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This was just another mission to Ghost. His mind was on the highest of alerts, his gun raised steadily in front of him as he made his way through the ship carrying very *illegal* cargo.
It rocked and swayed. He had to keep all his weight in his lets to keep him from being tossed from inertia. The sound of the waves crashing onto the sides of the ship echoed throughout the lower levels he was slowly clearing.
He was convinced these criminals...or hired mercs, he couldn't really care to differentiate, *they were an enemy all the same*...were too dumb to even position people down towards the bottom of the ship. It had been clear far too long, most bullets were sprayed on the top deck.
He can't wait to just clear this lower level and hop on one of the exfil boats outside. Bringing his gloved hand up, he keeps a grip on his assault rifle with one hand, the other on his radio.
"Alright, Captain, all set 'ere-"
And just as he let go, he couldn't hear Price's staticy response as something hard his his shoulders, while he was simultaneously kicked in the knees. *of fucking course. But he'd checked everywhere, he was sure of it.*
As he slammed to the ground, thrown off balance by the wavering ship, the assaliant flipped him over with their boot. Due to the tilt of the boat, Ghost's gun slid away from him. When a heavy weight was seated on his lower stomach, his eyes analyzed the person straddling him. His eyes narrowed as he glared up at them.
"Not a smart move, love, we killed all your friends, you got no backup."
he hissed out, already ready to strike.
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