„Oh, fuck!" a yelp left her lips as she jumped back, avoiding getting shot, not like the poor Bravo in front of her, bullets colliding into him.

„I'm hit!" he yelled, scurrying away from the door where bullets rained on them, worry rising inside her as she looked his way. He collapsed on the floor, clutching his chest.

„Go check on him, I'll take care of it," Soap instructed, pulling a flashbang off his vest, ready to throw it inside the room. With a quick nod to each other, he threw the flashbang, it bouncing back from the doorframe with a dull clang, going off inside, blinding the AQ inside.

This was her queue to run across the hallway, sliding beside the fallen soldier on her knees, her hand ready on her radio to request a medkit for him.

„Where are you hit?" she asked, her eyes quickly glancing over the critical parts of his body. Mostly because it was dark, but she didn't see any blood.

„It got me in the plate," he groaned, motioning to his chest where it hit him. A relieved sigh escaped her lips, tapping his shoulders twice as some type of comfort. She wasn't the best at ensuring that people were alright, mostly because she had little to no patience and zero social skills. The only things she was good at were lying, stealing, and making jokes.

A single shot being fired indicated that Soap had terminated the threat, soon emerging from the very room he chucked a flashbang in.

„You two good?" he asked, his eyes wandering over the man to Rora, both of them nodding their heads.

„There's one there," the Bravo cocked his head towards the other side of the balcony, the two sergeants moving soundlessly towards where he motioned, Rora leading in front.

Just as she came around the corner, she saw an AQ soldier loading up another round of RPG, ready to fire, but as he noticed them, it was already too late for him. His pathetic attempt to reach for his handgun was almost sad as Rora fired two shots, one in the chest and one in the head, his lifeless body collapsing on the dirty floor. She felt no remorse.

„Ghost, enemy rocket's down," Soap informed, already stepping over the still-warm body. The woman carefully stepped over the puddle of blood that grew bigger and bigger with every second, following behind MacTavish.

„Solid copy. Good work."

Rora's eyes wandered over to the crash site, hoping that there will be still some lives left they could save.

The duo strolled down the narrow hallway leading up to a beat-up door, a man's voice echoing down the hall. Unlike the other AQs they came across, this voice spoke in English, taking Rora off-guard.

Soap shoved open the door with the barrel of his gun, opening it to a scene that was much more triggering to Rora than she guessed it would be.

A weeping woman was shielding a man with her own body, her cries being the only sound next to the quiet male voice, grief tugging at her heart. The woman jerked her head up, her eyes meeting with Rora's as she yelled something unintelligible, reaching over the motionless body to grab a gun, ready to fight them.

Soap didn't hesitate to shoot two bullets into her.

There was a twinge of pain in her heart as she looked at the couple, both died next to each other. It reminded her of one of the ends her life could've taken if she would decide against her better judgment. She shook off the pain quickly enough for Soap not to notice anything as he walked up to a laptop, a video playing on it.

The male voice came from it, none other than their target, Hassan Zyani holding a speech of some sort, encouraging his people to take revenge.

„Ghost, we're secure. Negative on Hassan," Soap said in the comms, his voice more irritated this time, his eyes not leaving the screen of the laptop.

Rora was quick to have enough of the man's nonsense as she lifted her gun and shot through the screen, the voice of Hassan finally cutting out. Soap jerked his head towards her, a surprised look on his face as he looked at her face, then the rifle in her hands.

„What?" she asked, not getting the look he was giving her.

„You could've just told me to shut it down," he gestured towards the remains of the laptop, a big hole gaping through where the screen was.

„I took care of it," she shrugged her shoulder.

„Fuckin' hell," he muttered, amusement showing through his voice as he shook his head.

„Roger," Ghost's voice pierced through her ears, distracting her attention from Soap. „Time to hit the crash site."

„Do you think it really as bad as it looks?" Rora dared to ask as they left behind the building, approaching the crouched-down Ghost behind a small concrete block, it giving him just enough cover.

„Let's hope it's not," Soap gave her a brief answer, approaching Ghost soundlessly, but like nothing in this world, it didn't go unnoticed by the lieutenant, his head turning in their direction.

„Soap- we're moving to the crash site to help the wounded," he spoke up, nodding towards the remains of the helicopter. „Rest o' you hold here and cover us," Ghost directed his words towards Rora and the other Bravo who stick with them, both of them nodding in agreement.

„Don't actually shoot my back, Wells," Soap commented, keeping his eyes on the darkness that laid beyond the crash site, trying to spot any enemy lines behind it.

„I can't promise anything. I'm pretty shit with the sniper," she shrugged her shoulder, propping the sniper against the cement block they crouched behind, ignoring the slightly panicked look the other sergeant gave to her. Ghost gave her an unamused look, shaking his head as he motioned Soap to move towards the helo.

„Alpha0-2, Bravo 0-7. Building two secure. We're coming to you," Ghost said into the comms, his voice steady in her ear as she kept her eyes on the darkness in front of her, flipping her night-vision goggles back on her eyes.

A few moments of silence weighed on them as she and the Bravo covered for them, scanning the horizon for any movement before he decided to break the awkward silence.

„So, you're really shit with the sniper?" he asked, unsureness tinting his voice. The woman next to him let out an annoyed groan.

„I can still hit you with it if you don't shut up," she murmured, ignoring the way he slightly shifted away from her, probably fearing that she will actually put a bullet in him. She may be shit in long distances, but in close proximity, she was deadlier than anybody. She ignored the look the other Bravo on her right gave her.

She watched as Ghost and Soap disappeared inside the ruins, scanning the trees with her scope. The fog that hung over the air made it harder to spot enemies, and the fact that there was absolutely no coverage of the men inside the helo had made her nervous. Her pulse quickened, her eyes franticly jumping to the slightest movement a breeze can make, her paranoia making it present itself as her palms started to sweat.

And then a shadow starts to move in the distance.

„Got movement, boys," she warns them in the comms, her finger tightening around the trigger, itching to fire upon those who are preying on them.

„Fuckin' great," Soap hissed back, a ghost of a smile appearing on her lips. Sadly, it disappeared quickly as someone fired upon the helo, the shot echoing through the field.

„Shit," the Bravo on her right hissed, lifting his gun up and starting to fire upon a man who wanted to sneak up on them.

Rora fired her gun, and despite her sniper skills being off, she still managed to hit one in the chest. She didn't know if it was lethal enough, she just hoped he wouldn't get back up anytime soon.

The men from the skeleton of the helicopter started returning fire, Rora and the two Bravos on her side trying to take down as many AQs as they could without getting hit.

A bullet slammed into the cement, missing her head by mere inches, causing the woman to retrieve into cover, slamming her back against the cement wall. She used this time to reload her sniper, her hands shaking ever so slightly from the adrenaline pumping in her blood. And just as she emerged from the cover, a loud explosion seemed to shake the world.

„More grenades?!" Rora yelled over the gunfire, ditching her sniper and picking up the semi-automatic rifle, firing upon two individuals who dared to run at the helicopter.

But soon enough, their fire didn't seem to be enough as more and more AQ soldiers emerged from the fog and smoke, each of them getting closer to the site. Her ammo started to thin out sooner than she thought, anxiety spiking in her.

„We're getting slaughtered out here!" the Bravo on her left yelled, pulling behind cover from enemy fire. Rora was quick to shoot down the men with two shots. Suddenly, she was quick to agree with him as her eyes scanned over the many men, their only goal is to kill them all.

And then probably the dumbest idea came into her mind.

They were dumb to think they were the only ones with explosives.

„Cover me!" she shouted to the Bravo on her left, coming to her feet in a crouching position, facing the building where they shot down a man with the RPG. She just hoped it still had one more round in it.

Holding her rifle close to her chest, she started sprinting towards the building, hopping over obstacles and small stones that were pieces from a building before, their only purpose in life now being slowing down the woman in her mission. She hissed as she tripped over a stone, an AQ emerging from behind a bush in that very second. Calculating in her mind, she knew he was too close to aim her gun at him and shoot him down before he could get to her, so she reached for the knife hidden in the side pocket on her right leg, flipping it in her hand before throwing it full force at him, the blade cutting through the air with deadly aim.

It made home in the man's forehead, his body collapsing a few heartbeats later, like it didn't register the sudden death soon enough. Without giving another glance at his body, Rora sprinted further, pushing her legs with all her might.

Soon enough, she found herself in the narrow hallway, picking up the RPG, seeing that exactly one rocket round remained. It was much heavier than she anticipated, groaning as she picked it up, holding it with two hands. She could only move slowly with the thing as she prayed to whatever god was willing to listen to her, that nobody would come for her ass because with this thing in her hands, she had no chance of defending herself.

„Prepare for RPG fire," she struggled to get out the words, pressing the button on her radio and directing her words to her squad.

„Wells, what are you doing?" the voice of Ghost came in an instant, confusion thickening his voice.

„Saving our asses, Lieutenant," she hissed back, stepping out of cover to the field, trying her best to ignore the voice in her head that screamed at her.

You fucking lunatic, stop trying to kill us!

Shut up, I'm trying to save us.

More like killing us.

„Wells?!" Ghost's voice rang as a warning, but it was already too late.

With a groan, she lifted the heavy RPG gun on her shoulder, turning her body towards the enemy lines, facing the many soldiers who emerged from the darkness. She found the point where the grenade launcher fired upon them, seeing a line of laser cutting through the mixture of fog and smoke, knowing that he was ready to fire another grenade at them.

She could hear a frantic English yell behind her from the skeleton of the helicopter, but she ignored it, letting the air from her lungs out to steady herself, and she aimed.

Rora fired the rocket.

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Fucking hell, it has one hell of a kickback.

Rora's ears rang, cancelling any other noise from the world. Her vision blurred from the sudden tears, mostly caused by the sharp pain in her shoulder, partly because her ears rang so loud she was sure she was going to be deaf after her little scene.

Rough hands grabbed under the bulletproof vest she was wearing, yanking her backwards from her crouch, groaning in pain as she landed on her butt, the hand pulling her back in the helicopter at lightning speed.

Her hearing started to clear up as her back slammed against the hard floor of the helo, coughing as some of the debris from her explosion started to cause trouble in getting air in her lungs.

She heard male voices around her, one of them being angrier than the other, while she still struggled to come to her senses, rolling to her side.

„Sergeant!" a rough hand shook her shoulder, forcing her to turn her head towards the person. She found herself staring back at Ghost, and even though she could only see his eyes, his eyes screamed you're fucking dead. She gulped as she tried to focus on his voice instead of the ringing in her ears. „What the fuck was that?!"

„Like I said," she coughed one more, wincing as a sharp pain shot through her shoulder. „I saved our asses."

„Hardly," he spat, gesturing towards the windows with his gloved hand, aggression showing through his movements. „You almost got killed out there for your stupidity!"

The gunfire got louder, snapping her back into reality as she pushed herself up from the floor, stumbling as she lost her balance. She gripped the inside of the wall for support, ignoring the way Ghost towered over her, ready to kill Rora himself for her stupid decision.

„Ghost," Soap interrupted, his eyes jumping between the two. From his point of view, it looked like the lieutenant wanted to choke her with his bare hands, while she mirrored the angry look like it was nothing, and if looks could kill, he was sure that Ghost would be dead already.

„You can yell at me all you want, after we get out of here, alive," she hissed at him, venom dripping from her tone as she clutched her right shoulder, trying to ignore the pain.

She held his gaze for what felt like hours, staring back at the angry soul his eyes projected, letting her see all the anger and a small spark of worry, before he turned around, his eyes scanning the field in front of them.

„Kilo0-1, you're cleared hot on anything forward of our position. Danger close approved," he spoke on the radio, with a much calmer tone than the one he used with her, but she could still hear the undertones of annoyance buried underneath.

„Roger that."

„You good?" a voice spoke from her side, causing her to stop shooting death glares towards her lieutenant.

„Never better," she said through her gritted teeth, forcing a small smile on her lips as she locked eyes with Soap. „I've been through worse. It's like a family dinner at this point."

He let out a low chuckle, patting her other shoulder twice, an amused glint glistening in his eyes as he looked down at her.

„What you did out there," he pointed to the opening of the helo, where she just got dragged through by Ghost. „was pretty stupid. But it was badass."

She couldn't help the grin on her face, his words causing pride to flourish in her chest, warming her heart. Their small moment was interrupted by the voice of the other soldier, looking out the window.

„Lt, we got armored vehicles incoming. There's four of 'em."

„Wondered what was missing from the party," Rora pushed herself off the wall, stumbling towards a rifle that was discarded on the floor, probably by one of the Alpha soldiers who died when they crashed.

Her eyes wandered over to the bodies littered around, the pilot still hanging from his seat. Something cracked in her heart, causing her mood to plummet. With a shake of her head, she walked up to the window, standing beside Ghost, watching as the mentioned armored vehicles rolled up, the will to live leaving her body at the same moment.

„You still have that RPG by any chance?" Soap asked jokingly, him staring at the vehicles, although his jaw was tense as he grasped the rifle in his hand.

Ghost jerked his head towards Soap in a motion to tell him wordlessly, shut the fuck up, while Rora wished that she would've waited for a few minutes longer.

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