PRESENT:
Somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico, Mexico, 2022
The weather wasn't definitely having us in our favor, more like a storm instead of just heavy rain clattering against my gear, against my clothes and hair at the same time. And the wind's just making sure of the rain precisely making their way right into our faces.
Perfect, just what I needed, besides the thunder clouds right above the rig where we needed to be.
Because of the heavy storm, the ocean's wilder than ever. Not only the rain but cold ocean water splashed all around us because of the engines of the boat roaring towards our destination.
Couldn't the Las Almas cartel have chosen a better smuggling hub than right here in the middle of nowhere, fucking far away from shore in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico?
I guess not, as it has to be an abandoned oil rig after all, hoping Valeria told us the truth in the end.
"Eyes on the rig!" Soap communicated towards all of us through our comms, almost screaming because of the fact we're soaking wet and the storm isn't going to be over very soon enough.
"All right, that's our target! Shadow's one and two, push to your hook points! Let's invite ourselves in!" Graves immediately commanded towards all stations, some of them with Ghost on the other boat.
And in total, there are three, in which Shadow's one and two must make their way towards the oil rig first, me included.
"All stations, ship is visual!" Ghost commanded, hearing his voice like no other while he's on the boat left of me. Let's hope he's going to make it, but I know you can't easily kill a ghost.
"Copy, prep for assault. Stay on comms!" Graves commanded them, as we came closer to the rig. I am holding my rifle firmly, ready for whatever is coming towards me in the middle of nowhere.
"If Valeria told the truth, we board, clear, disarm that missile!" Graves looked towards us while almost screaming in our faces because of the boat splashing onto the heavy waves of the ocean; it's making me dizzy already!
"And if she's lying?!"
"Then we're fucked!" I shouted, because that's unfortunately the only truth I can give him at this point.
"Ha, God help her!"
"God help us all!" Soap shouted to all of us because of Graves' comment, looking towards me with a little reassuring smile even though I can't assure him of safety.
We're literally in the middle of nowhere, and by that means on our own.
We eventually made a heavy stop with our boat before the large oil rig, hooking ourselves up right away while the other boat, Shadow two, were hooking theirselves up on the other side of the rig.
The ride towards the top went as smooth as possible, eventually helping Soap climb on top of the rig when Graves' already the first in taking someone down, indicating that's one of the cartel members who's hiding here.
Our orders...to eliminate all threats.
"All shadows, the missile is on this platform. I want full containment," The Shadow commanded through his comms, meaning we're now on the hunt of finding that god damn thing, and it can't be stopped now; I can't be stopped.
I followed in pursuit after Graves and his Shadow Company with my rifle hot, ready to take out any guards whom I noticed on this abandoned rig. Some AQ-guards are still roaming around, the cartel as well and that made them meet a bullet from us soon enough!
Gunshots were fired as we made our way towards the main deck, sometimes hearing our squad communicating through my comms in order to let each other know of our positions.
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Simulacrum (Simon "Ghost" Riley)
Fantasy"A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities." "If we don't end war, war will end us." Miss Louisa Franklin was a former nurse and psychologist, loved to study the brain in order to understand ones decisions in life. But you read that...
