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It's rare for omegas to be in the military and even rarer to see them in the field. It was even forbidden for omegas to even be in the military in the 70s and it was changed the 80s. Usually Ghost would have to put up with betas or with overconfident alphas that thought they would be the next war hero. These ones were also the first ones to die usually. Ghost walked out of the plane to his next mission to capture Hassan. A little alarm on his watch told him he would have to take his surpressants soon. Every alpha and every omega that joined the military had to take them.
They taste like dog piss in his opinion.
„You're wheels-up in five.“ He heard Shepherd through his earpiece.
„Roger.“
„Marines are loading in now. You and the Sergeant are leading the way on this.“
„The Sergeant?“ Ghost asked as he saw the marines leaving the truck they came in. A cocky looking man walked up to him.
„Soap MacTavish.“
„Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, Lt.?“ The scottish asked and bumped him into his shoulder like they already knew each other. „Save ya a seat, sir...“ With that he joined his squad again, leaving Ghost speechless behind.
„Fucking hell...“He growled annoyed, already disliking this guy.
„Ghost, you copy?“
„Yes, sir.“
„Any issues?“ Too many to count already.
„Negative, sir. Out here.“
Ghost fished his supressants out of his pocket and popped one into his mouth as he followed the sergeant and the rest of the team into the vehicle.
The mission did not go according to plan. First Hassan was nowhere to be found and then they also found american missiles in his possesion.
But they had an idea where he could be: Las Almas.
Laswell told them that they would work together with the Los Vaqueros to find Hassan and bring down the cartel, which smuggled Hassan over the border of the united states.
They met with two men in the morning.
„Alejandro...“ Called Soap out, recognizing him from the picture during briefing. The alpha had broad shoulders and a certain pride as he walked towards them. „Sergeant MacTavish.“ He reached out to shake Soaps hand. „Call me Soap.“
„Lieutenant, Laswell says they call you Ghost.“ Alejandro turned towards Ghost, but before a single word could leave him he was interrupted by the smaller man beside him.
„Actually, I believe he prefers to be-“
„That'll do.“ Ghost barked that before Soap could say anything embarrassing. He will not be disrespected by this sergeant.
Alejandro nodded, something in his eyes was hard to decipher.
„Welcome to the „city of souls“.“
Ghost didn't really listen to Soap and Alejandros conversation.
„Shepherd's contractors are inbound to reinforce. They're bringing hardware, they'll need room.“ „My base is your base.“ The first good news that Ghost heard this morning.
„Good. Now, where's Hassan?“
„Cartel safe-house, ten clicks from here. Get in.“ He took them to a black van, where someone was already waiting for them. He signaled the other cars that they were leaving, before sitting down in the passengers seat.
The seemingly beta in the car had short, black hair and was seemingly nervous seeing the lieutenant and the sergeant.
„This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.“
„I'm afraid of Ghosts...“ He mumbles in spanish, before he started the car, earning a chuckle from his colonel.
„You know spanish?“ Alejandro asked the two in the backseat with a grin.
„No.“ Answered Soap a bit sheepish, making the Colonel pat his second in command on the shoulder.
„You will...“