„Get down!" Rora screamed, aiming her rifle above Ghost's shoulder, taking out a man who was running at them, ready to shoot them.
A bullet went past her head, only missing by a few inches, forcing her to back down to cover. She pressed her back against the cold blue container they found, a storm of bullets raining down on them. Ghost was quick to terminate some soldiers behind enemy lines, but the backfire seemed to be too strong for their small team.
„Fucking rats are everywhere!" the woman called out, yelling over the chaos around her, taking out another man with her deadly aim. The rain falling over their heads made it more difficult by the minute to see clearly, her patience running low.
„Just hold on!" he yelled back, popping out the now empty magazine from his gun, reloading at the speed of light.
„I still have grenades!" an idea came into her mind, earning a pointed look from him.
„No explosives!"
„But-"
Cutting her off with a cold look, he reached for the radio on his vest, directing his words now to the rest of the team.
„All stations! Visual on the missile controls! I say again, missiles controls are on the bridge!" he barely got time to finish his sentence, he was already reaching for his gun, hitting two other men that just descended the stairwell on the other end of the cargo. „Eighteen."
Her rifle run out, and a man was making his way more quickly through the loose cargo shipments than it would be ideal, so she reached for the pistol holstered on her thigh, shooting him twice, once in the head, once in the chest.
„Sixteen!" she exclaimed, flashing a grin at him. „I'll beat your ass, Lt.!"
„Keep trying, Sergeant!"
„Copy that!" came Graves' voice through the comms, interrupting their banter. „Ghost, this is 0-1! Back in the water. Inbound to your position!"
„Solid copy!" Ghost replied, only stopping for a heartbeat to watch Rora shoot at the men trying to reach them. A permanent angry scowl was sharpening her features, her cold eyes turning stormy like the sky above their heads, gaze like steel flashing to any movement, trying her best to get them into a better position. „We're taking effective fire! The LZ will be hot!"
„Roger that!"
The two of them emerged from cover at the same time, aiming their guns at the men slipping through the numerous loose containers, which failed to stay strapped down because of the storm and harsh waves, seemingly all hell breaking loose.
„Just one grenade!" Rora tried again, sending a desperate look to the man beside her. For a moment, he didn't reply, sparking hope in her chest as a smile already made its presence on her lips, ready to cause more chaos.
She thrived in chaos, especially in the one she caused.
„Stand down, Wells," came his answer a moment later, shattering her hope in an instant. A pout took the place of her smile, taking her sudden anger out on the poor soldier that was closer to her, releasing several bullets into him.
She had to bite her tongue to not fight back, knowing damn well that he had an iron grip on her. He knew that she will cause more unnecessary chaos, and it was already starting to get out of hand. Plus, he would rather not have the whole cargo ship sink because of her urge to blow things up.
Soon enough, a loud crash shook her world, her head snapping towards the noise, only to watch a dingy slam into the ship, sliding across the floor and landing only a few feet next to them. From it, Graves and Soap jumped off, already shooting at the enemy lines, covering them.
„That was fucking sick," she breathed, her smile widening as her eyes met with Soap's.
Ghost only got behind the cover to acknowledge them with a brief look, already getting back into the mission mindset he liked to maintain. Rora started to distract him more and more, and he didn't like that, so it was sometimes easier to just ignore her.
„Alejandro, maintain overwatch from the rig! We're forcing up!" Ghost called, motioning for the others to push forward in case they didn't hear him.
„Copy that," came the solid answer from Alejandro, while Rora checked one more time that she was ready to cut through the soldiers.
Ghost watched her, waiting for a sign that she was ready. Giving him an affirmative nod, the two of them stood from their cover at the same time, Rora sliding across the small, blue container that served as their cover before, the boys returning fire in an instant as she landed on her feet, her legs pushing her forward with such force that she almost stumbled over her own feet.
Sticking to the side, trying to cut behind the enemy lines, she dodged a container that came flying towards her, sliding across the wet floor on her knees, pulling her combat knife out of her pocket. She saw the leg of a soldier, him firing upon Graves, not even noticing her being as his cold eyes narrowed, trying to hit the Shadow Commander through the rain and metal boxes.
Not even hesitating, she slid forward, slicing the back of his knees, a loud, pained cry escaping his lips as he dropped to the floor, blood mixing with the water. Using her momentum, she jumped to her feet, slamming her knife into his neck, killing the man in a swift motion.
The next moment, a shot went past her head, causing her to pull her neck down, flipping the combat knife in her hand, ready to throw it at the man that dared to shoot at her.
A body dropping behind her caught her attention, watching as it disappeared behind a booth that looked like a security lookout, her head whipping around just to catch the gaze of the man that somehow managed to reach a small part of her heart, despite all of her efforts in protecting it.
There stood Ghost, rifle rock solid in his hand, aiming at the body that just dropped behind her. A thunder sliced the dark sky behind him, giving his body a menacing energy as he stood only a few feet away from her. The cape-like material hanging on his shoulders flew with the wind, and only now she managed to look at his body in a different light.
He had amazing body proportions, she had to give him that, and a deadly aim.
But she was still a little pissed because he didn't give a warning, and stole a kill from her.
„That was my kill!" she yelled over all the gunfire and storm, earning a little headshake from him.
„Push forward!" he ordered, already moving on, Rora following behind him with a determined look on her face. There was no way she would lose to him again.
Somewhere midway they got separated, the only man in her sight being Soap, cutting his way through some obstacles. She was several feet behind, but she kept a close eye on him, not wanting to separate from the group entirely because she was sure Ghost would probably choke her without a second thought.
She noticed another soldier jump out from cover, but she was busy dodging another container and being too far away, she reached for her radio.
„Soap, enemy at your nine!" she called franticly, huffing out a breath as her eyes jumped from the man to her partner.
Without hesitation, Soap turned in the direction she gave, aiming his rifle and pulling the trigger, releasing a series of bullets into the man. The cargo ship was being thrown by the harsh waves, making it harder for him to hit the target, but without struggle, he still managed.
