Modern Warfare 2: Ghost
- Ghost and Roach collected the DSM and 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 and proceeded to light Roach on fire before walking away with his new team, the Shadow Company. Set after the events of MW2.
*Disclaimer* I do not own the Modern Warfare 2 or the characters. No copyright infringement intended.
The original version of this story can be found on my fanfiction account 'Bleach Fox' here is the link:
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Chapter 1:
Where am I? What's going on?
These were my first thoughts when I regained consciousness. Opening my eyes I saw the sky above was clouded over, it looked like rain was coming. Yet it was oddly warm, turning my head, my eyes widened when I saw a bonfire lit next to me in the ditch where I lay, and someone was in the middle of it, I could smell the gasoline still in the air, it was on my clothes. Somehow I hadn't been set alight, I was just far enough from the flames that they couldn't reach me and burn me too.
Bastard! I thought furiously, remembering what Shepherd had done. Didn't even check to see if we were alive or not. Movement in the fire caught my attention and for a moment I thought I imagined it, then it happened again, he was still alive. "Roach…" I croaked, dragging myself closer to the flames. "Roach!"
The closer I got the more intense the pain became, the two bullet holes in my chest and stomach causing more damage with each movement. But I crawled closer to the fire, if Roach was alive then I needed to rescue him. Once I was as close as I could get, I had to rip off my mask so I could breathe properly, the smoke from the fire too dense for me to continue wearing it.
"Roach?!"
He shifted again at the call of his name, turning to face me. "G-ghost?" He said my name weakly, I only just caught the words. Slowly, he reached out a hand and I grabbed it as it left the flames, my hand protected from the heat by my gloves.
"Hang on Roach, I'll get you out of there. Just hold on for me." His eyes closed, a wry smile forming on his face, or the part of his face I could see, the rest was gone in the fire and I knew if I didn't get him out soon, he would die. "Open your eyes Sergeant!" They opened again at my command and he looked at me. "You will not die, now focus! Move it!"
Roach didn't move for a moment and he closed his eyes again. Then he opened them and I saw the determination inside them. Slowly he shifted onto his front and began crawling towards me and I grabbed his arm, hauling him out of the flames. It was lucky really, or just chance Soap suggested we wore fire retardant clothes for this mission, Roach would be dead without it.
"Ok, good." I managed to drag his further from the flames, to a safe distance before stripping off my jacket to stop the flames still on him. "How you holding up?" Roach just groaned and I chuckled softly, lying down next to him. "Yeah, I know the feeling."
"Comms…"
"Mmm?"
"You… spare comms…" Roach's hand gripped the edge of my vest jacket. "Soap… call Soap…"
"Shit, I'm an idiot." I cursed, fumbling in my pocket for the spare comm I kept for emergencies, Roach and Soap were the only ones who knew about it luckily. "Soap? Price? Is anyone there? Is anyone reading this?"
It took a few moments, bursts of static came through before Soap's voice rang clearly through. "Ghost? You're alive?!"
I laughed, turning to see Roach even managed to crack a smile. "Yeah, Roach is too but he won't last much longer, we need help. How far away are you?"
"We're on our way, about twenty minutes out, will he hold?"
I looked down at Roach who was staring at me with half lidded eyes. "I'll make sure he does."
"Roger, we'll be there soon, hold on!"
The line went dead and I dropped the comm on the floor, rolling Roach onto his back. "Ok Roach, they're coming, stay awake buddy." I slapped him hard when he didn't respond and his head jerked, eyes opening again to glare at me. "Good, now stay awake!"
Roach mumbled something incoherently so I leaned closer to him and he repeated it. "Behind you… Shepherd…"
I whirled around but was too late again, Shepherd's boot slammed into my face and I was thrown back, away from Roach and landed a good few feet away from him. Groaning in pain, my vision went blank for a moment as I rolled over, clutching my nose which was surely broken by the impact. After a moment it cleared and I saw Shepherd crouched in front of me, a sickening grin on his face.
"I knew you wouldn't die that easily, you're too stubborn, one of the best after all. That's why you were the Lieutenant of the Task Force. Don't worry, I'll keep you alive until Price and MacTavish arrive, then you'll meet your end. As for your friend, here… well I doubt he'll live that long." Shepherd turned away from me to face Roach who was unable to move, all he could do was face us and watch as Shepherd aimed the gun at his head.
"No!" I yelled, launching myself at the man's legs and tackled him to the ground. The bullet fired from his gun, missing Roach's head by a millimetre and he flinched, but he was still alive. "Bastard you won't touch him!" Shepherd managed to knee me in one of my wounds and my grip loosened on him enough for him to stand again. "Why?" I asked after a moment, glaring up at the man whose smirk disappeared at the question.
Kneeling down, he grabbed my shirt and hauled me up so we our faces were level. "Revenge. See, five years ago I lost thousands 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." I spat and he threw me to the ground, twisting his foot in one of the wounds he inflicted. "Argh! Bloody wanker!"
Shepherd just smirked, turning back to Roach and sighed. "It's a shame really, he was such a good soldier."
"No…" I couldn't move, Shepherd's foot was still planted firmly on my chest, I couldn't reach him, and I couldn't stop him. I met Roach's eyes and he knew, he knew he was going to die. He smiled, closing his eyes as the shot rang around the clearing, the bullet tearing through his head and he was dead. "Roach!"
"Not good enough Ghost, you didn't save him." I wasn't listening to him, I was still looking at Roach, hand outstretched towards him. I should have saved him, it was my fault he was dead, I failed him. "Maybe now you'll respect your elders."
My hand curled into a fist and I turned to look at Shepherd. "Fuck you asshole."
The smug expression he word quickly vanished and with a harsh kick to my face, I was out cold again.