So, as you know I have my other main story but this is really the writing that gets my brain ticking before I start to write, just don't expect this to be updated as often as my other story [living in the 1-4-1]. And yeah. Please enjoy!
I was running and running and running. Bullets whizzing past my head. I look over at Roach who was just in front of me. I turn my gun over my back and shoot blindly, hoping to hit some enemies. I turn around so I'm facing forwards and I see the heli that's coming in to land.
"Roach, There's the LZ!"
"Rodger that. See you there."
I focus on running, making it to the LZ.
I have to save my squad.
I need to take down Makarov.
I see an enemy gunning chopper come down close and fire blindly. I see Roach get shot in the leg and I watch in horror as I see him crumple. I drop down to the ground to avoid a RPG shot and I sprint up out of the tall grass and run over to him. I haul him up and drag him over to the LZ.
"Hold on Roach! We're almost there!" He grabs my sidearm and fires back at the approaching Ultranationalists.
"C'mon Roach, we're here." I reposition him so he's leaning on my shoulder and hobbling along. I see the door slide open and Shepard leaps out. He strides over to us and supports Roach's other side.
"Did you get the DSM module?"
"Yes sir." I answer
"Good. That's one less loose end." He reaches for his side arm and shoots Roach. Roach falls to the ground and I scream out. But before I can raise my gun to shoot I'm too lying on the ground and I see Shepard standing over me before the whole world turns black.
"Gary Sanderson was a great man, He fought for his country and died protecting us. He deserves to be honoured and he deserves to live on in History."
Applause burst out from the church. Seated before Roach's coffin was family, task force and friends. Ghost had since been M.I.A and was believed dead.
I awoke only to find a dark room. I felt a chill on my skin and I look down and see all my gear has been removed and only my shirt and pants remain. I could tell by the way the air rushed by my face that the skull balaclava and tinted shades had been removed.
I tried to move my arms but a cold blade slid into the flesh of my wrists. I move my right foot only for it to have the same fate. I raise my head but feel something dig into it cutting off my air supply so I lower it again and look straight ahead. I try to take in my surroundings and I find I'm in a massive abandoned warehouse.