Recovery
Sargent Gary 'Roach' Sanderson grasped Ghosts shoulder, steadying himself while staggering towards the evacuation helicopter. He smiled as he saw General Shepard strode out of the chopper, his hands reached out to Roach. 'Do you have the DSM?' Roach nodded and reached into his chest rig and pulled out the DSM. He handed it to Shepard who smiled. 'Sir, Roach needs immediate medical attention.'
'Time to cut loose ends…' the general said to himself.
'SIR! Can you hear me?' Ghost shouted.
Shepard smiled and whipped out his Magnum, he fired a single round at Ghost, the bullet sunk into his chest and knocked him to the floor. 'No,' Roach managed to rasp. He threw himself at Shepard. Bang. Roach grunted, clutching his chest. Blackness consumed his vision and he fell.
The next time he opened his eyes he saw two other 141 soldiers, Roach growled, 'Why are you helping Shepard?'
One soldier looked at him and said, 'We were always under the Generals orders,'
Roach blinked and lost consciousness again.
He woke again to feel gasoline being poured onto his whole body, 'Bastards,' he swore, he looked up to see Shepard. He stood on above Roach and smirked. He sucked deeply into his cigarette, mocking him. Roach groaned and raised his right hand at him; all his fingers went down; all except for his middle one. 'Fuck you,' he said, and closed his eyes.
Archer swore as he saw all the events unfold through his sniper scope. 'Shepard betrayed us.' He said in a steely calm voice. Toad nodded, 'I thought so, that bastard,' He picked up his Magpul ACR (adaptive combat rifle) with an acog sight and ran down the hill. 'Where are you going?' Archer asked. 'I'm going to see if I can save them. If not, I'm going to at least give them a proper funeral.'