Fangs (Gus x reader)
Chapter 1. Calvary is here.
[Master list]
Slight gore/ s#xual tension
-Your team is assigned to rescue a valuable contact, things take an ugly turn. The annoying tension between you and Ghost had accompanied you for a very long time, long enough to realize there's someone else paying close attention to you.
You dreamt of mangled skin and blood dripping from your mouth.
Even in the darkness of the room you could taste it. You knew it wasn't real but you could still feel it's texture, the smell and the pained screams of Hassan Zyani. You can feel the weight of Soap's stare as he allows you to go wild ripping the terrorist quite literally to shreds with your own hands and tee, your lieutenant and mentor, Ghost, overlooking at the scene with the visor of his MCPR-300 until he decides to break the silence with a dry "target neutralized."
He was meant to take the killing shot.
Ghost was meant to kill Hassan when the terrorist intended to throw a fatally wounded Johnny out the window, but it was you who after making it to the right floor grabbed Hassan throwing him to the side with force dislocating his shoulder in the process, and instead of using your handgun or your knife to give him the quick death you were trained to give, you took a much more personal approach with a crazed look in your eyes. You ended him by ripping his throat open with your teeth.
"Wake up, Hound. Come on."
His blood was everywhere, you were coated in it. Bathed in a pool of red with your turbulent mind darkened by a thin layer of feelings, confusion about what you did, utter rage because of what he had done and what he tried to do to Johnny, a war's baptism.
(Y/n) died on that building and something else took place. A wilder more primal part of that dead woman you used to be awakened within you.
"Hound."
That's how they started calling you since then. The hound, Price's loyal dog. All because you killed that bastard Hassan as if you were an animal sinking your fangs on your prey's neck.
Larger hands shake you awake by your shoulders, your eyes flutter open and you are quick to spot a giant skull mask glaring down at you.
"Mgh... My god, Simon... Can't you wake me with a kiss? Is this how you wake every lady you sleep with?"You joke referring to your quick nap in separate beds.
Your lieutenant gives you a nasty side-eye hiding his amusement while collecting your gear from the floor and throwing it your way. You catch it with a huff then you put it on as you look around the hotel room Laswell had rented for your unit to crash in while you waited for the backup to arrive so you could begin the mission. Ghost then growled "Not happening. Also don't spill your wishes out loud, Sargeant. I don't have t'remind ya that fraternizing with your lieutenant is strictly prohibited." Ghost hoarsely says looking at himself in the mirror from the vanity near the door. He's probably checking on the black paint around his eyes.
"But are we not allowed to get a boner out of thinking 'bout it, sir?"
"Touché." He clicks his tongue.
Ghost will never say it, but he fucking loves when you get this foxy out of nowhere, out of the lot of you, (aside from Johnny) you are the one who appreciates more his dark humour and he adores the way it perfectly fits yours.
You wheeze out a laugh and rush to meet him at the door of your shared room "Come on, LT. To deny our biological needs SHOULDN'T be a prohibition, don't ya think?"
Ghost snorts, you march down the hall, his bulky body eating up most of your field of view.
"Masturbation between teammates could be an amazing bonding exercise! Picture it!"
He gives you a glance "I can picture that alright..."
You smack his back grinning "No, no, but take this seriously. Imagine the captain-"
Ghost abruptly stops when you reach the stairs to the lower floor making you bump against his back, he turns around, slightly lowers himself to your level and carefully takes your hands with his to then lean in weirdly close.
"You just killed the magic with one word." That earned a laugh from you, he continued.
"Listen. Price, Gaz n' Soap are in the other room with the three other operators from SpecGru. Remember what I told ya?"
You sigh and put on your metallic facemask that resembled a dog's growling snout before listing: "Stay professional, keep a low profile and don't talk unless it's needed."
Ghost nods and you fix him a sassy smile under your mask "Since when did you decide to baby me?"
-"Since you ran yer fucking mouth and confirmed the rumours were true-"
-"That only happend once and I was drunk, come on..''
-"Once is all you need for people to keep bringin' up the bloody topic. Now they know for certain it was you and not me who killed Hassan and how you did it." Ghost spat poking your chest with an accusatory finger.
You looked up at him in challenge, he didn't waver but you notice his breaths turning a bit heavy once you got a step closer.
"I can play nice if you want me to." Ghost's response is silence and you speak lowly and careful this time.
"Simon, you know I can take the cold Sargeant role like I was made for it, right? Come on, don't fret, everything will be alright." You are whispering now because you are not dumb, you know the effect you have on Ghost. Your lieutenant has known you for long enough to know you are just toying with him and yet...
"...I know you can." His biological needs haven't been satiated in nearly a year and never by you. His star pupil and closest friend, someone he could trust yet never had intimated with, not in that level at least. As he said, it's strictly prohibited to fraternize.
You slowly nod taking pride on his dilated pupils and slowly move to take the hand he was using to point at your chest lifting it to your face so that he is now covering your mask over your mouth "You have me muzzled, LT. There's nothing I can do but obey. I'll behave like your favorite Sargeant, as always." He shivered but played it off by shoving your face away annoyed, you crackled maliciously.
"You are Insufferable."
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-"They had demonized her..."
-"Demonized her!? She ripped a guy's throat with her fucking mouth, Gustavo-"
-"It wasn't just any guy. Also that's rad as fuck, not gonna lie."
-"Reyes you are not helping!"
-"Good! Because I don't intend to help. Befriend the rabid bitch! The crazier the better right? Considering our line of work answer this: What's better? To have a crazy-dangerous ally or a crazy-dangerous foe?"
Nova pursed her lips as Reyes shot her a look that said "period."
Gus forces a tight-lipped smile "That about answers itself, hermano."
Ghost and you had walked to Price's room door where you were supposed to wait for him and the others but apparently the calvary had gotten in beforehand and decided to wait inside. You shared a look of surprise with the lieutenant, he lowly ordered you to wait outside to go in once the rest of the 141 arrived from the hotel's lobby where they were talking with Kate, but you played dumb and opened the door as casually as you could leaving an irritated Ghost following after you.
You two stand there in the now open door, the three operators sitting on the only bed looked up at you like three kids who just got caught doing something they shouldn't.
"Carry on. I love to eavesdrop." You humored.
The three of them looked your age, maybe a bit younger. A black woman with vitiligo, Nova, looked up at you filled with intimidation and weariness, to her left sat a man of pale skin and dark brown hair smiling widely with dark admiration and next to him there was a South American man with black, curly hair under a beret with a big moustache.
Once he saw your eyes lay upon him, the latin straightened his back. His golden eyes lit with recognition until his face contorted to a mix of his fellow partners' expressions. He looked awestruck, his golden orbes held a very noticeable admiration yet you didn't miss the nervous tremble on his hands before he hid them behind him in order to get up from his sitting position. You couldn't tell if he was excited or frightened.
Probably the latter judging by conversation you heard they were having plus your reputation...
"Sargeant Hound-...! My name's Gustavo Rodriguez, Costa Rican operator from SpecGru's private military company at your- at Captain Price's service." He explained, his body going rigid trying to show his respect.
"Gus, right? I saw your file on our way to Manhattan. What's a cop doing in the military?"
He could have very well turned into a tomato the moment he heard you had seen his file, Gus was quick to respond a little louder than before in order to muffle his partner's laughter at this whole interaction.
"I aimed to protect my country from cartel, mi sargento. But with no army where I live, once I turned of age i had to join la Fuerza Pública for five years until I was invited to join Costa Rica's Special Intervention Unit, which is uh... An Elite team tasked with matters of national security and reporting directly to the Minister of the Presidency."
You smiled amused and a little taken aback by his passionate spirit. "Until?"
You knew there was more to the story, after all he wasn't in Costa Rica. He was shoulder deep in the Terrorist shit your own task force was ordered to clean.
Fuck, SpecGru wasn't even supposed to be involved until Laswell magically appeared with the news that these three fools were contracted to help and support your team on this seemingly tedious mission.
-"Until two years ago when SpecGru was founded."
-"An opportunist, are you?"
-"Bueno, I like to say I'm ambitious. For the good of the people, of course... Not to impress your captain with a good CV."
You laughed at this, Gus smiled in delight instantly enamoured with the sound of your laughter.
Five years as a cop plus three in Costa Rica's SIU and two more years in SpecGru considering he entered the academy fast as hell equals twenty six years... How old was this sexy chunk of meat?
-"And how old are you?"
-"Just turned thirty, señorita."
-"Admirable. Happy birthday." You couldn't help but praise.
Your teasing nature quieted down at the presence of a promising lad working along your unit.
Gus smiled softly then, a sigh of relief scaping his plump lips. It felt good to be acknowledged by your idols.
You heard Ghost scoff behind you, Gus' two companions watch him incredulous because of his short (probably prepared) speech.
You ate up his delighted reaction trying to contain the toothy smile from under your facemask and slowly walked closer to him with a curious glint in your eyes and a small swing in your step. Gus didn't move a muscle, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
"What do you specialize in, soldado?"
Hearing his mother's tongue from the one and only Sargeant Hound from the 141 he has heard so much about since he joined SpecGru made a shiver run up his spine.
"In hostage rescue and asset protection..."
Ghost looks down his watch inpatient to get this over with. Reyes, the other operator sees his opportunity to jump into the conversation seemingly as eager to interact with Hassan's butcher.
"Apologies for my brother in arms' fanboy moment. He was excited to meet you, after all... You could say we've got money on our pockets thanks to your bite." The Canadian jest with a teasing tone matching yours, he sounds so sure of himself you knew already this guy was one hot headed mother fucker with an ego that paired up well with Gus' humble nature and Nova's head-on-the-ground attitude.
-"Mind explaining that, um..."
-"Enzo Reyes, ma'am. Reyes for shorts."
You nod expectant. Reyes clears his throat.
"SpecGru and KorTac were founded after Hassan's death, your execution, as diabolical as everyone puts it, benefitted us greatly. So thank you, you crazy, cannibalistic bitch for giving us a job."
Your eyes widen at the crude wording, Gus looks away with a defeated sigh, Nova elbows Reyes' arm with so much force he smacks her arm back with a growl. Ghost did not like that one bit deciding to step up making his presence known in the room, anger emanate from his body mixing with the tense atmosphere.
"I like this guy." You laugh quickly dissipating the tension. You missed Nova's sigh of relief.
All of you quickly got alerted by the dry coughs of Price who stepped inside the crowded room with Gaz and Soap following behind. Ghost left space for his captain but you didn't, resulting in Price gently guiding your careless self to follow him with a hand in your lower back, like a father with a toddler. The captain sighed looking around the room making sure all of you were there.
-"I see we missed first introductions. Whatever, we can get started now that we're all 'ere."
-"About bloody time..." Ghost whispered and you snorted.
As the captain explained the situation, the three SpecGru operators stared analyzing your group.
All of you were attentive to your captain quickly leaving aside your shenanigans to pay attention to every word he said. After the hell all of you had gone through it was clear your loyalty to Price was unbreakable. Lord knows life has given you chances to leave the task force but none of you took them because you believed in what you were doing, because you believed in Johnathan Price, because you were proud to be part of something bigger than yourselves to help people around the world neutralizing threats so the future generations could live a more peaceful life.
Gus couldn't feel more admiration than he already did, his heart swell with pride and eagerness to work along you and he could already picture himself in the future begging Laswell and his Team Leaders to allow Nova, Reyes and himself the chance to work with you again.
The focused look in your beautiful, hypnotic eyes dragged the Rican back to the present.
To summer things up, one of Kate's valuable contacts from New York had gotten captured by an unknown enemy ready to be flown from Manhattan to another location she was still trying to figure.
The reason you needed these three other operators was because their german TL (Team Leader) was related to this particular objective. Stressed about the safety of his family member he sent three operators he personally chose to aid the 141 on the rescue as the hostage was equally important to both teams. Not to mention the amount of crucial information the hostage had.
Laswell had informed Price that the captured victim managed to send her a message saying he had heard something about being transported somewhere near LaGuardia airport until they could escort him to a secured plane.
"The message was sent from this location." Price said.
Gaz shows you the tablet he was tapping on. The pad reveals pictures of an abandoned psychiatric hospital in the middle of a gigantic clearing a few kilometers away from the airport they planned to take the hostage.
-"Easy to spot us in such clearing..." Soap observes.
-"We could infiltrate in the night. Use the darkness to our benefit." Offered Gaz.
-"Nah, that's still too risky, they'd probably had transported the lad by the time we get there." Debated Reyes.
-"Besides, we would be risking the hostage's life if we wait any longer for night to fall..." Nova finally spoke.
The captain cracked his knuckles, his eyes fuxed on the tablet until he shot Gus a look of expectancy. He too had read his file judging by the way he expected him to suggest something, the Rican had enough experience at hostage rescue to know a better strategy. Don't underestimate the captain, he already had a plan to offer but he wanted to give the three new additions some time to prove themselves.
Gus brushes his moustache in thought. "The sewers." He mutters, one gloved finger pointed to one miniature in the sea of images from the tablet, the miniature showed a complete map of the underground tunnels that crossed the area. Soap agreed with a click of his tongue and a nod.
Price smiled widely, his eyes crinkling.
-"We'll use the sewers."
-"I bet they know we'll use 'em to get there." You said, Gus nods and Price replies:
-"They sure as hell know we'll do. But they don't know how many we are."
-"Or who we are." Ghost said with determination.
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Diving through Manhattan's sewers was like walking around an scenario from one of those old horror games you play with Johnny on his ps2.
Not to mention it was confusing as hell... There were tunnels everywhere, Laswell had warned you about this and to pay careful attention to the map as well as the river of shit that ran through the tunnels, apparently this stinky nightmare of a place was plagued with crocodiles. No joke.
To make the trip even more fun, Soap had spotted a trap at the beginning of one particular tunnel that stink worse than the others and you instantly knew this was the one you had to take to get to the clearing.
-"That tunnel will get you to the parking lot behind the main building. Find a hole to crawl out of and get in there as quick as possible." Laswell's voice resonated from your radios.
-"Understood."
You could feel someone's eyes on you the whole time. And although you always pretended to bask on any attention given, feeling someone's eyes on you constantly made you tick. So multiple times you had turned around only to find Gus looking elsewhere and Ghost keeping watch on the waters in case any croc decided to welcome all of you.
A distant booming sound made you all stop on your tracks pointing your guns ahead. Something had triggered a trap.
-"Probably a crocodile." Said Soap.
-"Or an enemy..." Smirked Reyes.
-"What's the difference?" You asked.
Your earpiece buzzed "For starters, the crocodiles don't have the brains nor the need to kidnap one of my most valuable contacts." Joked Kate.
The captain stopped all of you minutes after.
You all pointed your torches ahead, a litter of corpses spread across the tunnel.
-"We've got corpses 'round here." Gaz informed Laswell.
-"The hostage?" She asked, nervousness lazed on her voice.
The group begun inspecting the dead bodies, clear victims of various traps and mines around the place that the waters had dragged to your direction and got stuck in the junk and shit in the ground.
Most of them were dressing in matching dark clothes, others in casual wear, probably civilians who decided to dive a little too far where they shouldn't.
The ones with dark clothes held fire weapons, other than that they had nothing else.
"No trace of the objective so far..." You informed before the radio caught Laswell's sigh of relief.
Nova spotted one particular body at the further corner of the pit that caught her eye. She sat next to it, inspecting it's pockets with concentration until she stopped to wiggle on her spot.
-"Wot' am I sitting on?" Nova rose her bum only to stumble forwards with a yelp at the realization that she had fully planted her ass on an enemy's corpse. -"Shame it wasn't his face." She blurted out making Reyes snort.
-"The smell would have killed the lad instantly. But nothing compares to the smell of Manhattan's sewers...Worst mission of my fucking life."
-"It's Man-ah-Hatan, idiota" Gus wrongly corrected a few steps behind you. He was so close his sweet cologne almost covered the smell of shit.
"MANHATTAN, DICKHEAD! TWO DAYS HERE AND YOU STILL PRONOUNCE IT LIKE YOU ARE CONSTIPATED."
Reyes' bark echoed through the tunnel making the rest of you turn to them wide-eyed.
The glare Ghost shot them three made you giggle, the captain didn't keep quiet either instantly snapping at them to focus, Soap being Soap resisted the urge to laugh along and Gaz gritted his teeth at the seemingly lack of professionalism. You just smiled widely under your facemask and continued inspecting the place sneaking a wink to Gus' way, he blinked surprised.
-"Forgive their idiotic behavior, cap." Nova sighed "I've found some keys."
-"Keep 'em. We'll probably need them in the future." Price ordered ignoring the apology.
Following the tunnel your group of eight encountered an intersection. Two tunnels that went in different directions made all of you look at the map until another sound of a distant explosion caused your heads to snap to the right, guns loaded and ready.
"I wonder where we should go now..." you sarcastically said.
This time you caught Gus' amber eyes quickly adverting his gaze somewhere else with a contained smile. Curious.
Walking a little further to the right tunnel, you found a monster of a crocodile the size of the old leather couch Gaz had donated to the base a few months ago laying on the ground with an exploded tummy, it's intestines spread all across the ground, brick walls and the black waters. To your horror the animal hissed somehow still alive after triggering a mine.
-"Oh my god."
-"And they said crocodiles in Manhattan's sewers were a myth..."
-"Look at the size of that thing. What the hell do they feed on down here?"
-"Dead bodies of dumb divers probably..."
Reyes laughed "Thank you Mini-Godzilla for eating enough shit to trigger half the traps 'round here."
Ghost surprised you lowly laughing to himself. Surely he had remembered the dog pun he told you and Johnny while being chased in Las Almas.
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The walk didn't last much longer for when your knees started protesting you found a metal door rotten by the passing of time, as Watcher-1 had said, behind the door you found the parking lot near the main building where they guarded the hostage.
The captain had split the group of eight into four teams since the building was big as hell, and although Laswell had located the signal from the phone the hostage used to send the message, the captain wanted to make sure all the building was clear to proceed with the rescue instead of throwing yourselves directly where they had secluded him.
The building was rotten all over, there weren't any traps like on the sewers and you found little enemies to neutralize in the quietest way possible.
Exploring the abandoned creepy halls in the light of day with the captain wasn't exactly what you had in mind, you felt a tingle of disappointment that he hadn't paired you up with any of the new meat SpecGru had sent.
"You are my right hand. Can't do this without ya." That's the excuse Price gave you. But you suspect he just wants to keep you on a short leash. Because who knows, maybe one day the story will repeat itself, right? Maybe you'll go crazy or run your mouth like you always do... You grit your teeth in anger. The captain and the others will not stop treating you like a radioactive isotope until you get evaluated by a professional on the base and as it turned out he was took a well-deserved vacation before you had the chance to pay him a visit.
Reyes and Ghost encounter a two-way hallway where they parted to the right while Gus and Soap went to the left, the captain and you followed upstairs and Gaz and Nova went to the other set of stairs on the opposite wall. At first you only used knives because packing gun silencers didn't mean you'd kill in total silence, and with the crazy echo this big building had thanks to the lack of forniture and thin paper walls you could easily hear the enemies talking and patrolling around. But things changed when all of you heard a gunshot downstairs followed by pained grunts and an unfamiliar voice.
"Idiot! Watch your fucking aim!"
All of you sigh in relief, shortly after Soap had slit that enemy's throat and Gus had done the same with the other before they joined you on the upper level, though in different halls.
You all cleared the building fast, or so you had thought.
You only took your eyes away for a second inspecting various cushioned rooms infested with rats, Price was a few steps ahead of you on the same hall doing the same thing with the rooms of the opposite wall until he felt hot pain hit his shoulder, he grunts in surprise alerting you instantly.
Looking further from Price was a young man with a pistol, he had this face filled with warn daring price to take another step, he hasn't spot you yet, you took advantage of this crouching a little inside the cushioned room you were previously inspecting.
-"Fatima, Bilal, Mustafa, Omar, Abdul, Salem..." The enemy listed. "I could tell you all the names of the soldiers you and your team had killed and yet you would not care. I stand here with a gun on my hand pointing at your heart and you still look uninterested... You have no souls. Disgusting animals sent to kill us all, but Duke will make you pay for what you've done. For general Ghorbrani, for major Hassan-"
-"HOUND-! KILL HIM!"
You launched forwards at your Captain's command, moving in zigzags dodging the numerous debrils, wires and junk around the floor, the moment the shocked enemy gathered his shit to point his gun at you his jaw cracked at the harsh impact you delivered with the butt of your chosen weapon instantly sending him to the ground. He screamed in pain chocking on his flowing blood but that didn't stop his trembling hands to try repositioning his pistol clearly wanting to go with a fight, though it was too late for the bastard because just as he got up you shot him on the chest at the same time rain of blood splattered to your face. Ghost had shot his head from behind when he heard the commotion. His eyes widened seeing your bloodied form appear behind the falling corpse, he froze thinking he had shot you in the head until-
"Oh come on, LT... I had it under control!" You cleansed your squinting face but you only managed to spread the blood and brain matter further. "UGH-... I need a fucking shower after this..."
Price rushed to you inspecting you pulling an equally worried Ghost aside, you did the same looking at his shoulder alarmed.
"It's just a grace, don't worry honey."
"Whatever old man... Just... Be more aware of your surroundings..."
Price shared a look with Ghost who quickly recomposed focusing on contacting Gaz, Nova and the others to keep their guard up.
"X ray down! And that's why you don't spend an eternity monologuing." Reyes humored walking in. The Canadian pushed the fallen enemy's head with the tip of his boot, his smile widening when he spotted your bloodied face.
"Gus would kill for this view~"
Nova's voice reached your earpiece "Cap. We found some makeshift cells. No enemies down 'ere."
"Copy. On our way..."
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Walking to Gaz and Nova's position you found Gus and Soap along the way, and as Reyes had previously said, the eyes of the Rican were wide with worry until he realized you were healthy as a rose, yet his amber pearls would not leave your face for a second, not even when Price spoke or when all of you started walking. Was this guy smitten by you? It seems Reyes wasn't joking.
"Over there-" Nova pointed at the last cell to the further corner of the hall.
The Captain ordered Gus and you to investigate and Gaz and Soap to guard the entrance of the hall in case you missed an enemy while him and Ghost opened the door with some shears, Nova and Reyes were the first to go inside the pitch-black cell. Reyes lit the place with his torch and so did the captain and the lieutenant.
The body of the deceased hostage hanged from the ceiling by a metal hook that pierced his ankle. He was facing the wall before Reyes approached to angle the body to the light.
On his chest was a message that said "The hunt have just begun." Carved with a knife, the blood around the letters was dried to a very dark red almost black which meant it was scribbled long before your team arrived the building.
Nova approached the body with a perturbed face.
-"Holy shit, that's Karl... Team leader's son..."
Laswell's voice quickly reached your radios at this.
-"Is he alive?"
Ghost entered the cell. By that time all of you had turned to look inside as well.
-"Negative. He's dead, and by the looks of it, it occurred long before we arrived. The lad probably got caught sending you the text so they killed him."
The captain stomped in frustrated, then proceeded to inspect the body.
-"Sliced throat. They left a message on the body."
Price signaled Gaz to point his laptop's camera to the body letting Laswell see what all of you were seeing. She was quiet until she hummed in understatement.
"Captain!" Gus called from the other cell. Price looked to the right, sighed and left the cell to join the rican. You and Gus were inspecting a stock of documents near a laptop. Gaz entered the cell carrying his own to show Laswell the new cell.
"Sargeant Hound. Plug Garrick's laptop into the other one."
Gaz handed you a cable and you did as told, transferring every archive you could find inside it while the others swallowed the defeat in tense silence.
Soap was the first to speak up.
-"They called a name on their coms... Duke. I dunno, maybe he's the boss."
Now that you recall, the guy who tried to kill Price did mention that name.
"With a name like that he's gonna go mwaha-ha at some point, I just know it." Gus smiled at your humor.
Ghost smacked the cell's bars with frustration. "The bastard wasn't even 'ere. He must have ordered his men to pull this bullshit to call our attention."
Gaz massaged his temple placing down the laptop near you and the enemy's.
-"So he just placed this laptop filled with his malevolent plans near our target for us to find?" The brit said sarcastically.
-"Looks like it. There has to be more this than it might seem." Price hummed.
-"Maybe the target wasn't even Karl..." Nova said and all of you looked at her, her words making sense instantly.
-"Maybe WE were the target." She clarified.
-"If we are the target... Where's the ambush?" Gus voices out his anxious thoughts.
Reyes laughed bitterly.
-"That wit made us fall for it, Fuck! He even left a trail of crumbs for us to find and follow him into the devil's nest."
-"But where is this devil's nest...?" Price asked.
You lifted the laptop once you were done transferring the information and Laswell spoke up.
"Reyes is right. This... Duke, has kept a list of different locations on each archive. We must find which location he really is in and-"
You all waited a beat before the captain worriedly called out Kate whose voice went quiet as she read through the files.
-"This is serious, John. Duke isn't a nobody. He's the head of a mafia called Shiv Ka Haath, (Shiva's hand) from New India. He rules over a chain of different illegal businesses, each of them handled by people he trusts. A madam who owns the 70% of the nightclubs and brothels on the country, the head of a temple who traffics with weapons and drugs and lastly, his son, who has started his own busines organizing spectacles and fights of all kinds going from dogs, immigrants desperate for money to... even children fights. None of their names are mentioned but there's so much illegal activity listed in here...And that isn't all..."
You all listened carefully, realization hitting hard that this mission might hold more depth than you had initially thought.
"There's so much information here to investigate it's clear he wants us to find him. For now, take everything you can and go back to the base ASAP."
Price orders all of you to collect the Intel as he contacts Nikolai to take you and Karl's body back to the base.
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The three additions to the group sat in silence staring at the distance. They were aware the moment TL read each of their reports hell will break lose, and although this meant SpecGru will get involved on this matter, Gus allowed himself to feel a greedy relief that he'll possibly work alongside your team again in the future. If TL and Laswell approve, of course.
