Ok well this is my first fan fiction story EVER so please be nice. The first chapter is pretty much just an introduction and a bit of insight into Roach's mind before, during and after Sheppard's betrayal. Also I wanted to get an idea as to what I can do to make my writing better as I go along. So the idea was that Roach managed to get Ghost out of the fire. Seeing that his captain, MacTavish managed to crawl across the ground with a knife through his chest and kill Sheppard just after he had nearly drowned ,had his face beaten in my a car and by Sheppard's boot, I thought, What if Roach was as hard out? Plus I hate seeing those two die. They're just so damned cool. SO anyway. Disclaimer time. I don't own MW2 or any of the characters in this story. It's the POV of Roach. Hope you enjoy and PLEASE review. I'm keen on finding out how I did =)

Loose Ends

I sprinted through the woods, dodging flying bullets and mortars from the Russian guards. Ghost and I had just collected the DSM and were making our way to the landing zone to meet General Sheppard and his convoy, our escape. A bullet sped past my head, whistling and spinning in the air. I shot blindly over my shoulder towards the general direction of the shooter and heard a satisfying yelp as my would-be killer was hit. Ghost sped past me, yelling into his headset information as to our location. My muscles ached and protested begging me to stop running. But the adrenalin pounding through my body told me if I stopped I would surely die. Mortars exploded around Ghost and I, spraying us with dirt and fallen leaves. Left, right, left, right. We dodged them and dodged them. I heard the distant sound of a helicopter approaching us. I felt total relief spread over me. We were saved. Thank god!

BOOM!

"ROACH!"

That was ghost wasn't it? My mind lazily rejected the thought. All I felt the over whelming desire to sleep. I felt warmth spread over the right side of my face and body. Had the sun come out? Why was I warm? My vision flickered as I tried to keep my eyes open. What was going on? Why are there explosions? And why was I bleeding?

"Roach, I've got you come on!"

I felt strong arms grab my vest and drag me across the ground. Ghost? My mind cleared and my vision returned. We were in danger of becoming a living shooting range. Russians were on all sides and mortars were exploding everywhere. Shit.

I felt the cold metal of my gun in my gloved hands. I lifted the gun slowly and aimed at the pursuers. I had to protect us. I fired into the approaching Russians killing some and incapacitating others. But it wasn't enough. Still more were coming, shooting at us as they ran. I returned fire desperate to save myself and Ghost. We were so close to safety. Comon Sheppard where are you?

"Thunder Two-One, I've popped red smoke in the tree line! Standby to engage on my mark!" I heard Ghost shout into the head set. Comon Sheppard! I fired into the rapidly gaining Russians again. COMON!

I saw the guards hesitate in their pursuit and the helicopter hovered over head. I heard Ghost yelling into his head set again. But I couldn't make it out…. What did he say? My vision flickered again. NO! I had to keep fighting. I fired into the men again. I blacked out again. Comon Gary you can do this. I blinked my eyes furiously in an attempt to stay conscious. I fired once more into the pursuers. Without warning my vision went completely.

"Roach, hang in there!" I heard Ghost yell desperately at me. I had to get up! I couldn't make Ghost drag me onto the helicopter. I strained all my effort and concentration into opening my eyes. The gun shots and mortars stopped. All I could hear was the drone of the helicopter engine. I felt the distant thump as it landed.

"Comon get up! Get up! We're almost there!" I opened my eyes as Ghost pulled me up and slung my arm over his shoulder. We stumbled towards the helicopter. As we come closer I spotted Sheppard leaving the aircraft.

He approached covering his eyes from the dust and leaves kicked up by the spinning rotors. I made a grab for him as I lost my balance.

"Do you have the DSM?" yelled Sheppard over the noise of the engine. He was grasping me with his left hand, holding me steady.

"We have it sir" replied Ghost still supporting my weight. I looked at my friend. He had his trademark skull balaclava covering his face and his orange sunglasses shielding his eyes. Sweat beaded just above his sunglasses from the effort of dragging me. I felt guilt at the vulnerable position I had put him. I'd have to make sure I never put his life in this much danger again.

"Good" Sheppard purred, "That's one less loose end". I turned back to face him, when I heard an explosion and felt pain in my midsection. My eyes widened with shock as I fell to the floor, confused and disorientated. What just happened? Was I just shot by a guard from behind? I looked up at Sheppard only to see a gun in his hand, smoking from a bullet he just fired. What?

"NO!" Ghost screamed as he turned from my limp form towards Sheppard, raising his gun.

Bang!

Ghost fell with a thump on the leaf strewn ground next to me. No, no, no, no, NO! This wasn't supposed to happen. Sheppard leaned over me and began to search the pockets of my vest for the DSM.

"No" I moaned pitifully as I tried vainly to push him away with my arms. Too late. He stood up, with the DSM in his hand a triumphant smile spreading over his lips. No. He waved his arms and beckoned his men over. They stood, menacingly over me and bent over to grab my legs and arms. Get your hand off me! Get off! I tried of squirm, to move, to yell. Anything. Nothing. My body refused to respond to the orders my mind screamed at it. Please! Ple..a..s..e… Finally my vision left me.

I felt them carry me roughly and begin to swing me. What were they doing? Where they going to throw me? I opened my eyes just before I left them let go of my arms and legs. I was thrown into a pit and rolled when I hit the ground. I saw them carry Ghost over and throw him in. Time seemed to slow as they threw his body next to mine. He rolled when he hit the ground. I saw blood seeping through his vest where he was shot by Sheppard. Then he rolled over facing me. I saw his eyes through his orange glasses. Icy blue, penetrating. Was he..? No. He couldn't be. Not Ghost. Ghost would never be killed by something like a bullet. He couldn't be. Blood soaked the front of his vest. No he's not. A tear slipped down my cheek anyway as I saw my friend lying beside me, shot by the person we thought we could trust. My vision flickered again.

I spotted one of Sheppard's men carry over a bottle of gasoline walking towards us. He had a look of total disgust on his face, which he kept hidden from Sheppard. He hated doing this. It finally struck me. I knew what they were planning to do. My stomach sank and I felt a wave a nauseous wash over me. My heart rate sped up as the man inclined the bottle over my body.

I felt the cool liquid wash over me, stinging the injury from the mortar and burn at the gunshot wound. I desperately closed my eyes trying to keep the gasoline out of them. When the bottle was empty the man turned his back on me and walked quickly away from the sight. I looked up and saw Sheppard. He was standing above me, with a twisted smirk on his face, smoking a cigar. It's red hot tip burnt horribly. So smoking does kill, I thought. How ironic. And this fuck is going to kill me with it. He took it out of his mouth and blew out a puff of smoke. He flicked the lit cigar into the pit, lighting the gasoline instantly. I felt the fire lick around my face and hands. I saw Sheppard walk away slowly and signaling with his hands for a pick up to the helicopter.

In the distance I heard a radio. It was Captain Price. He yelled desperately for us not to trust Sheppard. He and Captain MacTavish were under attack by Sheppard's men at the bone yard in Afghanistan. But his distressed call was too late… There was nothing he could do. It was too late… too late… The helicopters roared over head carrying the traitor Sheppard and his men. I thought of my team. All the lives lost. And for what? It had all been in vain. Another tear slipped down my cheek as I felt the flames rise higher. There was no pain yet. The fire was still busy consuming the petrol. It wouldn't be long though until I felt my flesh burning away. There had to be something I could do. Anything!

I know I finished where the cut scene stopped and you already know all about this part anyway. I just wanna know how I did description and writing wise. If it was any good then I'll write more. Thanks for reading.