Jamierose❦

Chapter Four: El Soldaro

Chapter Four Song:

They Don't Want What We Want (And They Don't Care) - Asking Alexandria

"There's something strange going on in this room

The walls are melting, I can hear the ceiling screaming to come down

I can't believe we built this room

It was meant to be a sanctuary, not a prison

There's something strange going on in this house

It's like we're pushing all these buttons, trying to start a war

Amongst ourselves, but we don't know what we want"

Las Almas, Mexico

Team Ghost landed in Las Almas, Mexico and were greeted by Alejandro and Rodolfo, who were waiting ever since Laswell gave the heads up for their arrival for a mission.

"Welcome back, hermanos!" Alejandro grinned widely. "Ah, and I see you've brought a new friend."

"It's good to see you. This is Roach. Since we need more coverage, we need an extra man." Soap said, approaching the two with the team.

"I see, let's get going and we'll talk on the road."

Everyone was situated in the jeep with Roach sandwiched between Ghost and Soap, Alejandro in shotgun, and Rodolfo driving, like old times as they say.

"We heard you had to let Valeria go." Soap mentioned.

"Yes, but we'll get her again.The only problem is, we ended up losing her." Alejandro explained.

"Since then, El Sin Nombre hasn't exactly been on our radar, until now." Ghost and Soap looked at each other.

"Why's that?" Soap asked, looking forward again.

"If I had to guess, she's planning something. She should stay in hiding since she managed to hide in the first place, but to come around after all this time?" He glanced back at Soap.

"So, how can this help us with our mission?" Ghost got to the point.

"Straight to the point as usual. You mentioned soldiers being paid off by a cartel that may be involved, which could be Las Almas, we'll find Valeria through them. They will be in our in."

"Do you know if there's any activity on the Russians in this area?" Soap asked in addition.

"Now that you mention it, yes, they've been spotted around the same time Valeria's activity was spotted."

"Coincidence?" Soap looked at Ghost.

"Unlikely." Ghost said plainly, looking from Soap to the front.

"This won't be like before, though. She knows us, but she doesn't know about your la cucaracha." Rodolfo notes glancing in the rearview mirror at Roach. Alejandro cracks a smirk.

The team arrived nearby an area that appeared abandoned. According to Alejandro, his source's intel said this is where activity with El Sin Nombre and Russians was picked up. It seemed like a spot for on-the-low discussions, and possibly more.

They had parked somewhere further, walked the rest of the way, and were now scouting in the distance to see if there was any current activity. There were Russian soldiers coming out of the building, and Mexican soldiers heading inside.

"Your intel was good, so what's the plan?" Soap asked, glancing at Alejandro.

"We'll have to scout it out, and take them quietly. Roach will play a bigger part later if we're able to get information from here. However, we don't want to lose the element of surprise, so Rodolfo and Roach will stay back to survey from afar and be our backup." Alejandro explained, looking from the building to Soap.

"Ghost, you can set up on whichever building gives you the best advantage point.

The plan was executed smoothly. Teamwork was exceptional, and they captured the soldier who was present when the video was recorded. He had been there with you, and Makarov. It was his uniform reflected, giving away Mexican soldiers' involvement.

There was no point in asking him where you were, let alone Makarov, though he let something slip regarding the Las Almas cartel, and Valeria.

"Pinche pendejo. El Sin Nombre will be displeased that you told us all we need." Alejandro smirked widely, though he half bluffed, implying he knew everything he needed when really there's gaps needing to be filled. So, they had to keep leading him on.

"No, El Sin Nombre won't do anything." The team took this as she's not the one who is calling the shots here. Though, as she once said, as long as there's a war on terror, there will never be a war on drugs. Therefore, Valeria's cards are on the table somehow. This benefits her, and Alejandro needs to find out how.

"Whatever you say." Soap knocks him out with his gun. Soap and Alejandro untie him, and leave him. They figure it best to follow him once he wakes, to lead them to the lion's den.

Author's Note

--

Inspiration is indeed from mixing the games and possibly the Ghost comics. I've been winging this, so I tend to add things to the plot (at least in my head), even after I already publish the chapters. So, this will be like a continuation from MW2 after it leaves on a cliffhanger regarding Makarov. 

Plus, I was inspired by MW3's kidnapping situation, except since I want this to be an x reader for fellow Ghost fans, it's going in the "fan service" direction opposed to a serious, ideal, gameplay proposal.

Also, if you haven't seen my updates on the discussions of my profile, I've been exhausted and stressed by work and personal problems. It's kind of a lot to unpack, but maybe I'll share this sometime.

So, even though I am happy and excited to be writing again (it's been years), I'm not updating as often as I'd like to. I'm writing, slowly but surely, and when I am really tired I just try to get to the point to also not bore ya'll with in-depth details, like with missions as if it were actual gameplay. However, if there are certain details ya'll want to read more often, let me know and I'll see what I can do.

Chapter Three Song: Leave It All Behind - Cult To Follow

“Suffocate everything They complicate everything They seal your fate everyday but you can't believe it Take yourself far away from nothingness A million miles from emptiness And leave it all behind you”

Warehouse Unknown Location

Task Force 141 met at a warehouse, a private place to discuss sensitive details of their new mission. Considering the situation, there will be additional assets to the team. Gary “Roach” Sanderson, and Alex.

The two of them have met before, and Alex knows the members of Task Force 141, though he’s not exactly fond of anyone. He was somewhat hesitant to join, but being it’s regarding the President, he caved.

Roach is practically a “rookie” compared to everyone else, but he’s got experience under his belt nonetheless. Overall, it was almost like a “family” reunion.

The president was on video-call, everyone stood around a table across the laptop, and a map and files spread across the table, and a drawn diagram of their plans on a whiteboard.

The overall mission is broken down between two teams in two places. Team Ghost will venture Mexico. Their goal is to expand their vague lead by getting through to the Mexican soldiers who are paid off by the cartel.

By finding a link between the soldiers and the cartel, perhaps there is a link between the cartel and Russians. Just like with Hassan. This means a possible recurrence of El Sin Nombre, A.K.A., Valeria. It also means Alejandro 

“Since we don’t know exactly if they are holding y/n, we will split up to cover ground faster.” Laswell explains. The two teams' photos are pinned to the map.

“Ghost, Soap, and Roach will head to Mexico and see what can be dug up, regarding any rumors or activity. Price, Gaz, and Alex will chase a lead in Russia regarding Makarov.”

“What exactly will we be searching for in Mexico if we’ve no leads there?” Soap questions.

“The reflection of the uniform in the video suggests the army. Possibly someone paid off, which we know isn’t unheard of.”

“Cartel.” Ghost concluded.

“Exactly. That’s as far as a lead we’re starting with. I recommend speaking to Alejandro Vargas considering they had to release Valeria not too long ago. They’ll be waiting for your arrival.”

“I’ve been told it’s better not knowing about this Task Force, but I trust Kate, so I trust you all. Please bring her back safely. Whatever it takes.” The president spoke up. “We will, sir.” Captain Price promised with his assuring, warm smile. “Is there anything we should know regarding her rescue, sir?” Ghost asked. It was a simple rescue mission, but it obviously wasn’t. There was something about this, though there wasn’t anything else to go off on. Until then, Ghost singularly focuses on the facts.

“She hasn’t done anything, if that’s what you mean?”

“No, sir. Just don’t want to leave out any important details.” Ghost didn’t push any further.

With that said, the rundown was concluded and everyone split from the table, grabbing their gear and supplies to load up on the plane. 

“It’ll be like old times.” Soap smiles before recognizing the way Ghost was in thought. “You ‘right, Ghost?” Soap said, bringing him back from his thoughts, meeting Soap’s eyes.

“Affirmative.” Ghost responded, then turned away from the table, grabbing his gear, and making his way out of the warehouse to the plane.

What was going on in his mind? The thought of being captured, tortured, he’s reminded of a past that shaped him. He could completely sympathize, but he separated emotions from the mission. He’s concerned for y/n, but that’s all it was. Besides, what would happen if you’re all to fail this mission? 

Not that he’d dream of it, albeit there’s always a possibility nonetheless. Yet, he will not allow failure to be an option.

Author's Note

--

Hey guys! As I've said before, I'm totally going with the flow. I decided that some extra characters I'm going to enter in this universe will be, of course, Roach and Alex. I read up a bit on their crossover in COD Mobile (I should've read these comics before). 

If I didn't say this before, I'm doing a different direction with the storyline with inspiration here and there. Again, I hope you enjoyed! :)

Chapter Two Song: Astronomical - SVRCINA

"I'm drawn to the unknown, where shadows hide A slave to the powers that magnetize There's something inside of me, I can't fight"

Unknown

You didn’t know where you were, but what you did know was that it wasn’t home. Gagged with a sack over your head, you would hear various language changes around you. The first time your sack was lifted was when someone was looking at you to confirm your presence. 

The second time, groggily opening your eyes with the lights pressuring you to keep your eyes closed, you found yourself facing a camera. The person who spoke affirmed your death by the end of the month, which wrapped the video up. 

All at once you’re engulfed by your emotions, but most of all you are confused and angry. You couldn’t be protected, though you didn’t resent anyone for this. Most of all, you couldn’t protect yourself, but…It’s not your fault. Calm down.

You’ve learned to feel when you should, hold back when you shouldn’t but need to, and let it out when your body is ready. Right now, you shouldn’t but you need to hold together.

After the video was recorded, they didn’t bother to cover your head again. Someone sat at a desk in the corner of the room, probably to prep the video and send it out. The one on the laptop wore a certain uniform, opposed to the other person who had what sounded like a Russian accent. He had been leaning against the wall across from you since then, eyes bore into you as if he saw through you.

You didn’t recognize him, or maybe you did? Well, you certainly will with the way he stares. “Makarov, she wants to speak with you.” Someone entered the room, but not even that broke his stare from you. Maybe he was studying you. Something was up, but without knowing who he was, you were at a loss.

“Coming.” He said, then pushed himself off the wall, eyes to the door as he made his way out.

Time passed, and when the door opened you were quickly sacked again and moved out of the room. As you tried your best to walk straight without seeing, you were distracted by the sounds around you as well. You could feel it when you were outside. As you came to a halt, you heard a familiar voice. “Lovely.” 

You couldn’t pinpoint it, but an alarm went off in your head. The voice didn’t sound present though, perhaps a video call? You felt that you knew this voice. You were pulled and pushed forward into a car and two people sat on either side of you. There was no use in a struggle, so you felt you just needed to absorb everything, no matter how much you didn’t want to sit still. 

You must’ve fallen asleep in the car, because before you knew it you were awakened by the halt of the car. Immediately, you’re being pulled out of the car and the sack was removed from your head. “From now on, behave, and you won’t suffer the way I had intended. You have someone to thank for this.” Your breath halted as you met eyes with the one called Makarov, then caught sight of the large building behind him.

“Who?” You spoke for the first time in a while, which came out croaky from the lack of hydration. “No questions, girl.” He shut you down and gestured with the nod of his head instructing for you to be taken inside.

You were taken to a bedroom, sat on the bed, rope cut from your wrists, then you were left alone. The doors were closed and locked from the outside. For a moment, you rubbed your wrists, taking in the interior of the room. It wasn’t like the white house, the aesthetic and design was very different. 

You couldn’t help but feel you knew who was behind this, but it was hard to fathom. Being you were alone, and presumably free to roam, you stood from your bed and immediately checked the large mirror beside the wardrobe closet. 

Such a mess.

Without lingering on your image long, you went to the bathroom. First thought was to drink the sink water, then strip down and get into the shower. Yes, you were captive, and this was odd hospitality for someone supposedly on death row until the end of the month, so you couldn’t help but feel maybe it was a bluff or something. Something being…sick? 

You didn’t have the energy to cry or be upset about it right now. After your shower, you checked the wardrobe. Someone had brought your clothes over to wherever you are now.

You selected something comfortable, non-restricting to your body, in case of anything. A plain black tank with black sweats. You brought the hairbrush at the vanity table to the bed and you sat in the middle, slowly brushing your hair as you were deep in thought. Tears swelled in your eyes as the overwhelming rush of frustration caught up to you, dripping onto the bed as you kept your head down.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Author’s Note --

Chapter One Song: The Day The World Went Away - Nine Inch Nails

"The sweetest price he'll have to pay The day the whole world went away"

WHITE HOUSE WASHINGTON D.C.

"Unless you want her back in a body bag, here's what we want."

The president sat at his desk, a laptop playing a video forwarded to him from an unknown source. Several men stood behind him. A deafening silence settled over after the video ended.

"Mr. President, we aren't able to trace the source yet, but-"

"Get me Kate Laswell." The president interrupted.

--

Laswell is sitting at her desk when she receives a video call. She pauses from her paperwork and answers. 

"Good morning, Mr. President. This is a surprise." 

"Morning, Laswell. Listen, I have a problem." The president clasps his hands together on the desk as he looks directly at his laptop.

"What's the problem, Mr. President?" Laswell said, a neutral yet attentive expression.

"I need Task Force 141." Laswell's hardened expression remained.

"Task Force 141 is a special group Mr. President. One of the best, if not the very best if I say so myself. May I ask the nature of the request?"

"I'll explain everything once you guarantee that they are on board with this mission."

"I'll speak to them, sir, but is there something you can give me that I can give them? Otherwise, I don't-"

"It's my niece. She's been taken."

Laswell's eyes softened as the two of them sat there with locked eyes.

"I'll set up a meeting." Laswell concludes.

--

A PUB, SOMEWHERE

Captain Price gets word from Laswell to meet up with 141 at a bar to talk, though without context besides the part that it's urgent. The pub was nearly empty, which made it convenient for an on-the-low meet as usual.

"Kate, it's good to see ya." Price smiles warmly as Laswell makes her way over to the table where all of 141 sat, except one.

Laswell takes a seat adjacent to Price. "You as well, Price. I see everyone's here except Ghost. Where is he?"

"Right here." He appears out of nowhere, taking a seat at the end side of Soap.

"It's good to see everyone. I'm just going to get right to the point, because trust me when I say that these are special circumstances."

"Special circumstances?" Soap inquires.

"How special, Kate?" Price added.

"The president's niece has been kidnapped." Laswell spoke lowly so only the table could hear.

"Say what?" Soap whisper-yelled.

"You heard me, and he specifically requested 141 for the job."

There was a drop in the atmosphere as everyone halts, looking to one another then to Laswell.

"I'm sure we all get this is important," Price spoke as he glanced around at everyone, then to Laswell, "but how did this bloody happen? Do we know who and why?"

Without a word, Laswell brought up a file from under the table and handed it to Price. He opened it, carefully reading before passing it over for the others to take a look-see.

"As you can see, that's a photocopy of footage from a video that was received yesterday. At first, I thought it was from Russia due to the uniforms, but if you take a closer look, the reflection behind indicates that they're working with soldiers in Mexico. They could be in either location, so we have to figure that part out. As far as we know, we don't know."

Ghost was the last to look at the file. As he closed it, Laswell handed Price a photo of the president's niece.

"Jamierose Harlow." Laswell proceeded to describe your height, build, and everything else from what you last looked like according to the President.

"We don't know how this happened, which is why we're going to find out."

"Alright, pause, let me get the details straight." Price passes the photo along to the others.

"The president's niece, Jamierose, has been kidnapped by Russians and Mexicans who seem to be working together, and we aren't sure where she is and we don't know how this happened, which could potentially mean the president could be in danger as well, and we're being sent on a rescue mission. What exactly was said on the tape? Is this blackmail? A bargain?" Price unloaded his questions along with a reiteration of the situation.

"There were no demands. It didn't appear to be blackmail. According to the president, they just want to show their power by sending her body back by the end of the month. He said after he watched the video it was sentenced to self-termination, so it was erased after it was watched." Laswell answers.

"When do we start?" Ghost asks, and everyone looks from him to Laswell. 

"Right away."

Author's Note --

This is my first Call of Duty fanfic, so bear with me! 

FYI!

I am publishing on both Wattpad (secularpoet) and Tumblr.

Here's my vision for this story: when I thought of this idea, I realized it could go two ways; as a sub-plot fanfic like a new game, and a fanfic romantic x reader. 

Two Books?

I'm not sure if I'm going to write two separate books that way yet, but this one is for the romantic x reader to fulfill everyone's alternate reality fantasy, including mine!

Selective Romance?

I also thought about making this selective between you choosing who you want your romance to be with. It would be inspired by the style of role-play games (RPG's). 

It would just mean after getting to a certain part in the storyline, the remainder of the story would depend on who you want a romance with, which means your choices are Gaz, Ghost, Price, Alejandro, or Soap. I would do more like with Valeria, Rodolfo, and so on but it would already be a lot of developing.

If not that route, it would only be a romance with just Ghost, because that was my original plan. 

However, I do want everyone to enjoy this plot as well as enjoy their time with anyone they choose, or all of them, so I could figure a way out to write out all characters in some fashion of a romantic angle with you.

The Plot!

Most importantly, and excitedly, I have plot twist galore ideas to come regarding the storyline, which is why I really thought it cool if it were its own game or story without the romance. I thought of this post-shower the other day when I was deep in thought about Ghost... I am honestly so excited to share this idea though. I think this will take place right after MW2 in a way.

The Timelines and Canon Gameplay?

I've got to wing my own plot and development of the characters, and so forth. I'm more focused on the aftermath of MW 2019 and 2022, but I may have different ideas pop up going forward regarding the other games.

I also personally believe the comics Simon "Ghost" Riley's origin needs a revised reboot. His character persona in the past and present of the comics just don't sync accurately in the games in my opinion, so I hope to develop him in a way that is still in-character.

Music!

I thought it would be cool to add a song at the top of each chapter to go along with, but if you don't like the idea and would prefer the playlist itself, or if you want both, then let me know. The playlist I made is ongoing, and I tend to keep adding and removing songs since I'm indecisive, but hopefully by the end I will have it revised and in order! 

I'm open to song ideas as well, but I am picky as I pay attention to the lyrics and the atmosphere of the song and I debate if it goes well or not, but fret not, I can make gather everyone's recommendations into an honorable mentions playlist! :)

Critique and Discussion!

Also, I would appreciate any corrections and such in case I am not presenting things accurately. A lot of this I am winging it after watching the gameplays and kind of doing my own thing. Aside from that, I would love to discuss the games with ya'll and I'd love to hear feedback and critiques on anything. Just remember to be kind, friendly, and civil even when being honest.

What⠀

happens⠀

if one day⠀

the voice in my⠀

head just disappears⠀

⠀

⠀

🧨 inspired once again by Cameron Monaghan‘s Jerome Velaska and Jeremiah Velaska ⠀

...⠀

Sincerely,⠀

One of my favorite looks so far.

The noir versus the colored gives off a much different vibe- 🧨

Do you ever just feel so

voided

it is like nothing

exists

⛔️FLASH WARNING⛔️

I’m not fake, nor real.

False, nor true — I am an idea.

It took me awhile to come back to update from my last post about my senior seminar project... Anyways, most of the stuff I had typed in my docs had to do with questions towards the plot and such, but what I am more interested in right now is developing a foundation on the communication from the movies to the real world if that makes sense?

Please please please feel free to discuss or ask questions regarding this topic to help guide my thoughts on writing my proposal! Here are some things I have gathered after rewatching the franchise for 2 months:

Jigsaw asks Eric why he is so desperate to get his son back. I sort of relate this to how Jigsaw is not only testing people's will to live but their appreciation of life in general, meaning the lives of others not just their own.

When Kramer kidnapped Cecil and is talking to him about how "good doesn't lead to good. bad doesn't lead to bad." He gives examples such as, someone can steal and live a good life. People lie and cheat and get elected as president. This can also be a point to mention in terms of communication to the real world when dissecting Kramer's message and mantra. Obviously, his motives has self contradictory and flaws, but we gotta look passed them and talk about the message first.

If Amanda was cutting herself in her “past self,” but then it is revealed that she has been cutting herself again in Saw III, but on her thighs so it isn’t obvious, why did she resume doing this from the past? Does this mean she was never “healed” as John Kramer said to his ex-wife revealed later on, and did he have his suspicions about Amanda? Is this why he tested her a second time? Were his suspicions what brought him to test Amanda to see if she really changed over time, or to see if there was something to her that was becoming her flaw for the games? In terms of communication to the audience, this could be about how with Kramer's method and mantra it's not perfect and results are not gonna be perfect, and there's never truly healing or fixing someone.

Kramer was right that Jeff didn’t learn anything in general. Every time he was tested throughout the game he always hesitated on saving each person, so I don’t think his intentions were genuine when he attempted to “save” them. This is more the evidence that Jigsaw's method is still flawed. However, it is present that Kramer's mantra may had been more about appreciating ones own life, but appreciating the lives of others around you. And in some cases, being forgiving and moving on.

Kramer told Hoffman it can never be personal, yet a lot of his games seemed to be personal.

I think this movie (Saw V) was about showing how Hoffman had the capability of being Kramer’s successor, or being as good as him, but in Saw VI it goes wrong the moment he decided to get cocky and use Strahm’s hand to plant fingerprints. Also connecting back to my first point about him killing Seth and using a different knife. I was debating on this one, but I think how this can tie to the real world in terms of what the plot of Hoffman communicates is that sometimes people who do have potential and capabilities sometimes get in over their head and get cocky and reckless. This can be expanded on more, but it’s 2:32AM and I am wrecked.

Saw VI communicates to the real world specifically on an issue about the Health Crisis in 2009(?)

“You can’t help them. They have to help themselves.” - Kramer

“I anticipate the possibilities and let the game play out.” - Kramer

“That leaves a lot to chance.” “If you’re good at anticipating the human mind... it leaves nothing to chance.” - Hoffman and Kramer

In Saw I-IV, there’s a common concept of “the villain is right in front of you, but you don’t realize it.” In Saw I, John Kramer is pretending to be dead. In Saw II, Amanda is in the game. In Saw III, Hoffman is at Troy’s crime scene. In Saw IV, Hoffman is at Kerry’s crime scene and in the game when Rigg is being tested. I’m not totally sure what it is I am wanting to say to relate this back to the real-world, but by all means pitch in. It was just something interesting to point out, because of course with the change in directors and such we get different structure in the Saw movies.

The immense representation of the women dying brutally in Saw VII/3D

When I was rewatching the Saw series with a friend a thought came to me -- while watching Saw II. When Amanda was filling the bathtub with water I turned to my friend and asked  “Wait, so if they have running water in that building then doesn’t that mean John is paying a water bill?” “Yeah-” “Then why didn’t the cops think to check any of his bills for the buildings he owns?” *realization intensifies in said friend* And she proceeds to make a Garcia reference from Criminal Minds, which we now always refer to because she has appointed me the “Garcia of Saw”