My personal ghost - Simon 'Ghost' Riley

. 3

Alejandro climbed into the truck shotgun, i got into the back with Ghost and Soap. Being the smaller one of the two, i got stuck in the middle. It was cramped, not exactly made for three in the back, especially with the size of Ghost.

Alejandro talked to the man in the drivers seat in Spanish, i couldn't translate it well.

"You know Spanish?" Alejandro asked.

"No" Soap replied.

"You will." Our truck took off.

We drove into the city, passing by many colorful painted buildings. There were cars zooming by with others parked on the street curb. Every so often you could see a group of a couple people on the side walks. It looked like a nice city.

I felt eyes on me and looked in-front, i could see Ghost staring at me in the drivers mirror. I heard Soap and Alejandro talking to each-other as i pondered why Ghost was staring at me. I gave him a confused look and stared back.

"Where are the police?" Ghost asked, suddenly breaking our eye contact and joining the conversation with Soap and Alejandro, which i neglected to follow along with. When Ghost is staring at you, it's hard to pay attention to anything but that.

The three talked more as we passed by an balloon stand with children around it, and a masked man with a gun.

"Kids, guns, and balloons. That's a new one." Soap said.

Me and him exchanged looks. Maybe this city was different than i thought.

"Narcos use generosity to win over the people." Alejandro said.

"Even the children?" Soap asked.

"Especially the children." The driver replied, i think his name was Rodolfo.

This city was incredibly overrun.

The car came to a stop next to a bloodied sheet, covering bodies. Alejandro explained it was a message from El Sin Nombre. Apparently they ran everything around here.

"Who's Sin Nombre?" Ghost asked.

"El Sin Nombre. The nameless." Alejandro explained. "The leader of the Las Alma's Cartel."

"Where can we find him?" Soap asked.

"You can't. No one knows who he is. But he is everywhere."

We passed by a mural with Sin Nombre painted on it. Perfect timing. Seemed like the city worshiped this guy.

"With your mask, you will fit in well here, Ghost" Rodolfo spoke.

I gave a small smirk as i saw Ghosts head turn in the rearview mirror, he looked at Rodolfo before his gaze quickly found mine. We held eyes for a minute. I broke the contact as Alejandro began talking.

"Cartel is hiding Hassan in the village across the river, let's hope he's still there."

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We went straight into invading the village. We got out of the trucks and got ready to head in. Ghost pushed in the gate as i stuck near Soap. We headed in.

There were a lot of them. I stood back and took them out by a distance while Alejandro and Soap pushed in.

We made it to a house next to the building where Hassan was said to be. Soap and Alejandro stood by the door, leaving me next to Ghost. He crouched with his scope pointed out a window.

"You really think he's in there?" I whispered.

Ghost took us gaze off his gun and looked at me. Still the same eyes as before, cold and unreadable.

"Whether or not he is, we have to act like we know for sure." Ghost's voice was monotone. "Now get focused on the mission."

At least he wasn't threatening to throw me off the task force.

"We have concealment." Ghost said.

All of us then headed into the building where Hassan was said to be.

It was a bust. Hassan wasn't there. Alejandro's intel was right, Hassan was there at some point but not anymore.

Army trucks started rolling in.

"We got reinforcements?" I asked.

"Negative." Alejandro said. "These troops are paid by the cartel."

The troops came in and started shooting, we took shelter in the small room we were in. Bullets started flying through the windows, there were so many it was hard to keep cover.

"Watch out!" Ghost grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. I watched as a bullet narrowly missed my shoulder.

"Holy shit." I was surprised i got that close to getting hit.

"I cant protect you the whole time y/n." Ghost lectured.

"Never asked you too." I ducked into the opposite corner of the room to get a better look at what was going on.

There were too many, dozens of men kept coming out of trucks as more rolled up behind them. We had to fall back out one of the windows, we were running through a forest just to escape the army. I stuck close with Alejandro and Soap while Ghost seems to stick on his own, taking more ballsy move than most. Maybe he's a little full of himself.

We got visual on the extraction site and had to make way through a cliff. It was barely a foot long walkway, which had hundreds of feet of pure drop below us.  I knew i'd be fine but looking down had me scared. I turned to Ghost,

"If i slip, will you catch me?"

"Maybe if you take out that sniper." 

I made it across and got down to set in scope on the snipers across from us. I took them out easy.

"Snipers down." I said, looking over my shoulder at Ghost.

He didn't say anything and kept walking. I was hoping for at-least a grunt out of him but i didn't let it get to my head. I thinks he's naturally quite rude. Or he just doesn't like me.

We passed through the river, but not before jumping into it. Off the cliff. I've jumped out of planes before but this was something else. My clothes were wet, my face and hair were soaked. All while struggling to swim and dodging bullets. It was madness.

"Ghost! To your left!" I yelled to Ghost as a man came running up with a pistol aimed at him. I saw Ghost take him out and then four more. He was damn good at this.

"Keep going up the river, i'll handle the ones behind you." Ghost told me, not bothering to look at me.

I listened and kept going up the river.

We made it to the extraction as we got into contact with Graves. We loaded into a truck that was waiting for us near the river. Alejandro drove while Soap took Shotgun, leaving me with Ghost in the back. I fumbled to get my gun next to my knee for easy grabbing as i tried to get my wet hair out of my face. I usually kept my hair in a tight bun or braid, i opted for a braid today since i didn't have much time to prepare. Instead of a braid it was now a wet bundle of hair, with fly aways sticking to my face.

"You look like a mess" Ghost said.

"Yeah." I glared. "Thanks."