Hello, my dear readers. Firstly I'm sorry for my terrible English. It's not my native language, so please be forgiving for any errors. It's also my first fanfic story and I don't know if I rated it correctly. Just let me know if I should change it. About the story - well, it's definitely not going to be oneshot. It's just the beginning and I believe next chapters will be better. Nonetheless I hope you'll enjoy this one.

Warning: This chapter contains large amount of swearing (as for me at least)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of CoD characters.

" …It's like I've got a disease without a fucking name… "

~Jacoby Shaddix

The Enemy

Chapter I – Just A Catalyst

'Sniper Team One what's your status?' heavily accented voice of Capitan Mactavish echoed suddenly in his ears. For a brief moment the superior reminded silent and then repeated, even more concern audible in his voice this time 'Sniper Team One, respond God dammit. What is your status?'

Silence…

Dark thoughts came through Ghost's head. What if they didn't make it? No… He shook his head, disbelieving at the idea of losing two the best snipers in whole 141. Hell… not just great soldiers, but his friends at first place. Task Force was the only family for him and he couldn't let anything bad happen to any of the them.

'Sniper…'

'This is Sniper Team One, repeat - this is Sniper Team One.' Archers voice interrupted suddenly, as stoic and calm as always. Ghost sighed loudly in relief. 'You're all clear.'

Capitan looked at a half destroyed, great residence in front of them. There was no fear in his icy blue eyes. It was more like… insecurity. How was it possible that the place that was like literal hell just few minutes ago could be so death quiet right now? Well… it was understandable that little help from air they were able to fights these men, but still he – as an experienced man - decided to be careful, despite all those assurances from Archer and Toad. Especially with harmed Roach on their side. Once again he looked all over the place and after recognition area for an empty indeed, he leaded three other men through impressive sized garden towards the back entrance.

They carefully came through the glass door and stepped into quite big room, which was probably some kind of living room before. The whole house was completely damaged. What's left was just a ruin – unable to live in anymore. Pieces of broken glass and rubble were lying all over the floor. One, great piece of debris. The air was filled with smoke and smell of burning, making breathing process even more difficult.

Ghost casted single glance at Roach's direction, who was right next to him. The young man was panting heavily, but his facial expression reminded focus and unbelievable calmness.Provisionally bandaged arm still bled, but not as intensely as in the beginning. It turn out to be not so serious as it seemed to be. Fortunately.

They stepped to dining room. Surprisingly half of this area just vanished. All what's left was a great, ten feet tall hole in the external wall. RPG probably, thought Ghost. In whole this mess it was easy for both sides to accidently hit something. Especially that Brazilians had rather chaotic style of fighting. Moving forward all the time they came to large hall with two corridors reaching two completely different sides.

'Time to split up, team' said Mactavish after brief moment of wondering 'Ghost, you and Chemo will go left. Roach on me.'

No one hesitated to obey their order and after few seconds all of them do as they were told. Ghost with Chemo covering his back carefully checked every single corner and every room near them, just in case somebody left. He kept his mind focused and every muscle of his tensed, ready for fighting, but nothing indicate that some was going to occur. This place was deserted.

'That's pointless' said Chemo with impatience in his voice, when they entered kitchen placed at the end of long corridor 'This fucking coward is probably in Mexico already. Assuming he has been here at all…'

'What are you suggesting?'

'It's just… that case with all those Intel Shepherd wants so bad is just one, great disaster. How come that every time they discover some 'important' information it all turns out to be wrong and that we risked our asses for nothing?'

'I hear ya, mate. But orders are orders and there is nothing we could…'

Ghost was suddenly interrupted by faint, unknown sound. He gestured Chemo to stay quiet and raised his M14. Trying to move as noiseless as possible he stepped forward. His hearth beating loudly in his ears. He served for army for unbelievable long time, but nonetheless it still wasn't just a routine. His body tensed as the strange sound repeated once again, little more louder this time. It was like… sobbing and Ghost noticed that it was coming from behind kitchen island in center of the room…

Few hours earlier

Ghost laid on his bunk. It's definitely going to be a long day. He didn't want to get up. All he wanted to do was just to stay here carelessly till the end of his days, but at the same time he was aware that no one was going to let it happen. Yeah, it would be too easy.

Just while he was trying to force himself to get of the bed, he suddenly heard loud knock on his quarter 's door. He started to consider if he should answer it or simply ignore it. Right now he didn't want anybody to bother him with some stupid problems like 'Meat smear my shirt with wild roses. Now it's all itching…' The man let out a slight chuckle at this memory. Roach… 'This little bug will never stop surprising me with his clumsiness.' Everyone on the base pranked him with every single occasion in every possible way. The worst part was that he always came with his problems to Ghost, and in his case it meant at least twice a day. Why does all the FNGs have to be such a twats?...

'Ghost, come on' Yeah, it was him. Again. 'I know you are there.'

The Lieutenant sighed loudly and eventually got up. He didn't bother himself to change his clothes. He just put on his famous skull balaclava and dark shades to cover his face as he always did. Another, even louder sigh let out his mouth when he saw full of impatient expression on his friend's face.

'What the bloody 'ell is so important that you had to come here in the middle of the night, mate?' Riley with irritation in his voice invited the other man inside.

It was just before four in the morning. Early time wasn't what bothered Ghost. He didn't sleep much anyway. But it was surprisingly early as for Roach. He definitely wasn't a morning kind of person. Roach was always the last one to wake up, so this situation was enough to worry the older man, or at least to make him a bit more suspicious.

Young Sergeant was gasping a bit, while trying to calm himself down. Obviously he was in hurry while getting into Ghost's quarter. He put the palm at his temple, in attempt to soothe the heavy breathing and started chaotically.

'We just… came back from the… mission' Ghost noticed that he was indeed wearing BDU dirtied with grass and mud, his face covered with sweat and dried blood 'I mean… it was me… and the Capitan… and then Shepherd… Oh God, I can't speak…' he stopped for a brief moment to take few deep breaths and then started again. Ghost just stood there, quietly observing his actions 'Ok, it's better now. As you probably know, I was on the mission with Cap. Mactavish in an attempt to find some Intel which would help us finding Makarov…'

'Bug, just say it. I'm not going to spent infinity on this nice chat shit.' Ghost interrupted harshly, becoming more impatient with every single second of this meeting.

'The point is this Intel won't lead us directly to Makarov, but… we know where his weapon supplier is. Rajos or…' Roach noticing Ghost's irritation sighed and said disappointed 'We're going to Rio. Shepherd wants you on briefing in half of hour.'

Ghost carefully stepped towards island, ready to put a bullet in whatever was behind. He made one more step, so he was able to see the source of strange noises. To his surprise it wasn't any tango, who accidentally survived attack. All what he saw was a shivering and trembling form curled in ball on the ground.

'What shall we do?' asked Chemo, who was standing right behind him.

'Call Mactavish.'

Well... How was it? Please review if you read this. I want to know what you guys think about it and I also want to know if I should continue this story. Thanks for reading anyway;)