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The next day they break into the base with ease. Rudy knew everything about it and he got them in with only one Shadow guard dead. Soap had woken when Ghost had gotten him at nightfall. Ghost checked about a dozen times if Soap was alright to continue, to which Soap said yes. They now where trudging through the cells of the base. “Why do you have so many?” Soap asked Rudy quietly. Rudy shrugged. “We found it and repurposed it. Never found a building plan. I wouldn't be surprised if a cartel used to own it at some point.” Rudy says to which Ghost shuddered at the word cartel.
They found the door that Alejandro was supposed to be in. “Ghost, you're up.” Rudy says, moving away from the door. Ghost was the designated locksmith since he could lock pick things. Ghost nodded, getting to the door and picking the lock. As soon as the door opened, Soap went in, gun raised just in case. Soap was grabbed and thrown against the wall. Soap cried out, gun falling and Rudy shone the flashlight in. “Alejandro! Alejandro it's us! Let Soap go.” Alejandro squinted before letting Soap go. Ghost rushed to Soap who leaned over, panting. “Sorry Hermano.” Alejandro says as Rudy rushed to him, hugging him. “‘S fine.” Soap panted. Ghost checked him over, making sure they were alright. Once they were settled, they moved onto finding the others. They found them all and got them geared up. Alejandro and Rudy checked on their men and Soap watched.
A few had bruises and cuts from fighting back, but none were hurt too bad or missing. Alejandro and Rudy looked relieved, patting people on the back or hugging others. Ghost nudged Soap. “Price should be coming to get us soon.” Ghost says as Soap looked up at him. Soap nodded, looking at the others. There was a lot of Spanish being said and Soap didn't understand it, but they looked like a family. After the reunion, the whole group charged the building, taking it back.
Shadows resisted, fighting against them and obeying Graves orders, but they all fell. Soap panted as he slit a man's throat. He saw blonde hair and he dropped the body, running after Graves. How dare the bloody American flee? Soap threw a knife, and it embedded itself in Graves shoulder. The man yelped, drawing a pistol and firing. Soap ducked and when he ran out of bullets, Soap pulled his own rifle. Graves continued running.
Ghost came out of nowhere; his back being slammed into the wall as he snarled and glowered at the man he was fighting off. Graves paused and grabbed the Shadows gun, pointing at Ghost. Soap froze, rifle aimed. He couldn't get a clear shot without risking shooting Ghost. He couldn't. He physically could not pull that trigger. His body wouldn't move. Graves sneered, knowing why and he fired the gun. Ghost bellowed in pain, leg giving and the shadow slammed Ghost's head into the wall. “GHOST!” Soap screamed as Graves ran away. Soap gave less of a shit about the American now.
“Rudy! Alejandro. Graves fucking shot Ghost and fled. He's heading north bound. Get him!” Soap screamed into the mic and radio, panicked as he ran towards Ghost, slamming the butt of his gun into the Shadows head. The man stumbled, shaking his head. Soap flipped the gun over and point blank shot the shadow. He kicked him off Ghost.
“Ghost. Ghost, God, please be alright.” Soap said, kneeling by Ghosts lifeless form. Soap’s heart was racing as he grabbed Ghosts head. Ghost groaned weakly. Soap sobbed as he relaxed. He was alive. “The fucker shot me.” Ghost groaned, his gloved hand bloody as he lifted it from his thigh. Soap looked down and breathed in relief. Graves had missed his stomach and had hit Ghosts thigh. Ghost would live and walk after he healed. Soap brought Ghosts head up, pressing their foreheads together. “I thought you died.” Soap breathed. “Ow. Headache.” Ghost said, but he held Soap. Soap laughed in terror, holding him. Rudy and Alejandro came running up with the rest of the team.
“Is he…?” Rudy started but Soap shook his head, with a weak laugh. “No. No. He's alright. In pain, but alive. What happened?” Soap asked. A few where covered in blood, others wounded and limping. “Graves and his Shadows got away. They are regrouping at another compound, but we've weakened their forces. Price is going to stay here with us until we come up with another plan.” Soap helped Ghost stand, how hissed when weight was put on his leg. Together they limped away from the bloodshed and towards a place to rest. They were given a dorm room by Rudy, who helped patch up Ghosts leg. Ghost only had a minor concussion, so as long as he rested, he was fine. Price and Gaz rushed in shortly after, relieved to find their teammates were alright. Soap gave them an update as Ghost slept. Price told him of the plan for the next week. Hunt down Graves and put him in a grave. Soap liked that idea. After a while and making sure that they were ok, Price and Gaz left him to rest too, much to Soap’s reprieve. He was exhausted and sore. Ghost nuzzled into him and Soap curled against the man's chest and relaxing.