I started a story just like this a little while ago, but I didn't like how I portrayed the characters. So now im re-doing it. Some of these chapters will sound like the old ones for those of you who read the last one, but this story will have its own new twists.

Ghost cursed under his breath as he limped through the snow covered woods, his leg pouring blood onto the perfect white powder. His position had been ambushed, leaving him with a new bullet hole in his calf. He tried to stop the bleeding, but gave up and started moving in fear of more troops coming. His head grew lighter and lighter as he stumbled to MacTavishs position for help. By the time he reached his captain though, he couldn't even remember what he needed help for.

"Oi Tav!"

MacTavish looked up and found Ghost limping towards him, giggling. He dropped his gun and caught the Englishman just as he collapsed.

"You've been bleeding this whole bloody time!" MacTavish exclaimed as he lowered Ghost to the ground. He eyed the bloody trail the lieutenant left as he pulled out a med kit.

"What happened Ghost?"

Ghosts drunken giggling was now full blown laughter.

"W-what do you think happened? I couldn't stop the…. The…"

Between the pain of his captain compressing his leg and the laughter Ghost could no longer talk, Only gasp and make incoherent groans. MacTavish kept one hand on his friends leg and switched on his radio with the other.

"Come in Archer."

The radio cracked.

"Yes sir?"

"Ghost is down, we-"

Ghost shot up into a sitting position.

"Tell Archer I say hi!"

"Lay back down ya bloody loon!"

MacTavish now had one hand on his radio and the other on Ghosts chest. Archer remained silent, listing to his superiors bickering with amazement.

"Sir, do you want us to pull out?"

"What? Aye! Meet as close to my position as possible, we will meet you halfway. Make sure Toad is with you, Ghost has lost a lot of blood."

"Yes sir."

MacTavish dropped his radio and tried to get a grip on Ghost, who was struggling and laughing.

"Stop moving Ghost!"

"Make me ya bloody wanker!"

Fed up with trying to get Ghost on his feet, the Scotsmen just scooped his friends thankfully thin frame into a bridal carry and started up the trail. For some reason Ghost ripped off his mask, letting his thick brown hair fall into his eyes.

"You're a great friend Tav."

MacTavish tried to ignore Ghosts banter and focus on not tripping.

"Aye? Am I now?"

"Yuh, your great."

"Thanks mate."

"Can I ask you a question Tav?"

"I have a feeling your going to anyway."

"You gay?"

MacTavish stopped, shocked by the question.

"W-why?"

Ghost grabbed his captains collar and locked mouths with him. Both kissed for a full minute before Ghost parted his lips and finally passed out from blood loss. MacTavish just continued to stand, eyes wide. Finally he sighed and began walking again.

"I would have excepted this from Roach."