Hey fellow readers/writers! SpitfireUSN here with an update to "The Indestructible"! There was fairly good response to the last chapter and I'm looking forward to more. I forgot to mention last time that I like to do reviewer shout-outs whenever I get a review. I'll answer any questions in the A/N too, so don't be afraid to ask me anything! I love writing but I can't get any better unless you guys review my work and be harsh if necessary, just be sure to tell me what needs to be fixed if you are harsh, otherwise, it does no good, just saying. So, without further ado, here's chapter two! (Heh that rhymed)
Thanks for Reading, Fly High Aim Higher,
~Spitfire out
*Ghost's POV*
Alejandro Rojas, a.k.a Alex the Red, he's our target. Makarov killed Allen and Rojas supplied him. Rojas was the key to finding Makarov but we needed his assistant to find him.
Royce, Meat, Dash, Archer, and I were waiting for MacTavish's mark to move in.
"Ghost! Our driver's dead, meet us at the Hotel de Janeiro and cut him off!" MacTavish yelled into the comms.
"Roger that!" I responded, jumping out of the van and running toward the hotel.
When we got there I saw MacTavish and Roach running after Rojas' assistant. I turned the corner into the ally that the assistant ran into and Roach quickly passed me, then Dash, which wasn't a surprise.
"Roach! Take the shot! Go for the leg!" MacTavish shouted.
"He's down," I confirmed, running up.
After restraining him in a garage I started sparking up a car battery as 'Tavish talked to Roach and the others.
"Roach, take the favela with Meat and Royce. Archer, Dash you two are on over-watch," MacTavish said as he shut the garage door.
*Dash's POV*
Toad had stayed at the base and Archer needed a partner. He led me up to a ridge that over looked the favela where we could provide sniper support to the others.
I saw Meat clear out the civvies and they were almost instantly under fire. Archer and I picked off the guys that were shooting at Meat, Royce, and Roach. Between the five of us, the enemies fell quickly.
The three split up, Roach with Royce and Meat on his own. Roach and Royce went right and Meat went left.
"I'll watch Royce and Roach, you cover Meat," Archer said quietly.
I nodded in response and kept Meat in my scope. I took out the guys that he missed. I took down a guy coming up behind him and Meat looked up at me with a swift nod. I began taking down the guys on the roofs shot by shot, reloading quickly. The trio met up at the other side of the favela, out of our line of sight. Archer and I climbed down and ran through the favela. We quickly made it to where they were waiting for us.
MacTavish called us with the location Rajas was in and which way he was headed. We took off running, going higher up in the favela, and getting into fire fight after fire fight. 'Tavish and Ghost gave us updates about Rojas' location as we navigated the maze of buildings and allies.
Hours seemed to pass before we finally ran up to a building.
"He's gonna get away!" Ghost shouted.
"No he's not," 'Tavish said calmly.
Not even seconds later MacTavish burst through a second story window with Rojas below him and the pair landed on a car below.
~Two hours later~
"We're running out of rooftop!" Ghost shouted.
"We'll make it, keep going!" MacTavish shouted back.
One by one we all made it across. I turned to see Roach jump and barely catch the edge of the roof. I dove to catch him but he fell to the ground as my fingers brushed his sleeve. He was knocked out by a hard hit to the head when he landed.
*Roach's POV*
"Roach! Roach, wake up!" I heard MacTavish shouting.
I was coming to after a bad fall and I could see the shadows of people getting closer.
"Roach, we can see them from the chopper, dozens of them, get up!" Ghost urged.
I groaned and tried to pull myself up, using the building on my right for support. I fell before I could get very far. I landed on my side, with an involuntary shout of pain, and my back pressed against the wall. It was getting hard to breathe and I was starting to fade as gunshots erupted from the rooftop. I managed to angle my head enough to see Dash and Ghost firing at the militia as I passed out again.
I could tell I was being moved quickly but I couldn't tell where to or who was carrying me. The sound of a chopper got louder and louder and eventually I felt the cold steel underneath me. Someone got my Kevlar vest off and it was somewhat easier to breathe.
I finally managed to get my eyes open and saw Dash standing back with Archer leaning over me, shining a light in my eyes. I reached a hand up to block the light but I couldn't stop a shout of pain when I tried to move my right arm. Archer put the light away and held up a few fingers in front of my face. He said something but I couldn't make out what it was, the ringing in my ears was too loud. There was a repetitive slapping on the side of my face. I could see that Archer was talking but I couldn't tell what he was saying.
The ringing slowly died down and I could finally hear what Archer was saying, "Don't close your eyes, Roach. Come on, stay awake," he urged.
I groaned, "Ow," I said simply.
A few people laughed.
"Archer?" MacTavish asked.
"Grade-three concussion, right arm and left leg are both broken," Archer said simply, "along with a few ribs."
*Ghost's POV*
There was a large scrape on Roach's forehead. There was blood spilling from it down the side of his head and when Archer sat him up, blood starting leaking from his nose. That was one nasty fall.
I saw Dash looking at Roach with worry. There was a hot feeling in my chest and gut and I felt angry at Roach but didn't know why. I turned away and went to sit down closer to the cockpit than they were.
I heard them talking but didn't pay any notice to the conversation. I sat in silence until the pave-low touched down at the base. Archer got Roach to his feet and held him up as they made their way over to the infirmary. The others went towards the barracks, but I went to the range. I wasn't going to shoot, I had no idea why I was there but I was. After a while of doing nothing, Dash walked in, picked up a UMP 45 and started shooting targets. She was probably still blowing off steam about Allen's death. I'd have to write a letter to his sister and the rest of his family that was still safe in the States.
"I already wrote the letter for Allen's sister," Dash said out of nowhere, still aiming, shooting, and looking pissed.
*Dash's POV*
Ghost just nodded in response to what I said. I was pissed to say the least; Makarov killed one of my best friends. Anyone else in my situation would have broken down and cried, but not me. No, when someone I'm close to dies, I run, when I'm pissed, I run, when I'm bored off my ass, I run, when I'm hurt I run. I suppose that's why they called me 'Dash'.
"I'm sorry," Ghost said after a moment of silence, his firm voice breaking me out of my thoughts as I shot blindly at the targets, "about Allen."
'God damn that accent is sexy,' I thought to myself. Yeah, I was a Brit too but his accent was different and I loved it, hell, I adored that accent.
I shrugged and kept shooting.
"You're an ice cube, you know that?" another voice said, I recognized it as Meat.
I gave him a sideways glace.
"I mean come on, Dash, you've never once broken down, you're always either pissed, exited, or insanely focused," Meat continued.
"When you've been through the shite I have, you'll know why," I said before taking another shot and putting the gun down.
"And what kind of 'shite' are we talking?" Meat pressed.
My brow furrowed and I clenched my fists to keep from lashing out, "I don't tell anyone about my past. Never have, never will," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady as I ground out the words.
I pushed past Meat and walked out to the track that encompassed the base. I turned around; feeling like someone was following me and saw Ghost, walking casually toward me.
"What?" I asked.
He just shrugged and stepped on the track. I rolled my eyes and started running. He stayed beside me the whole way. There was a warm feeling in my chest as I wondered randomly what he looked like under the mask.
