DECEPTION. ("Soap" MacTavish x Reader.)

chapter nine.

"This way." Jarvis and Y/n had split up from the others so they could get to the Cartel faster and safer. Y/n trailed behind a few feet from her guide, looking around at the buildings with interest. Even though things were run down, the little town still had its perks, like how some houses had fairy lights out on the porch or some others had flags softly moving with the wind. Crickets chirped as the two walked, Y/n's heart pounding harder every two minutes passing.

Deciding a talk would be best, Y/n started, "So you have a wife and kids, right?"

Jarvis was still prickled by Soap's banter earlier, but he knew not to take it out on the girl. He assumed she was nervous. "Yes ma'am. I've been happily married for... eh... twelve years? We have two beautiful, beautiful children, Selena and Thiago. Selena will love you, I can already tell." He grinned over at her as he spoke so lovingly about his children, looking forward. Y/n began to wonder how Jarvis was so comfortable with having his family at constant risk, but she figured whatever he did was best since everyone was still alive.

"Well, I can't wait to meet them."

Y/n noticed a big building, getting closer, so she assumed it was one of the Cartel's bases. She was familiar with this fear in her chest but was also experienced enough to cover up her emotions. "Think they can smell the worry on me?"

"They will. Let me introduce you. You talk when spoken to and don't mumble." Jarvis didn't even seem phased. It was a nerve-wracking process when the two approached three men in front of a gate. Jarvis spoke in Spanish to the guards, in a fast manner Y/n couldn't process and translate in her brain, his tone aggressive as he motioned over to Veil and spoke his own full name in between his words. One of the masked men kept his eyes on Jarvis and spoke into his walkie-talkie, three seconds passed before a voice was met through the tiny device.

"Follow me," Jarvis spoke over his shoulder, Y/n obeying as the men opened the gate and allowed them to enter. As they walked Y/n felt the guards eyes glued on her in a menacing glare, but she didn't even give them acknowledgment.

Stairs were taken, paths were followed, and halls were wandered before the two stood in front of a room. The door was carved with beautiful patterns, the gold trimming adding to the fancy look. "Alright, you ready?" Jarvis questioned under his breath. 

"Is it too late?" Y/n joked, but somewhere in her mind, she meant it. Jarvis just gave a single chuckle of amusement before knocking on the door. More Spanish was exchanged, this time Veil understood it was a request to enter. A man swung the door open to come face-to-face with Gonzalez, Y/n catching his attention after. The newly opened room smelt of weed and other questionable things.

"Who the hell are you?" The question was thick with an accent, the man giving a disapproving glance up and down Y/n.

"This is a good friend of mine. She wants to join." Jarvis answered.

The man behind the door glared at Jarvis slowly, his expression exaggerated to be offensive, "I wasn't asking you, dumbass. I was asking the bitch." He looked back to Y/n with disgust. "... Are you just going to stand there looking stupid or are you going to talk?!"

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Was this a good idea? Why should this question be going through Soap's head, of course it was. Price and Laswell were good with this stuff, Shepherd as well. Soap had arrived back on base after a time that felt longer on the way back, stretching his back and grabbing his gun that was settled between his knees the whole ride. 

"How'd it go?" Price questioned once MacTavish entered his office, Soaps thumbs locked behind his backpack straps.

"As good as it could've gone. Saw the safehouse and met Jarvis." He decided to leave out the banter that happened, knowing it would sound dramatic if it left his mouth. Price just nodded, Soap adding on, "Alejandro is a good man, it was nice to finally put a face to his name."

Price gave a side grin and, a chuckle rumbling in his throat, his eyes on the floor at the time. "So, the safehouse distance isn't too far, is it? I haven't been to the area myself yet."

"No, sir. I'll manage through it... The thing I'm worried about is someone noticing L/n's schedule, though. It all seems too perfectly planned out."

"Are you worried about a plan being perfect? If so then you lost me, Soap."

Soap blinked as he looked up to his right and dragged his eyes to the chair on the furthest wall, taking a breath through his mouth as he did so. "You know what, I'm just overthinking it. I'll let you know if I have any more concerns, sir." He wasn't invited to the office earlier, but he figured his worry should've been announced, but clearly, it wasn't that big of a deal. He walked out of the office, heading towards his own room. What if one night Y/n gets caught up and can't meet up with Soap with hours passing by and it's assumed she got caught? Something about this mission just didn't settle right with him, but this doubt has bubbled in him for previous jobs and was always proved wrong.

He walked into his room, setting aside his gun, and took off his backpack, hanging it up on a hook. His room had a few clothes scattered around, but otherwise, it was a fairly clean room. He hooked his finger on the collar of his shirt, yanking it over his head, and changed into a clean shirt, exchanging his pants for some sweatpants. He knew sleep would comfort him. He felt hypocritical because he always was ready to risk himself in high-risk situations, but throwing his teammate in over a drastic time was just bound to fail. 

Soap second-guessed sleeping. He would probably just toss and turn for a while, so he opened his door and headed towards the lounge room. If Ghost was there then he could bother him for a bit to free his mind.