The Beginning of a Pup
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General Shepherd: Come in. Oh! Laswell pleasure to see you. Need anything?
Laswell: Actually I do. Remember Wolf?
General Shepherd: The captain that dropped and started back up in Mexico? Yes, I remember. Unfortunately.
Laswell: Intel says she’s moving her crew to Las Almas near where 141, Los Vaqueros and your trusted Shadow Comp. are currently working to stop El Sin Nombre. She could be contracted by the cartel to protect them.
General Shepherd: We can’t have that. Graves says they're close to catching them. We can’t have Wolf stepping in. I’ll contact Graves to inform him of this. Thank you Laswell…
Laswell: Of course sir.
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Graves: Yo! Alejandro, I wanna ask you something. Do you know anything about the cartel hiring new military recently?
Alejandro: No amigo, is there something we should know?
Graves: *sigh* From what I got from General Shepherd, some ex-military group is making their way over here. Their leader's codename is Wolf, that ring a bell?
Alejandro: No lo siento, I'll inform the rest of Los Vaqueros to keep a lookout.
Graves: Good. We don’t need a distraction right now. We are this close to catching El Sin Nombre. Dealing with Wolf is just going to make things more difficult than it already is.
As soon as Graves informed Alejandro of Wolf the appearance of men increased both from the Shadow Company and of Vaqueros. Of course Ghost and Soap paid no mind to it. They were focusing on their own goal. Capture El Sin Nombre and find the missing missiles. But knowing an ex-military officer could be aiding Sin Nombre, Soap was the first to ask if there were any records of the officer. And with the help of Ghost supporting Soap in trying to get more info, they got in less than a week. They have gotten accustomed to being by each other for months so when Soap asked to be more than teammates Ghost agreed. But when looking at the file that laid in front of them they just stared at it.
Soap: So, Wolf’s multilingual and has multiple tours around their belt, they have ties to General Shepherd and Laswell and even has a captain rank before dropping out. But what is strange is it doesn't mention if or why they might have dropped. Like a warning or sort.
Ghost: People drop for many things. I could name a few for you.
Soap: Oh haha. I get that. But she be aiding in weapon trading or aiding in the slaughter of innocent people. She continues to use her power over her men. She's acting like a captain of her own military. There's no mentoin of theropy or someone stepping in for a physic eval, I mean after all though tours. It’s insane and inhuman. What if we do run into her we don’t know if she’ll attack. Or something.
Ghost: Well, we have to see. Maybe Graves can try contacting them. Possibly sense General Shepheard knows them. You can ask if you want to know so badly.
Soup: You're just doing it so you don't sound like an idiot if Graves says no.
Ghost: Could be true. Could not be true. Never hurts to try. Hmm?
Ghost raised an eyebrow with that. He always knows what to say to get something done. Soap sighed and picked up the file and headed toward the door.
Soap: You owe me a favor after this.
Ghost: Yeah, yeah.
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???: You got eyes on the target Wolf?
The sound radiates from your radio, you know who's calling. Fang. A friend that supported your decision on dropping from the military. Even rounded up people to help for when you resurfaced. You looked away from the sniper adjusting it so it rested on your knee and grabbed the radio.
Wolf: Yes, I got eyes on the target.
Fang: Remember, doing this alerts Los Vaqueros. Either they will see us aiding Sin Nombre or they will think we are giving them a taste of what we can do.
Wolf: Let’s just hope this goes smoothly, at this point they should know who we are.
Fang: Fine. Eliminate target when ready. When finished, get out of there. Don’t get caught by their dogs.
Wolf: Got it, out here.
When you first started practicing your aim on your military-grade sniper, let's just say you were not the best at hitting the targets. But now not even the recoil affects you know. One clean breath and a pull of the trigger and your target drops. Your target was one of Graves' men who sided with El Sin Nombre and was planning on giving important information for the cost of their protection. Of course the cartel would kill him as soon as he ran out of information useful for them. To you, you were helping. A way of protecting. You just hoped the rest of them saw it that way too.
The alarms blaring over and over makes you smile, you always loved a chase. You were fast, faster than most. That's probably why most people you know call you Wolf. Because when you ran it looked like you were hunting, all predatorial like. You knew people were running after you. With the sniper ramming its body against your back, you knew you became a bell. But that didn't stop you. You kept running, faster and faster. Soon making into the clearing, a safepoint. Somewhere you knew as a temporary home. The men following you are gone, lost in the woods. You never really ran hard, you liked running. It was something you were good at. You were good at a lot of things, mainly good at things you learned from when you were back in the military. Fighting along with your “brothers” and “sisters.”
You walked over to your tent and placed your weapon on top of its case. You knew you needed to clean it. You knew taking out that soldier could be seen in any view of men, but you didn't care. You did your job. That's all that mattered to you. Getting dirty so others don’t. You also knew Fang was going to yell at you to stop being slow on purpose. But right now, all you wanted to do was rest, rest on top of your very much stolen bed. All you had to do was close your eyes and drift off..
And you did just so..