So, here's where all the action starts...haha riiight...
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On a helipad, two men in grey jumpsuits waved an all clear to two Little Birds. Inside each were two pilots and four men, each man loaded with heavy gear and an assault rifle. MacTavish, Ghost, Roach and Blackbird sat in one, Archer in charge of the other housing Toad, Flicks and Jayhawk. Their radios were turned on, despite disapproval from the pilots, the airways filled with small talk-the exception being MacTavish and Ghost, the former simply listening, the latter staring blankly at the wall with his radio dangling around his neck. Roach was well aware of Ghost's hesitancy-he won't admit to eavesdropping-and kept casting worried glances at Ghost's direction. After a while, however, it grew to be too much for him. He turned off his radio, leaning over to Ghost.
"You OK Ghost?" he asked, watching as the Lieutenant fingered the trigger of his ACR tensely. Ghost nodded once, staring outside at the passing scenery. Roach looked to MacTavish, who shook his head.
'Later.' He mouthed, turning to the pilot. "How much longer 'til we reach the LZ?"
"Five minutes sir." The Pilot replied. Ghost tensed even more if it were possible, his grip on the ACR tightening. Roach placed a hand on his shoulder, making Ghost jump in surprise.
"Ghost, you're never this jumpy or tense. What's up?" Roach asked.
"Nothing." Ghost's voice was deeper, more dark and sinister. Roach removed his hand, picking up his ACR and fastening the silencer on.
The two Little Birds landed in a clearing, Ghost and Jayhawk the first ones off to scan the area.
"Clear." Ghost reported, Jayhawk copying him as they stood up. The others exited, MacTavish waving the helos off.
"We'll be back for when you radio in." the first pilot spoke through the radio.
"Got it." MacTavish nodded.
"Good luck Bravo team." With that, the two helos lifted into the air and disappeared over treetops.
"Alright, men. We're six klicks away from the target. Keep a low profile and watch for patrols. Twenty yard spread until we're a klick away, converge half a klick. Keep the radios silent unless you spot something." MacTavish ordered. "Good luck."
Ghost moved quickly, heading into the brush first. Roach stayed to the left, watching Ghost blend in and disappear. MacTavish was behind them, his eyes watching for both patrols and Ghost. The others headed in their directions, Toad and Archer disappearing far away from the others in opposite directions through the trees with their M21 EBRs strapped to their back.
Roach crouched low, his eyes scanning ahead as he moved forward. Every move of a leaf, any twig breaking made his senses go on high alert. He was never this tense, but with how Ghost had been acting lately, there was something he and the captain weren't telling him.
"Ghost here. Waiting for you half a klick from the target." Ghost's voice spoke through the radio.
"We're converging on you now Ghost. Keep tight." MacTavish ordered. Roach moved more quickly, spotting Ghost and Jayhawk crouched behind a boulder. Blackbird and Flicks appeared a few seconds later, each looking ahead to the compound sitting desolately nearby.
"That's the target? Shit, there's a no good hiding spots…and there's a crapload of patrols…" Blackbird frowned, leaning against a tree.
"Archer here. Toad and I are setting up a sniping nest on both sides of the compound. We'll keep you covered." Archer replied.
"Fine, take note of any patrols and entrances we can use." MacTavish replied as he came through a bush, reuniting with the others.
"Take the scenic route captain?" Roach joked. MacTavish punched him in the arm. Hard.
"Wait until I use that on you, ya bug." He grumbled, kneeling next to Ghost as Roach winced in pain. "Anything?"
"There's a large garage with a back door connected to the main building that's three stories. Looks like all activity is situated on the bottom and second floors, basement access. Looks like the top floor-" Ghost paused, pointing at a grand window with a balcony ."-that room, most likely, is the head's room. We'll stay away from there. The intel should be in a room most likely on the first floor. Weapons and other things should be in the small shed-look carefully, there's a hidden trap door with more. Stay away from the basement-…there's usually…prisoners…down there. Not the best thing to see." Ghost finished, a mini map drawn into the dirt in front of him.
"Impressive." Blackbird nodded. "How'd you know that?"
"…I-"
"That is the best way to head in." Toad said. "I can't see any other entrances that aren't as guarded as that one."
"Right, we'll go in two teams. Ghost, Roach and Blackbird go and find the intel we need to peg them to Makarov. Jayhawk, Flicks and I will head in and destroy the weapons with C4." MacTavish planned. "We'll keep radios on at all times. Let's go." MacTavish started to walk down, but Ghost's hand shot out and grabbed his shoulder.
"'Tavish, I-"
"Ghost, you'll be fine. Trust me." MacTavish said firmly. The others watched the exchange as Ghost's posture slouched in something few men ever saw-fear
"I ca-"
"Ghost, I got your back. I won't let anything happen." Roach spoke up, determination in his voice. Ghost turned to Roach, shaking his head.
"No, I can't. T-"
"Blackbird, switch teams. Head down there now and prep the C4." MacTavish ordered.
Ghost felt himself shaking as haunting memories resurfaced-he really should have stayed behind. Roach looked at MacTavish with a panicked look before turning back to Ghost.
"Ghost…look, if some-"
"Ghost. I'm not Vernon, Roach isn't Sparks. He's dead, isn't he? There's nothing to panic over." MacTavish said quietly.
"I-I know that…" Ghost's voice shook. "I-I-"
"Ghost, we'll be fine. The sooner we go in, the sooner we can get out of here and you can forget this ever happened." MacTavish offered. Ghost took a few deep breaths to calm himself down before he nodded.
"Alright…let's do this." Roach smiled before following the two older men down the hill. He knew he didn't have anything to worry about-MacTavish knew Ghost the most out of everybody, meaning he knew exactly how to keep his Lieutenant calm.
They reached the back door Ghost spoke of, his gloved hand squeezing the handle tightly and turning it, opening the door quietly and looking inside. He waved the other two in, Roach following MacTavish and ducking under a stack of crates. MacTavish peered over, noting that there weren't any vehicles there, spotting a door. He motioned to Roach, who had a far off look in his eyes under his goggles.
"Hey, Roach? I'd appreciate it if you didn't space out like that." MacTavish hissed.
"…sorry, sir." Roach muttered. MacTavish pointed at the door, and Roach nodded. He crouched as he approached it, listening with an ear to the door. A few voices disappeared down the hall, and Roach took a gloved hand to the doorknob, twisting slowly. He opened it a crack, making sure no one was there before he poked his head through. On the left was the end of a hallway, on the right was a hallway leading to three others. He went in, motioning for the others to come. Ghost moved impossibly silent, approaching the opposite wall and moving along it like a shadow. Roach noticed his moves seemed too…perfect, too rehearsed. MacTavish snapped him out of his thoughts again, pulling him through the door and closing it silently. Roach received a stern look, nodding once before following right behind Ghost. They reached the first hallway, thankfully empty and dark. Ghost moved first, heading to the next corner quickly as MacTavish moved across the hall. As Roach made to move, a door opened next to him. He quickly backpedaled, tensing as his hand moved to his knife. Luckily the man came out, leaving in the opposite direction. Roach grumbled, looking back down the hall before joining MacTavish. Ghost had already gone to the last hall, crouched on the other side of the entrance to the brightly lit hallway, faint voices drifting to them. As MacTavish and Roach stood on the opposite corner, Ghost held up four fingers-four tangos.
"…target's most likely down there, isn't it?" MacTavish muttered quietly.
"Sir, I'm one hundred percent positive it's down there." Ghost replied silently. MacTavish sighed, shaking his head as he pulled out his radio.
"Blackbird, you guys have the charges set?" MacTavish asked.
"Yes sir, and we're heading back to the rendezvous point now." Blackbird replied.
"Blow them now, we're going to need a distraction."
"Yes sir. Going loud in five…four…three…two…"
A loud explosion erupted outside, the voices in the hallways stopping.
"IR IR IR!" one man yelled angrily in Spanish. The voices started again, more urgently, as they ran the opposite direction-towards the main door leading into the yard.
"Archer, Toad, keep the others covered. We're going to get the intel now." MacTavish said as the three ran down the now empty hallway, checking in each room for the computer.
"On it sir."
"Sir, three tangos are heading back into the building you entered." Toad said quickly.
"Copy that. Ghost, I found the computer. I need you to load everything onto this flash drive." MacTavish tossed a small black rectangle to Ghost, who caught it as he entered to room MacTavish called from.
"I got you guys covered." Roach piped up, hiding in a room further down the hall. He waited until he heard the three tangos pass him before he gripped his knife, approaching the one lagging behind. With a swift motion he cupped his hand over the man's mouth, the knife digging deep into his back. The man gave a muffled scream before going limp. Roach dropped the body as he lifted his ACR. The other two were startled by the heavy thud, turning around to see Roach's face smiling in greeting.
"Hi there." He shot off two bursts, killing them before they could raise their guns.
"Ten seconds until the load is finished." Ghost said quickly. MacTavish smiled, noting how Ghost's demeanor changed back to normal.
"Archer, is our exit cleared?"
"Negative! Head out the front-we have the yard suppressed." Archer replied, the sniper rifle firing loudly though the mic.
"Got it." Ghost pulled the flash drive out, handing it back to the captain. "Let's get outta here."
"I'm with you on that." Roach said as they reunited. They ran through the empty halls, reaching the front exit.
"Blackbird, we're coming out." Ghost said.
"Alright, go ahead." Blackbird's reply was short as the gunfire echoed in the radio from outside. Roach went out first, immediately firing at a target that stuck his head out.
"Go!"
Ghost and MacTavish ran out, Ghost tapping Roach's shoulder, signaling them to run. They spotted the others firing from the garage, Flicks firing at the enemies trying to come in from the back. Roach joined him, firing a quick spray and taking out three men that just came in, adding to the pile of bodies lying in the doorway.
"Little Bird this is Bravo six! We're ready for our evac." MacTavish spoke into the radio as Ghost fired next to him, ducking as bullets retaliated. Few barely missed their mark as they whizzed past his ear, keeping low as Ghost stood up and fired at the targets still exposed.
"On it Bravo Six. Ten minutes until we get to exfil point A." The pilot replied.
"We got ten minutes to head back to the LZ! Let's clear this place out and go!" MacTavish yelled. The firefight was lessening as the 141 men took out the targets, the ten minutes slipping by quickly. The enemy casualties increased with each minute, Flicks and Roach's growing pile of bodies stopping most people from even getting through the door at this point.
"Bravo Six, two minutes from exfil point A. If you didn't haul ass here yet, I suggest you do now." The pilot spoke quickly.
"On it Little Bird." MacTavish replied. "Jayhawk, Blackbird, Flicks, you guys head out. Ghost and I will cover you. Roach, watch our backs.
"Got it." Roach replied, firing a quick burst before reloading swiftly. The other three moved their guns to their backs as they prepared to run.
"Go!" Ghost yelled, firing at anything he saw moving. The three ran out, heading into the tree line.
"Flicks is hit!" Jayhawk yelled. Ghost looked back to see Flicks falling, clutching his chest as he hit the ground. He didn't get back up, a pool of blood seeping out around him.
"Shit!" Roach dove behind crates as a grenade rolled into the doorway and exploded.
"Roach!" MacTavish whipped around to see Roach coughing.
"I'm good!" he called back.
"BLACKBIRD!" Toad screamed through the radio. Both captain and lieutenant spun to see Blackbird crumple to the ground, a bullet exiting his neck with a spray of blood.
"BOLLOCKS! JAYHAWK GET TO COVER NOW!" Ghost yelled, firing and killing three men before reloading. "Last clip!"
"Clear here!" Roach yelled, joining Ghost and firing quickly, taking a few targets down quickly before ducking down next to Ghost.
"Tavish, Roach, go. I'll cover you." Ghost said as he took a magazine from Roach's vest, who only gave a nod as the magazine was loaded into Ghost's gun.
"You sure?" Roach asked. Ghost nodded, priming a stun grenade.
"I made it. I'll cover you guys as you head this way." Jayhawk said, his gunfire joining in.
"Stun out!" Ghost yelled, throwing it hard. As it exploded, he heard a few grunts of pain and a few enemies came out of cover, dazed. He and Jayhawk shot them as MacTavish and Roach ran out, reaching the tree line and ducking behind the trees.
"Ghost let's go!" Roach yelled.
"You're clear, no one else is out there." Archer reported as one last shot fired out.
"Heading out." Ghost jogged out, slinging his ACR on his back.
"SHIT! THREE MORE TANGOS JUST CAME FROM THEMAINBUILDING!" Toad screamed. Ghost turned around to spot two armed men with Ak-47's, the other standing behind them with a furious look on his face as they came out of the building he just came from.
"Bollocks!" Ghost yelled, sprinting quickly as he heard gunfire erupt behind him. Ahead of him he spotted Roach and Jayhawk firing at the new enemies, some of the gunfire lessening behind him. One shot from a pistol made pain flare from Ghost's left knee, making him cry out in pain and stumble. He fell, clutching his knee as he hissed.
"GHOST!" Roach yelled in panic. "CAPTAIN, GHOST IS HIT!"
"Ghost? Are you alright?" MacTavish's voice spoke through the radio.
"Can't run-they got my knee." Ghost panted in pain, lifting one gloved hand to find blood already staining it.
"Don't move, they'll think you're dead. Toad, can you get the targets?" MacTavish asked.
"Negative! They're in my blind spot! Archer?"
"…bollocks. They just got into a blind spot. Sorry captain." Archer sighed.
"Fuck!" Roach cried out. MacTavish lifted his gun and crouched, taking aim. With a pull of the trigger, the two armed men fell down, bullet holes in their forehead. The other one ducked into a nearby building a few feet away from Ghost.
"Ghost, I'm coming to get you." Roach said, putting his ACR on his back.
"N-No. Roach, not yet." Ghost cautioned, groaning as he moved his knee. "Last-last one…"
"Captain, watch my back." Roach said as he came out, moving swiftly.
"N-no! Wait!" Ghost yelled. The last man came out, armed with a Desert Eagle. When he saw Roach, he lifted the gun and fired a single shot.
"ROACH!" MacTavish cried out as Roach fell to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain. Ghost tried to get up in vain-his knee was bleeding through one hole, which meant the bullet was still lodged inside.
"F-fuck…" Ghost groaned out.
"Five more tangos coming out!" Archer said, panic making him speak faster.
"Ghost, Roach! Do you still have your pistols?" Jayhawk asked.
"N-no…" Ghost mentally slapped himself. He didn't know where it ended up, or when he lost it. Roach didn't respond, his heavy breathing filling the radio.
"Well, well, looks like we have two little operatives." The man with the Desert Eagle stood over Ghost. "Hm…British…SAS…" he muttered, looking at Ghost's arm patch. Ghost could hear MacTavish and Jayhawk trying to form a plan in his radio, panicking when they saw two men approaching Roach.
"He has no flag!" one of them yelled.
"What? Of course he does." The first man left Ghost, who was now surrounded by two others. They spoke in Spanish over him, laughing cruelly.
'Not again…please not again…'Tavish, hurry up and do something…' Ghost thought quickly, trying to subtly find his hidden knife. It was gone. 'Shite…'
"Ah, there. He is American." The first man found the flag patch on Roach, who was groaning in pain as his stomach bled. The kicks to the stomach weren't making it feel any better either.
"Toad, Archer, if you can take any shot, do it." MacTavish ordered quietly.
"We're moving to see if we can't get a better view." Archer replied.
"Copy that. Jayhawk, fire on the three around Roach. I got the two on Ghost."
"Got it." Ghost found himself smiling as he listened to MacTavish and Jayhawk. They weren't going to leave them there.
"Fire!" MacTavish yelled. A barrage of bullets let loose from the tree line, killing a few of the men. The one with the Desert Eagle fired back, ordering those still standing to get to cover.
"We got you in our sig-They're taking Roach!" Ghost's head shot up as he saw two men dragging Roach by the shoulders into a nearby building.
"ROACH!" Ghost yelled out. Despite the pain in his knee, he got up and charged, tackling one of the men who had Roach down.
"Ghost! Wait!" Jayhawk yelled.
"Shit, I don't have a clear shot!" Toad swore colorfully. "Ghost, stand down!"
Ghost didn't hear him, punching the other man swiftly in the face and kicking him in the stomach, sending him to the ground. Ghost pinned him down before punching one last time. The one he had tackled stood up, a taser gun in his hand. He shot it, the nodes latching into Ghost's arm. Despite the electrical current Ghost swung a left hook, knocking the man down.
"He's some kind of demon!" the man cried out before taking the taser from the man on the ground and firing again. This time it stuck in Ghost's leg, yet he didn't feel it as he punched the man again, knocking him out.
"GHOST! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" MacTavish yelled, coming from the tree line.
"I'm fi-" A white hot pain flashed across the base of his neck, blinding him momentarily. A second hit in the same spot had Ghost collapsing in a heap to the ground. As his head hit the dirt and darkness took his vision, MacTavish's yells were the last thing he heard.
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