked this one. A review would help 3

~Stay Fierce!