Resident Evil Modern Warfare II: Operation Deadbolt
Chapter 5
Later that evening Selma was doing her usual reps with her trainer Walsh.
"And one more rep...nice work ma'am. Weights down. So Langley wouldn't send over his profile? Is that unheard of?"
"It's uncommon. But I don't need his damn psych eval to know something's off"
"You don't trust him?" asked Walsh.
"Why would I? I've never heard of him. Hell, he doesn't exist as far as I can tell. No family. No service record. Russian government doesn't even know his name. And I swear my source got nervous when I asked." said Greene grabbing the weights to do another set.
"Whenever you're ready" said Walsh.
"But Laswell sends him in, says he's our expert authority on the situation"
"Nice and slow. Good" said Walsh.
"Expert my ass. This situation is unprecedented. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let that matryoshka of a man fuck it up more than it already is." said Greene finishing her reps.
"That's it...one more...Good. Weights down. He was in the gym the other night, you know. He's in shape. Like really good shape. How old is he?" asked Walsh.
"Apparently even that's above my paygrade" said Greene.
Both ladies then see Jill passing by, towel around her neck and water bottle in hand as she was finishing cardio.
"Speaking of Ghosts." said Greene.
"Who? Jill? Her file one big Classified stamp too?" asked Walsh.
"Yeah. Laswell said she was Delta Force. Bomb disposal and lockpicking. Mental eval has her cool, calm and collective under pressure. Wanna talk about Ravenov being in shape? Girl was born in '74."
"How is that even possible?" asked Walsh.
"Again, even that is above my paygrade. Sergeant MacTavish keeps putting in the good word about her. Said they worked together prior in Al Mazrah. Apparently she's been fighting the kind of monsters for nearly 30 years. Compared to Ravenov, both have just about the same amount of field experience. As much as I hate working with people I know little about, they're our aces in the hole for this operation."
"Do you trust Jill?" asked Walsh.
"We'll see."
"Alright. That's everything we had lined up for today." said Walsh.
"Do I look like I'm done?" asked Greene.
"You ma'am? Not that I've ever seen."
"You damn right. We go again. And this time bump the weight."
Soap was at the shooting range for target practice, lasered focused on the target in front of him going for headshots with a sidearm. He empties a mag and reloads for another round of shots.
Jill arrived after taking a shower to clean up and puts on ear muffs to talk to Soap.
However Johnny then felt a sharp pain in his head. Crippling pain as she then begins to get flashes of memories in London. After his resurrection, Soap has lost some memories on that day trying to put the pieces back together.
"Johnny?"
Jill goes over to help Soap but the Scottsman quickly reacted with aiming his gun at Jill out of some sort of reflex. He realizes it's just her as he hyperventilates and calms down.
"You okay?" she asked.
Soap takes off his ear muffs and puts the handgun down.
"I'm fine Jill. Nae need to worry." he assured her.
"Johnny." she insisted.
"Ever been dead and don't remember how it happened?" he asked her.
"I definitely remember being dead. But I remember everything about it. It's what came after that haunts me."
"What do you mean?" Soap asked.
"I died to save Chris from a longtime foe named Albert Wesker. However we both survived and Wesker had me under some sort of comatose state. preserved in a test tube for him to use me for mind control and as a Guinea Pig for a bioweapon. Back in 1998 during Racoon City I was infected with the T-Virus only to be given a vaccine not long after. However all that time a mutant strain was laid dormant in my body. Combined that with being literally put on ice, the strain of the T-Virus stopped my body from aging. Hense how I look so good for 50. That and good anti bodies. However Wesker only say that as an opportunity for more testing as he pumped my body with more of the T-Virus and the Progenitor Virus making me his personal muscle on par to a super soldier for three years until Chris found me, saved me and killed Wesker. from then to Alcatraz in 2015 was nothing but lab testing, rehab and recovery." Jill explained.
"Steamin bloody Jesus. When did all that happen. How did it all happen?" asked Soap.
"In 2006 the BSAA received intel as to the whereabouts of Umbrella's founder, Oswall E. Spencer. Chris and I were ordered by BSAA's European headquarters to apprehend him. We accepted that mission in the hopes of uncovering some info that would lead us to Wesker. Spencer had another mansion that did indeed lead us to his wherabouts, but by the time we got to him, he was killed by Wesker. Wesker was superhumanly enhanced with a virus and Chris and I were outmached in every sense of the word. Wesker was about to deal the finishing blow onto Chris, so like any good partner, I tackled Wesker through the window out to where I thought would lead to falling to our deaths. For three years after that Wesker had me aware and conscious of everything he made me do. All I wanted to do was kill Chris. But he never gave up even after I was declared dead." Jill explained.
"Hell's fuckin bells." said Soap.
Jill hands Soap a bottle of water from the fridge next to them.
"What do you remember Johnny?"
"I keep having these dreams. The tunnel in London. Price and I were disarming a bomb planted by Makarov and Konni. Until the bastard shot us both. After that it get's fuzzy." Soap explained.
"Did you ever had any way you wanted to go out?" asked Jill.
"My ashes scattered across the Highlands of Scotland. Alba Gu Brath." said Soap.
"Sounds beautiful." said Jill.
"I never knew the meaning of fear. I only know how to act when the situation goes dire."
"Ready to die in the line of duty?" asked Jill.
"Something like that" said Soap.
"Chris gave me a similar speech. Not letting things getting you so numb it goes right to your soul."
"Aye. I bet."
"How about a drink?" asked Jill.
"I got some scotch in my quarters." said Soap.
"Good. Barrera says sloppy joes are on the mess hall tomorrow. How about we grab some lunch then?" asked Jill.
"Sure."