What's up guys! This my first Call of Duty Ghosts One-Shot. I hope you like it! Please be gentle; I'm sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes, but nobody's perfect 3

His burden

Elias T. Walker was the happiest man in the world as he held his new born son tightly in his arms. The toddler appeared so small in comparison to his hand, which he held just above the baby. The soft touch of the baby's hand let Elias's heart skip a beat. He couldn't believe the little wonder package in his arms was real. It felt so similar to the first time he became a 'dad', though on the other hand completely strange and different. How would his elder son David react to his baby brother? He wondered if they would fight a lot when they're older. The thought made him chuckle slightly. This particular moment felt so perfect and peaceful.

The firm touch on his shoulder, let Elias flinch and snap out of his daydream. He turned, only to face a woman in scrubs who seemed to be stressed because of something. Right in the moment as she shoved Elias aside and took his son away from him, he realised what was actually going on. Frantic doctors and nurses paced around the room. This was a bad sign; something was wrong...

"Mary!" He tried to rush to the bed in the middle of the room, trying his best to get through the nurses to his wife. Soon he was stopped by a doctor and dragged outside. He could only catch a small glimpse of the weak frame on the bed, through the wall of people, as the door swung closed. Elias tried to free himself but wasn't able too. Panic had already taken over his mind and controlled his body.

"Calm down, sir!" A nurse begged. With the light sound of fear in her voice, so Elias stopped himself. As the doctor noticed Elias's change of mind he let go of him.

"What is wrong with my wife?!" He wanted to know. breathing heavily. The doctor hesitated before he enlightened him.

"There were unpredictable complications after the detachment of the umbilical cord."

"What does that mean?" Elias's heart dropped as he asked the question. The doctor, who stood in front of him, couldn't keep up eye contact. His glance drifted to the ice cold tile floor. His hands clutched the clipboard he held even tighter, while sweat build up on his forehead. He couldn't possibly tell the man that his wife was on the edge of dying. At least the child was fine as far as he knew.

"Your wife has lost much blood, Mr. Walker. We can't tell if she will pull through." The doctor swallowed. Elias's world collapsed above him like a card house in the wind. He hoped this was just a nightmare and he would soon wake up; his arms wrapped around Mary and his new born son. How would he tell David that his mother was dead? No matter the cost he wouldn't let this happen. His boys need their mother; he needed their mother.

"No…" Elias hissed as the nurse let him to sit down on the bench behind him. "Is their nothing you can do?" Tears build up in Elias's eyes, but not tears of joy and happiness, what they were supposed to be; no those were tears of desperation and apprehension.

"Sir, the people treating your wife do their best, to ensure her survival." The nurse sat down beside Elias and wrapped her arm around him."I talked to her before the birth and she really was excited to finally see her son live and breath. She will live." The female reassured, her voice shaky but still trustworthy. He buried his head in his hands, still a single tear found it's way through. It shattered on the floor, like Elias's faith.

A life without Mary was unthinkable for him. He had already lost to much beloved people in his life. They say as a soldier, you can deal with death. Everyone, who claims this is totally wrong. It tears you apart from the inside out, until nothing of you is left. Elias had already lost his best friend; he was not ready to let more people he cares for go.

"Right,…Mary really was looking forward to our baby, from the first day she knew she was pregnant. I remember, how our first born son, David, would ask her everyday, if it's going to be a boy or a girl. She always asked him if it mattered. He replied that a boy would be better because he would have someone to play adventurers with." Elias related to the interested Nurse, who listened attentively. She offered him a handkerchief as she noticed the tears across his face, which he took thankfully. Whipping the water drops from his face he continued;
" Secretly I also wished for a boy. On the day Mary and I were at the ultrasound scan, I walked into the room with my fingers crossed, hoping for a boy. My wish came true." A small smile came across Elias's features, as he thought about this special moment.

"Have you already picked a name?" The young woman wanted to know as she returned a slight smile back. The smile on his face vanished out of the sudden. The reason why they picked their son's name wasn't something you would laugh about.

"We have. His name's going to be Gabriel. I thought it would be nice to name him after my best friend" Elias declared, looking down at his hands. He grimaced, because those hands where responsible for his best friends death.

"Is their a particular reason for this?" She wondered.

"Their is; my friend died during a field operation. I couldn't save him, so his legacy should be carried on by passing on his name to my son." He added a slight tone of grief noticeable.

"I see…" The female nodded, but not really sure what to think about the whole situation.

The two of them talked late into to the night. Elias told her stories of his life as soldier and she in return listened respectful and let him tell his tales. He told her about a group of soldiers called the Ghosts. It was a story of men who risked everything for a greater purpose and succeeded, though they had to pay a high price. She wanted to hear more stories about the Ghosts, but Elias refused to tell her more. He just pretended their wasn't more.

At some point during the night she could convince Elias to go home to catch some sleep, in order to collect positive energy for his wife. That was what he did, though he didn't get a wink of sleep. No wonder; none knew if he would ever hear the voice of Mary again. The future seemed to be uncertain. Above all that he was just glad his son was fine. That's what Mary probably had wanted him to think…

"Gabriel…!" She shot awake. Her heart nearly exploding in her chest by the sudden action her body made. A burst of pain resonated through her whole body. She wrapped her arms around her belly in agony. Sweat ran down the sides of her face. The sweat seemed hot on her cold and pale skin. In fact she was so pale, people could think she was a corpse. Dark circles decorated the areas under her eyes. IV-Tubes were spread all across the bed. It didn't matter to her how many tubes they had plugged into her; she needed to find her son. Her mother sense told her to do so. He was in danger; she had no time to lose.

She forced her limp body to lean over the edge of the bed, but instead of getting up she fell out of it. In the process she ripped out all the tubes. She whimpered out in pain, her face pressed against the floor. Her left arm dragged her forward, until a violent pull between her legs stopped her. Hissing for air, she noticed there was one last tube attached to her between her legs. Digging her fingernails into the floor, she got ready to pull it out. With a firm grip she took it and one determined pull was enough to realise her from the plastic chain. It hurt so much, she bit her fore arm, causing it too bleed.

Again her arms dragged her forward. She reached the door, where a wooden chair stood. One arm after the other made it's way up to the top. She seized the first thing in her view what was a door handle. Supporting her weight by pressing her body against the door she opened it. It swung open and slammed against the wall, causing a loud bang to fill the dark hallway. Only the lights of the emergency exit sign lightened up the way. Right next to the door a railing was attached to the wall. She made her way down the hall way by bracing on it, her arms constantly pulling forwards. Suddenly her arms lost the grip and she fell down, landing right on her face.

"Elias…where… are you? I…need…you." She cried painfully. Suddenly the sound of a babies cry cracked into her ear. Without a doubt this was her son. He needed her right now. She bit her lip and generated enough energy to pull herself to the door the noise came from. She entered a small room, where some medical supplies where stored. Her foot kicked against something on the floor, but it was not hard like wood, metal or stone. Under the strobing light of one of the machines; a death body was visible. In shock she noticed that it was a security man. Someone must've broken in and this someone is after her baby.

Her body pumped more adrenalin to keep her going. She grabbed the gun from the body. Leaning against the wall, she checked the mag. Only two bullets where left. Turning right she noticed a giant glass window, which let her look into another room. The cries she heard before must have come from in there.

In the middle of the room stood a lonely crib. Her son was in that bed she felt it, but he wasn't alone in there and her fear was justified. A dark figure stood above the bed, taking the toddler out. The toddler floundered uneasy in the person's arms. This was enough; no one touches her son without permission. She hammered against the glass wall with all her strength. Her actions ultimately caught the shadows attention, who walked over to her; the baby still holding. She could not make out the persons face, because it was covered with a hood. Only the lower part of the face was visible, indicating to her that it was a man.

"Let go of my SON!" She yelled her lungs out, sending a flash of paint again throughout her body. She punched the glass, making it crack. Sharp shreds of glass pierced into the side of her hand. She gasped out in pain. Blood ran down her hand; over the fire arm in her hand. This was the hint she needed. She brought up the gun to eye-level, shooting at the glass. The bullet hit, sending pieces of glass flying in all directions. A rather huge piece brushed her left cheek. The figure appeared above her, while she tried to get up again. A slight push with a boot sufficed to keep her on the floor.

"Mary, I expected more from you; really I did." The mysterious man stated, sliding the gun out of her hand. "You have seen better times, don't you?" He added as he circled around her, eyeing her closely.

"Look what a mess you made!" he cursed, grabbing her long brown hair. He turned her, so she was facing the doorway. It was covered in blood and other body liquids. They all seemingly originated from her.

Right in that moment she noticed that her cloth was soaked with blood all between her legs. "Cleaning crew will have a bad time cleaning up."

"How…do you…know my… name?" Mary hissed.

"Let me think…Oh yeah! I fucked you before Elias did!" The man brought his face to hers. Mary could fell his breath on her skin. "You know this baby was supposed to be my son!" He whispered into her ear coldly.

Mary knew who the man was with the end of his sentence, she had now doubt.

"Rorke…is that…you? I…I…thought you…were dead."

"Yes, yes it's me I'm back from the dead" Rorke grinned joyful, still holding the boy in his arms. He threw a sulky glare at Mary, who was on the edge of passing out. "What? No welcome back present. I think I'm just gonna take this little package with me."

"No…I won't let you…do…that!" She demanded, chocking up blood, which ran down the corners of her mouth.

"I would like to talk longer to you; but I and my son have got some business to deal with" Rorke said as he turned to the window behind him. Mary knew exactly, if she doesn't act now she'll lose her son forever. A last burst of strength charged her body up. Able to get up on her feet again, she attacked Rorke as a last resort. The superior man just threw his arm into her direction, slamming her back onto the concrete wall. She slid down into a sitting position; a pool of blood build up under her rapidly. Her cloth soaking up even more liquid. The pain caused by the impact disabled her already nearly dead body from moving. Her weight let her fall to her side on the floor. It sounded like a slap when she arrived on the floor. Mary's lips escaped a groan racked with pain.

"Stop!" the desperate mother implored; her vision turning into a darkish blur. Her hand attempted to reach for her child, but Rorke was already half outside the window. His plan was to escape on the fire ladder. Rorke threw a glance at Mary.

"Your on the edge of dying and your still trying too take me on." Rorke's rough words to his mother scared the child. It began to cry and wouldn't stop. Mary felt the fear he felt right stab into her heart. All she wanted was to take him in her arms and comfort him. She was to much focused on her baby's cryings than Rorke's statement. "If you could just see yourself; pathetic!"

"You…will pay…for this. I may…not be…here…anymore, but…" Her speech was interrupted by her cocking up more blood. Rorke watched her suffer; while the baby kept on crying. Mary gritted her blood covered teeth." a child…now hollow…through the loss of his mother…will come for you, together with an angel and end you." Rorke raised an eye brow at her statement and tried to hold his laugher back as best as he could.

"What kind of ghosty story are trying to tell me here?" He asked.

"No…story…your FUTURE!" She cried out, again as a wave off pain struck upon her. As if someone hit her with an bat. Her chest felt heavier and heavier with every breath she made. She seemed to blow out more air than she actually inhaled. Mary knew it was over for her; she knew that she wouldn't see her sons grow up. She felt sorry for what she did, but Elias, for sure, would take care of the two, even though she wasn't there anymore. Her eye lids started to fall down They closed similar to the curtain at the end of a play. Her time in the spotlight was over; a sad tragedy found it's end… it was over.

"Freeze!" a familiar voice screamed over her head. She has heard they voice before. The room felt silent for a moment, then Rorke broke the silence again.

"Nice to see again, Keegan." he turned his head slightly. " Merrick."

"Rorke?!" The two of them came to realise who was standing in front of them pretty fast. Still they didn't let their guard down. Guns raised at Rorke, glances of surprise on their faceses. The two Ghosts exchanged a look, but than Keegan's eyes found Mary there on the ground. Her body was surrounded by a large pool of blood. To Keegan it looked like she wasn't breathing anymore.

"No…" He managed to say. Over Merrick's face a layer of horror laid itself. He watched Keegan rush to Mary's side. "God no…"

"You bastard what did you do!" Merrick yelled. His head grew red of anger, the grip on his gun tightened. Rorke spit on the floor and sighed in annoyance. Merrick couldn't believe what was going on; his former team leader, who was supposed to be dead, was standing in front of them, holding Elias' and Mary's knew born son in his arms. He didn't look like he was intending to help them either; something was fishy about this whole situation.

"I did nothing. She managed to do that to herself!" Rorke intended to climb out of the window. Merrick reacted fast and managed to tackle him. Unfortunately his actions caused Rorke to loose the grip on the boy. Merrick couldn't do anything to catch the baby. His eyes ripped open in awe. He snapped back to Rorke who apparently was surprised himself. The man was aware that he was out numbered and decided to take they easy way out and retreat. He jumped out of the window. Merrick charged after him, down the fire leader.

Without neither Rorke nor Merrick noticing Keegan was able to catch the toddler and possibly save his young life. Mary, who set there now really on the verge of dying forced a smile. When she saw her child in Keegan's save arms. She was sure now everything is gonna be alright.

"Keegan,…tell Elias…" Mary whimpered, her voice low. Keegan leaned closer to better understand her. He grabbed her hand softly and laid it on top of her son's chest. The toddler let out a chuckle and calmed down, because of his mother's soft touch. Her eyes locked onto Keegan's. Swallowing the blood stuck in her air way, she continued;

"His name…will…be…Logan." Keegan nodded in agreement. She used her last strength to put her hand onto her sons head. With that gesture she sealed her decision to change her sons name. With that name she also choose her sons fate. It would be him, who would come for Rorke and avenge her when the time is right, though he wouldn't be alone on his journey. His brother, who would be his guarding angel, would be fighting along side him.

"Alright but I'm sure you're gonna tell Elias yourself." Keegan bandied, trying to convince her to stay alive, just for a little longer.

"You…and…me both…know…this won't happen. Please…do me one favour…protect my family…" With her last word, her hand dropped of Logan's head. Her heart stopped to beat. Another flame of life died down and another one emerged. Logan's life just had begone and he had to already take on a heavy burden. Keegan just hoped he could take away some of the weight…

Kinda sad isn't it =,(
Logan and Hesh's mother sacrificed her life to save Logan…

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