Phantom of the Night
Just a little insight as to what's in store for this week's update!
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Chapter 3 teaser:
Heavy set boots were all that could be heard around the hangard. Soldiers moving quickly on and around a transport plane, giving a wide berth to a large man with a completely black tactical gear, black skull balaclava and hard white skull mask cover the top half of the face mask: Lieutenant Ghost.
“Wheels up in five.”
Some soldiers rushed faster to get their seats on the plane and double check their gear, but a few remained rooted in their spot, Ghost included.
“Roger.” His gruff voice cut across the radio back to General Shepherd.
“Marines are loading in now. You and the Sergeant are leading the way on this.”
Ghost tilted his head, annoyance in his voice lost in the neutral tone.
“Sergeant?”
A 6 foot tall man walked up to Ghost with an enthusiastic step. His hair shaved on the sides with a sort of mohawk down the center of his head, blue eyes sharp and full of excitement.
“Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, L.T.? Save ya a seat, sir.”
Sergeant Johnny “Soap” MacTavish.
Soap fist bumped Ghost’s shoulder before making his way up the transport plane, making eye contact with another soldier walking up to the plane looking oddly out of place.
“Fuckin’ hell…” Ghost grumbled.
“Ghost- do you copy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Any issues?”
“Negative, Sir.”
“Good. Captain Phantom will also be joining you on this mission. Get it done.”
Just as Shepherd finished his statement, the mystery figure Soap saw previously made their way towards Ghost.
The figure was wearing black tactical cargo pants with multiple knife straps and holsters on the thighs, a black long sleeve with a hooded overlay on top, tac vest full of frags, flashbangs, extra ammo clips and other things in pouches unknown to anyone except the figure wearing it, as well as a short black scarf around their neck and tucked into their vest. They had a balaclava across the lower half of their face with a thick black metal tactical mask over it, grey eyes almost gleaming as they stopped in front of Ghost, and their hair was underneath the scarf and out of view so he couldn’t identify this mystery person. When they stopped in front of Ghost, they had to look up quite a bit; being less than 6' compared to the 6'4" man didn't seem to be a deterrent for them at all.
“Lieutenant Ghost, good to meet you. Captain Phantom.” The figure, the female, stuck her gloved hand out towards him.
Ghost shook her hand briefly, keeping in mind the strong grip each of them had on the other’s before they let go.
“On your move, sir. I’ve been requested by the General and Station Chief Laswell to accompany you and your men as backup on Alpha Team. I’m familiar with the mission and have been read in.” Her voice was deep, partially muffled and grainy from behind both masks, but she didn't seem to mind nor care.
Ghost nodded, turned away from her and walked right up into the transport plane with her at his heels to grab a seat and buckle in just as the door sealed shut for takeoff.
The teams spent a while in the air, not much conversation going on except for Ghost to introduce Phantom to Alpha team briefly.
“Bravo Team offloads here. Alpha Team stays onboard to land downrange. Both teams meet in the middle. Remember, we want Hassan alive, but this is capture or kill.” Ghost's strong voice echoed through the radio in Phantom’s ear as well as directly in front of her.
She watched as Bravo team got ready to unload as the plane landed momentarily, nodding to Ghost as they made eye contact and accepting a first bump from Soap as they got off.
Phantom pulled her goggles down over her eyes and gripped tightly onto her M16 between her legs as the plane took off again to head to their final destination. She kept herself strapped in on instinct, as if something was telling her to brace herself and she was never one to ignore her instincts.
Another minute in the air and it grew more tense as she exchanged glances with her other team members after the plane made a sudden drop on the right side.
“All stations- Razor-1 is bracketed, we're getting lit! Incoming- Flares! Flares!”
Phantom’s eyes grew wide as one of the soldiers stood up to go help the pilots. She could hear the flares going off outside of their plane as it righted itself once again.
“Shit- that was fucking close.”
She chuckled, agreeing with another soldier in front of her and letting her shoulders relax themselves slightly.
“Second missile!”
Phantom barely had any time to brace herself and her weapon before a loud crash sounded on the right side of the plane, throwing anything or anyone not strapped down off balance. She grappled a soldier about to crumple to the ground, pulling him down onto the seat next to her.
“Razor 1 going down! We're going down!” That was the last thing Phantom heard in her ear before she felt the plane plummet down to the ground, grinding and crunching metal the only thing anyone in the vicinity could hear.
