Something in the Orange | ghost x soap ✓

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"Tonight," Alejandro said, "Las Almas can sleep."

He led Valeria to the black SUV. Rodolfo opened the back door for her to load up. He had a grim look on his face. He was not excited for this car ride with the two of them. Soap and Ghost followed loosely behind Alejandro and Valeria. They were all on the tarmac. The Brits were going to catch a ride to Chicago to take out Hassan once and for all.

Valeria chuckled, "I'll be free in twenty-four hours. Can't say the same about you, Vaqueros."

Soap shook his head, his expressions grim, "You're going down for what you did."

"It doesn't matter what I did," Valeria smirked, "It matters what you can prove."

Alejandro and Soap shared an unnerving look. They wondered how much of this could really track back to Valeria and if she had used pseuds other than Sin Nombre to get by. Rodolfo shut the door on Valeria and turned to Soap.

"Go, you have work to do," Alejandro said, extending his hand for Soap. The shorter man took his hand and gave him a shoulder bump.

"Keep fighting the good fight, hermano," Soap responded.

Alejandro nodded, "To the bitter end, my brother."

Soap turned to Rodolfo who extended his hand to him as well. He nodded at him then looked over his shoulder at Ghost, "Good luck, amigos."

Soap turned on his heel, hearing the Razor engine starting to warm up. He knew it was take off time. He patted Ghost on his shoulder, signaling to the older man that it was time to go. Soap did not want to stay and exchange anymore goodbyes; he hated goodbyes. He hated how sad Alejandro and Rodolfo looked that they were leaving. He wanted to stay with them. He did not want to leave.

"Ghost," Alejandro said. Ghost turned back to him, "no te pierdas hermano." (Don't get lost, brother)

The masked man raised his fist, "¡Desde luego!" (Of course!)

Ghost and Soap quickly loaded up onto the Razor and took a seat next to Kyle and Price who were finishing up a meeting with Laswell. The pair knew that Price would bring them up to speed with what was going to transpire. They just had to be patient. Price soon closed the laptop and turned the pair who sat across from him. He nodded at Gaz to start, who handed them both tablets to follow along.

"Okay, El Sin Nombre told us the third missile was smuggled into the United States through the Port of Chicago," Gaz started.

"Hassan and his AQ soldiers are with it," Soap commented.

"We don't know exactly where the missile is or where it's headed," Ghost continued.

"We do know that Hassan was taken to a building in downtown Chicago owned by a shell company of the Las Almas cartel," Price commented.

Gaz continued, "Police are on the ground cordoning off streets around the building. They're on the lookout for a stolen container full of weapons. They do not know we are dealing with a missile."

"We believe Hassan is holed up in fortified server room on the 54th floor of this building," Price explained, "Laswell will be on the ground working to locate the missile."

"I will infil with the Marines on the Chicago River and move in on the ground level," Gaz continued, "I'll be Bravo team."

"I'm overwatch," Ghost commented, rolling his eyes, "What a surprise." Price shot him a look.

Price chuckled, "We will touch down two delos on the roof of the target building. One with Marines and the other with Soap and me. We will be Alpha team."