Call of Duty Ghosts 2
Chapter One: The Ghost Killer
July 5, 2027
The two battered Ghosts lay on the hot sandy shore, exhausted. The younger Walker brother's gaze fixes upon the retreating Federation fleet, his senses dull after the pain he has endured. Hesh closes his eyes, tired and sore after avenging their father's death. Footsteps approach, Logan's eyes widen, looking to his right his pupils dilate in reaction to the bright sun. His eyes finish adjusting and the blur morphs into the man he loathes most in this world. Rorke lifts his leg and stomps on Logan's face, the force pushing his head to the left. Unable to move, Logan's eyes water and his vision blurs, instinctively, Logan retrieves his knife and swings it at Rorke. Only for his arm to be caught, The Ghost Killer twists his arm upside down and drives his elbow into the bend of Logan's arm, breaking the bone, then he throws a straight punch at Logan's face. Blood ran out of his nose and down over his mouth. Rorke stood up and walked in front of Hesh.
"Look at what you did" Rorke said in anger as he motioned to the destroyed Federation fleet, his hand still holding the gunshot wound to his abdomen. Hesh slowly leaned forward to get up and kill the man, only to be kicked in the face and knocked flat on his back. Rorke points to Logan and approaches with heavy breaths, "you're good" he says as he kneels down, "you'd have been a hell of a Ghost… but that's not gonna happen..." Rorke leaned forward swiftly, a smirk plastered on his face in response to Logan's helplessness, "there ain't gonna be any Ghosts." He leaned back, "we're gonna destroy 'em together." The sadistic killer lifted Logan's leg and began dragging him away. Logan silently reached for Hesh, who had regained his wit.
"Logan…" he weakly called out. Rorke had dragged him a few more feet away now, "Logan!" Hesh called out again, stronger this time, letting his emotions cover his voice. He rolled over onto his stomach and crawled toward the two. "LOGAN!" He yelled with fear. Fear of what would happen to his younger brother. Logan's vison became blurry, his vision fading, as if peering through a small hole that only got smaller and smaller, he continued to reach for his older brother as he slipped away from reality and his world faded to black.
In the interest of time...
Logan awoke to find himself in what appeared to be the interior of a helicopter. Rorke stood there in front of him with two Federation soldiers aiming their weapons at him. Logan hung his head in defeat that made Rorke let out a deep chuckle.
"What are you laughing at?" Logan spoke through gritted teeth.
"What am I laughing at? Look at you! You're pathetic!" Rorke countered.
"Fuck you. Elias should've just shot your ass in Caracas"
Rorke chuckled again.
"It didn't go down the way Elias said it did."
"Fuck you! You're not gonna pick around in my brain! The Feds did it to you but you can't get me!"
"Look around kid, I already have you. Everyone breaks, some last longer than others but every single person has their breaking point, even Ghosts. I will get to yours Logan, it's just a matter of time."
Logan said nothing, although he did start to wonder if Rorke was telling the truth about Caracas, or if he was just being vindictive for what Elias did to him.
"You're a lair."
"You'll know everything soon enough Logan."