The fire started burning through my clothes.
This is it.
The traitor's Pave Low had left not too long ago. I stared up at the sky, my hope slowly fading. My eyes began to close when out of nowhere there was movement in the woods next to us. Something flew through the air and landed on us. It was water. It splashed onto us and extinguished the fire. Gallons of it flew through the air. It washed away the gasoline and the fire was gone. Ghost shifted a little, but nothing more. He needed help, and fast. More and more water pounded on us. Whoever was throwing it seemed like they were going to drown us. Eventually, the water ceased and more movement occurred in the woods. I heard footsteps closing in on us and voices growing louder. Soldiers swarmed onto Ghost. They began tearing his uniform where his wounds were. A medic appeared and opened his first aid kit. He began to extract the bullets. Hope slowly began to build up inside me again. Suddenly, someone started to drag me into the woods by hooking their arms around my shoulders. Another soldier helped by picking up my feet, allowing us to move faster. I looked over to where Ghost was being picked up. Time seemed to slow when I saw who was helping carry him. It completely shocked me, mostly because I hadn't seen her in five years. She was easy to identify by her bright, blonde hair and her favorite weapon that was slung over her shoulder, the Scar-H. It was Kassie "Sassy" Semma. I couldn't take my eyes off of her out of disbelief. Here she was, right before my eyes after all these years saving my life and Ghost's. We moved quickly through the woods until we came to another clearing and I heard a helicopter. I was carried onto it followed by Ghost. After we were laid on separate beds, Kassie turned to me.
"You really can survive anything, Roach." She said as she smiled at me.
I smiled back, thankful for her help.
"Back to the base!" She yelled.
"Yes, Captain!"
And with that, the helicopter rose into the air.