Chapter Text
Location: Route Street (Winnipeg, Canada)
Base: 013-df
Operation: F7
Objective: detain/kill Saruh “West Watcher”
Time: 20:34
A drug trafficker and terrorist originally from Iraq currently lives in Canada.
Conductsbusiness in different cities of
Canada,UK and USA. Accused of killing:
45 citizens and 3 police officers, more than
209 people died for all his terrorist acts.
"Are you ready for the hunt, kids?"
"Damn it, mate, can you just shut up for a minute?"
Gaz snorted displeasedly into the common set.
"Guys, be quiet. There are bad guys walking around here"
Price's voice was heard clearly.
"Ghost, are you there?"
There was a chuckle in Laswell's voice.
"Positive"
"Bonnie, can you see me?"
Soap's voice sounded playful.
"Clearly. You're wearing your lucky pants today."
"Gentlemen, flirting after the mission"
Laswell involuntarily smirked.
"I see an target, waiting for a command"
Gaz held his L96A1, trying to keep a clear position.
Soap stood deftly near the east side of the warehouse. It was there that a certain crowd gathered.
"Ghost" Price instinctively waited for the answer from the his sniper.
"At gunpoint"
Ghost was located close to the central point. The old and greasy roof was not a very reliable cover, but for a person able to enter the house without making any noise it was a goldmine.
The trusty MCPR-300 rifle has always been the Ghost's unique companion, the ideal soldier, a master of the secret trade, specializing in sabotage, ambushes and infiltration into hard-to-reach areas and dangerous places. This was Simon Riley, whom John MacTavish fell in love with.
"Target took hostages"
Slight panic was heard in Gaz's voice.
"Accepted. Bravo 0-7 report the situation"
Price slowly touched Soap's shoulder, after which he made a slight hand gesture, “we need to move out.” The Scot stood up abruptly and followed the captain.
"Two civilians, one minor"
Ghost's voice, with its strong poppy accent, sounded calm but terribly cold.
Price nodding to Soap, was able to quickly move towards one of the armed men.
The man with the mohawk was able to turn off the two guys, while Price tried to stealthily sneak up to the car. There were tied up civilians sitting there and West Watcher was near them.
"Ghost. Can you hit Saruh directly? Soap and I can't get him out, he installed an explosive sensor"
"Received"
Aiming at the man, Ghost exhaled slowly. Having pulled the trigger, Ghost hit him right in the head, and the people sitting in the car immediately began screaming. Price, Soap and Gaz helped people get out of the car, the Scot managed to disable the system bomb.
"Done and Dusted"
The smell of freshly smoked captain cigars, tea, sweat and some other crap that could be heard in the air sometimes angered Gaz, who was sitting at the table.
At the base, everything happened routinely, Price again read some documents on the next mission, sometimes an adult man read a classic magazine, which was often found next to the old in the corner, no one knew where this garbage came from here or who even bought it.
Sometimes the whole detachment saw Price quietly leafing through a magazine of “handsome men” this was a classic of the genre, the soldiers pretended not to notice this, while Soap quietly chuckled somewhere in the silence. By the way, Soap was the only one who more often sat on their old sofa in the common room and tried to dull his eyes with something interesting from the TV box.
Ghost usually sat next to the captain, from there the view was better. Simon watched his husband from afar. On Johnny, his beloved Johnny. They got married a year ago, but the lieutenant was not yet in the habit of calling Soap his husband. Both men wore silver wedding rings on their badges and when they became "civilians" they wore them in the most traditional manner, on their left hand and ring finger.
The choice fell on the next BBC broadcast, the life of harbor seals. Fluffy, chubby and always wet babies, glide happily over the stones and cold sand. MacTavish watched the scene thoughtfully until Kyle started making jokes.
“Dinnae, maybe the next one would be better?”
"Why? This guys look like you"
Garrick began to smile cheerfully, looking blankly at his friend.
"Shut yer pus, dobber"
Towards evening, when the terrible march weather was standing outside, Soap was hanging around his husband’s office, the man broke into his husband abode without any problems, sometimes forgetting to knock on the door for the sake of aesthetics.
“Sweetie, where are my the tight hugs and passionate kisses?”
Soap easily maneuvered from Ghost's desk, where the tall man was sitting. He was wearing a light mask, but there was no black shadow.
"Johnny, documents"
The blue-eyed man guiltily pushed away the papers on the table; it was clear that his LT did not want to crumple them. Soap shamelessly placed his hand on his husband's thigh, slowly massaging the swollen area between his legs.
"Johnny"
There was quiet passion and greed in the dark eyes. Simon went crazy when the sergeant was around.
"C'here Simon, come to me, doll face"
Strong arms wrapped around the e nglishman's neck.
Wet and sweet kiss. Soap greedily grabbed his husband's beautiful lips, sweetly playing with his tongue. Simon carefully moved his laptop and some important documents away, and then began to gently kiss the man's neck.
"Did you lock the door?"
Simon's voice, hoarse with excitement, stroked Scot's ears.
"Aye, I took care of that"