Ghost and Soap moved with precision through the chaos, their mission clear as they breached the dimly lit room. The air inside was thick with the stench of sweat and dust, oppressive and suffocating. There was barely any light, they'd sabotaged it to their own advantage since they have night vision gear. It's only to hope the enemy doesn't.
Soap knew that on the floor behind that door, sat あなた, hands bound tightly behind their back, the ropes digging cruelly into their skin. They must be terrified by the muffled voices in an unfamiliar language leaking through the door, rising and falling in agitated tones, but those voices barely registered. A sudden, explosive blast interrupted everything. Even if they did realise what was happening, Soap knew the person would bolt when they reached them. If the house hadn't gone loud this might have been easier.
Ghost's voice cut through the chaos, calm but commanding. "Soap, on me. We’ve got them in the corner." The terrifying noise of combat outside the room intensified, a shouted warning in a Scottish accent, followed by the unmistakable ring caused by a detonation of a flashbang. The concussive blast was deafening, sending a wave of disorientation through anyone nearby. Soap's voice rang out next, steady and sharp, directing their approach.
The door to the room had been forced open during the commotion, and as the dust settled, Ghost emerged first, a haunting figure in his skul mask that was meant to keep people away, be recognisable as a certain threat.
However Ghost just knelt beside the あなた, his movements efficient but oddly gentle given the tension. "Stay calm," he instructed, his low voice steady, almost reassuring if he wasn't such a terrifying man who was armed to his teeth. He pulled out a blade and cut through the ropes with ease. As the binds fell away, あなた winced, Ghost assumed from the rush of blood returning to their numb hands.
"Can you walk?" Ghost asked, his tone firm already rising to his feet and discarding the rope. His eyes flicked to Soap, who had moved to the door, scanning the hallway for any remaining threats. Soap glanced back briefly, his expression a practised neutral mask. Soap almost wished あなた would have been unconscious, made things easier sometimes. At least it didn't look like they were about to bolt. "Area’s clear for now," he reported as the two operators exchanged a look; an unspoken understanding.
