Hey guys!
Before you bite off my head and yell at me to finish my other story...these are simply...appetizers(?) so you don't have to wait so long for some update from me...these are just one shots, but I hope these help improve my writing while I'm MIA...
yea, hope these go well...
His breath quickened as he sprinted, bullets racing past him and chipping into the low brick wall he was trying to go to for cover.
"Roach! ETA!" MacTavish's voice rang out into his radio. Why were they separated? Roach got left behind...again...on a mission to the forests of Russia to stop a cargo convoy from leaving its depot. They managed to succeed, but Roach was chased away from the team as the chaos ensued. Roach was now racing away to their secondary extraction point.
"One minu-ARGH!" Roach fell, clutching the new gunshot wound on his left calf. Blood started to flow freely out of the wound, covering the ground he was on.
"Roach? What's wrong?" MacTavish asked worriedly.
"I've been hit!" Roach yelled, scrambling up as best he could and tossing a smoke grenade. As the canister hissed, he ducked under the brick wall he was aiming at beforehand and reloading his ACR.
"Standby, Ghost is coming to assist you." MacTavish replied.
"Yeah...get him to hurry his ass, will ya?"
"Already on it. ETA 30 seconds." Ghost's calm tone said through the radio.
Roach sighed, noting the smoke screen disappating. He quickly scrambled and threw another one, adding a stun grenade for good measure. A few grunts came from the smoke, leaving Gary to feel not so relaxed. His vision started to blur slowly, but he caught movement to his right.
"Roach, coming in from your right." Ghost called out.
"I see you. I'll provide covering fire." Roach nodded. He took a deep breath, raising his ACR and firing blindly into the smoke. His vision swam in front of him, and he wasn't sure what he was hitting until he spotted the familiar red glasses and skull balaclava next to him. He ducked back down as more bullets came back at them.
"That was so longer than 30 seconds." Roach joked with a goofy grin on his face.
"Shut up ya bugger. Can you walk?" Ghost asked, eyeing the still flowing wound.
"I should be fine...there's logs up there, aren't there?" Roach asked, scanning the way Ghost came from.
"A little. You should be fine." Ghost shrugged.
"Smoke and stun on three?" Roach held up his last smoke grenade. A crease formed on Ghost's balaclava as he found his stun grenade.
"Three." He tossed the stun first and Gary followed with his smoke screen quickly. Ghost pulled him up, and they ran as fast as they could towards the extraction point. Pain shot through Roach's left leg with every step, blood flowing more quickly down his leg now.
"'Tavish, ETA twenty." Ghost said smoothly, falling back to help him.
"No, I'm fi-" Roach almost let out a yelp of terror as Ghost carried him on his back and ran again. Bullets started to fly past them, and Ghost fell prone as Archer's voice spoke.
"I have you in my sights Ghost. Three tangos following. Wait for my signal."
"Roger that Archer." Ghost replied, shifting so he could get up quickly and still have Roach on his back. Roach was now thanking any spiritual or celestial being he believed in that he wore goggles that hid any form of outrageous blush he now held on his face.
A loud crack resounded, followed by two more.
"Ghost, you're clear. Head on up." Archer said quickly. Ghost complied, heaving both him and Roach up. Archer stood in front of them a few yards away, and they proceeded to find a helicopter starting it's propellers and MacTavish standing outside. As soon as they got within walking distance, Ghost put Roach down, supporting him standing up.
"Let's go you muppets!" MacTavish yelled over the roar of the propellers. Roach stumbled as he walked, his vision blending together. He felt lightheaded and dizzy as he took another stumbling step.
"Roach, you alright?" Archer asked, concern quite evident in his face. Roach tried to reply, but only mumbling came out. MacTavish turned, looking at Roach. Ghost looked down at his companion, a confused look hidden on his face. Roach tried to talk again, but the dizziness overwhelmed him.
"Catch him! He's fa-"
'I hate my life.' was the first thing Roach thought of when he opened his eyes. Dulled pain throbbed in his leg, and a blinding white light was shining into his eyes.
"...where the hell am I?" Roach asked out loud, not really expecting an answer.
"The infirmary."
"Holy shit! Captain!" Roach cried, turning to the left and spotting the laughing face of his captain.
"How are ya Roach?" he asked.
"...I feel like crap. What happened?" Gary asked, rubbing his eyes.
"You tell me what you remember." MacTavish prompted.
"...I got shot, Ghost came and helped me...then Archer shot some tangos...and the last thing I remember was you yelling at us...that's about it." Roach replied slowly.
"You passed out from blood loss as soon as you got to the helo. A lucky bullet grazed your artery, that's why you lost so much blood so quickly. MacTavish explained. They sat in silence, a pondering look on the captain's face.
"You know...you say some funny stuff when you're barely aware." he finally stated. Roach paled, unsure if it was good or not.
"...what did I say?" He really didn't want to ask, but it was better learning this way then having the others harass you to no end.
"Who's Cherise?" The captain asked.
"...my Ex..." Roach blushed deeply. MacTavish laughed loudly. "Don't laugh!"
"I can't help it when you made kissy faces to Ghost before you passed out!"
"I WHAT?" Roach cried out. No one would live this down, not even Ghost. This would be black mail material for years on end.
"Aye mate. Archer was trying to compress your leg, but you kept moving around so much he finally gave up and waited until you passed out in Ghost's lap." MacTavish laughed at the horrified look Roach had on his face.
"...OH MY GOD!" Roach cried out. MacTavish laughed louder again as he doubled over.
"I-I can't do it! You're way too gullible!" he admitted, tears streaming out of his eyes.
"Y-...wait, what?" Poor Gary was now beyond confusion.
"Made it up." The captain replied with a wave of his hand.
"...but C-"
"Kinda hard NOT to know when you were talking only about how great she was in bed a few months ago." MacTavish replied with a smirk. Blush formed on Gary's cheeks again as he glared daggers at his captain.
"I hate you."
MacTavish just laughed.
^w^ hope you liked it...