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Quick Warning/ Note: Yes, Roach Is A Woman. If You Don't Like The Idea. Don't Read It.
All he could think about was Roach. Not the gut wrenching pain from, the now healing, wound he had acquired from Shepherds knife. Not about the fact he and Price where now the two most wanted men on earth. His mind was clouded with thoughts of was her.
She was dead, as was Ghost, by Shepherds hand. He had tried to kill Soap and The Old Man too. Yes, he had buried the knife in Soaps chest and had prepared to shoot him. That was until Price had intervened, only to be beaten within an inch of death. By then Soaps own adrenalin had kicked in.
He had ripped the knife out of his chest throwing it, blindly, at his attacker. It had hit its mark, burying itself in Shepherds eye, an instant kill. However the removal of the knife allowed the already gushing blood to steam out faster. He would be dead if it wasn't for Nikolai showing up, to rescue him and Price.
Now he sat at a desk, in the abandoned cabin. Fingers drumming on the side, despite the pain that made him want to scream with a simple breath. Everything in the blood red room mad him think of her. From the bright blue flower sitting on the desk. To the rain that rammed into the window behind him, sometimes a flash of lighting would light up the window, illuminating every single thing in the room.
Soap sighed and leaned back in his chair as sweet memories of the last five years flooded back. Everything from their first meeting, all the way to that one last kiss they had shared. Before that fateful assignment that had claimed her, and many others, lives.