Blinded by the Light
MacTavish stood on the landing pad tapping his foot, the helicopter had been idling for the past twenty minutes. He was waiting for one final member of his team to arrive, and for once it wasn't Meat. It was Ghost. MacTavish was beginning to wonder if letting this relationship slide was a good idea, so far it had only caused the team trouble. Ghost was usually an early to anything and always showed up when MacTavish called for him. Finally, a whole twenty-two minutes late, arrived Ghost.
With a frown, MacTavish said "Ghost, we need to talk."
"About what?" asked Ghost, loading his bags into the helicopter.
"It's about Natasha." continued MacTavish, hauling Ghost into the chopper.
Ghost blinked. "What about her, sir?" he asked.
"I told you that I'd let this relationship of your's slide if it didn't interfere with your work. And from what today has shown me, it has." finished MacTavish, giving the pilot the okay sign to take-off. "And now, because you were so late I'll be giving you your briefing on the flight to Russia."
"Sir, I-" started Ghost, trying to explain his mistake.
"We don't have time for this, Ghost. We'll talk about this later." said MacTavish, retrieving his laptop. He turned it around to show Ghost the PowerPoint that Roach had made while they waited. The first slide depicted a nuclear submarine of clearly Russian origins, various notes about the sub ran down the right side of the screen.
Ghost skimmed the data before he asked "We going to destroy the sub?"
"Negative, we're to capture it. After that teams will be deployed to deactivate the nukes." said MacTavish, clicking through the next few slides which contained information of Russian numbers, troop positions, patrol routes, and team insertion points. "I'll be providing intel from up here. Understood?"
"Yes, sir. So I'll be leading this op?" asked Ghost, finally feeling surge of pride on finally leading a mission.
"No. Price will be leading this one." said MacTavish, shutting his laptop.
Ghost groaned. The old man, the one who was in a Gulag the day before would be leading this op. Ghost didn't know much about the man but from what MacTavish had said about the man made him seem almost god-like. But that was five-years ago, the man was bound to be rusty, hell, he probably wouldn't be able to keep up with the resent improvements in equipment. Ghost had to admit it, he had his doubts about Price's role as the team's lead. But he wasn't about to bash MacTavish's hero, so he kept to himself.
Dunn found himself in a no win situation, but then again that was the definition of the campaign so far. Everything that could go wrong had, right now his squad was outnumbered six to one. And to make matters worst, their ammunition was running out. Ramirez was unconscious but alive, Allen on the other hand had no pulse. He slammed another magazine into his SCAR-H before he pulled a small packet out of his pocket and tossed it to Ramirez, who had been awakened by the sounds of gunfire.
"What the hell do I do with this?" asked Ramirez, his attempts at reviving Allen having failed.
"Inject it into a vain! That shit has enough kick to start his heart three times over!" shouted Dunn, laying down suppressing fire with his rifle.
With trembling hands, Ramirez tore open the package and jammed the needle into Allen's arm.
"Huh, didn't see that coming." muttered Jackson, watching the scene unfold from his position above the downed helicopter because he was unaffected by gravity. "Y'know back in my day we didn't have that fancy insta-revive, stuff. All we had was-"
"Shut up, we've all heard this story." said Pelayo, cutting him off mid-sentence. " I figured we'd get some tears out of the noobie. So sad, I bet money he would."
Allen sighed, with any luck the injection would take effect soon and he'd be returned to his body.
Allen's sputtered, coughed, and then he finally sat up. He rubbed his forehead, which revealed a large bruise, no doubt from when he was thrown around in the helicopter. Then he looked out the side door of the Blackhawk and noticed the quantity of Russians advancing on his position.
"Great, I finally get rid of Jackson and now I'll be joining him for eternity." muttered Allen.
"Who's Jackson?" asked Ramirez.
"Take this and stay down!" ordered Private Wade, handing Ramirez an M4A1 Grenadier. And tossing an M9 for Allen. Just as he finished saying this, his head exploded and splattered blood all over Ramirez.
"Should have followed your own advice.." said Allen quietly.
But before he could even get a shot off with the small pistol a Hind flew up and blinded the squad with it's searchlight.
Yeah, couldn't make Allen's revival not make Ramirez look like some pussy who cried at everything. Plus, World at War had a magic injection that could revive people so I figured with the advances in technology by Modern Warfare 2 stuff like this would be possible.
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