Modern Warfare 2: Ghost
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Ghost & Roach collected the DSM & headed for the extraction point where they believed they would be safe. They were wrong. Betrayed by their superior, Shepherd. Who wanted the DSM for himself to become a war hero? He shot them both & proceeded to light Roach on fire & walk away with his new team the Shadow Company. Here's what happened next.
2nd FF! :)
Chapter 1: Hope
Where the bloody hell am I?
Suddenly pain shot through my body as I tried to move, like a hot lance had been thrust through my chest & out my lower back. My eyes flew open & what I saw was horrifying. Roach was lying a few feet away from me, alight.
That bastard… Shepherd… didn't bother to check… if we were alive…
Movement occurred within the smoke which attracted my attention, with little strength I had left I managed to prop myself up into a sitting position. The pain shot through my body again, almost causing me to pass out. Gritting my teeth I called out "Roach!"
He turned to look at me. His eyes were dead of hope, he could see me which made them flare a little. "G-Gh-Ghost." He whispered my name weakly. Determination shot through me.
"Hang on Roach, we'll get out of this. I promise."
"Yeah… right…"
His voice was so weak, I had to get him help now.. I felt around for my spare com since Sheperd took my usual one.
"Hello? Soap… Price… Is anyone there!"
"Ghost!"
"Soap! Thank god! Quick you have to help! I've been shot & Roach is severely burned & still burning, I can't help him. I dunno how much longer he can last."
"Ok, we're on our way. Price tell Nikolia, Ghost & Roach are still alive at the estate & we need to hurry. It doesn't sound like we've got long!"
"Ghost?"
"Yeah Price?"
"We'll get that bastard if it's the last thing we'll do."
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"Ghost?"
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"Ghost answer me!"
"I'm sorry Price, Ghost can't talk right now. Please leave a message."
"Shepherd! You bastard let them go now!"
"Sorry Price. I've got plans for them."
"Ghost!"
Soap's voice down the com jerked me back into reality, still lucid for Shepherd kicking me in the face, I managed to slip my hand into my uniform for the secret pistol I kept there for emergencies like this.
"Ghost."
I stopped moving. No way was Shepherd going to find my gun!
"See I knew you wouldn't die that easily. You're too stubborn. But that's what I get for ignoring that small thought at the back of my head." He smirked before he began pacing up & down in front of me. "I'm going to keep you alive - barley - until Soap & Price get here", he leant near my face, "then, I'm going to kill you."
"Fuck you!"
He kicked me across the face again. I spat the blood from my mouth & continued, "Why do this! What are you gonna get from it?"
"Revenge. See, 5 years ago I lost 1,000's of men, good men, in less than a fucking minute. Tomorrow, when I give this DCM in", he held it up before putting it back in his chest pocket, "there will be no shortage of volunteers. I know you understand me."
"Go to hell! Arghh!"
He twisted his foot into the wound he inflicted, then turned to Roach. "Shame, he was a good soldier." He pulled out his gun & aimed at Roach.
"No! Roach!" I looked at him & saw him die inside, even the hope I managed to restore had gone. He closed his eyes & braced for his death. I grabbed Shepherds foot, just as he shot, so he missed Roach by inches.
Shepherd turned to look at me, "not good enough Ghost." With that he turned around & shot Roach through the head.
"No!" I felt it then, what Roach had felt only moments ago. Hopelessness. Soap wasn't going to get here in time. It was over for me.
"Maybe now you'll respect your elders."
"Fuck you ass-"
He twisted his foot further into the bullet hole. The pain was too much & I blacked out.
