I'm so close…
Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley
Makarov's Compound
Day 6 11:06:29
*Flashback*
"Operation is a go, go, go!" My radio chatter screamed in my ear, as even that little voice seemed to split my head open.
I groaned heavily, as I advanced down the hill with my ACR 6.8 leveled out.
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
Roach's boots continued to step on the plants, seeming to become a magnet for branches.
I turned my head around, frowning, but through my mask, Roach couldn't see it either way.
"Will you keep it down..? We're supposed to be stealthy, mate." I hissed towards him, as we continued to advance down the hill, with the team of eight men.
Roach just smiled at me in silence, as we continued on.
My chest began to sting, and stifle from the weight of the fire-proof vest, as I fingered it to let in some cool air.
"Why the hell do we have to wear Fire-Proof Vests..?"
*FLASHBACK, END!*
"Come on, we're almost there!" I screamed through my radio, as I could almost hear it through Roach's mike set. I was dragging him by the collar of his vest, as we continued to crash our way through the valley.
Somehow, I felt vibrations in my fingertips and turned my head around to look at Roach, who somehow got ahold of an AK-74u and was firing towards the pursuing Russians.
With a new strength within me, I knew what I had to do.
I can't let him die.., I thought to myself.
Continuing to drag him, I heard a small purr and the familiar "Thawk-Thawk" of a helicopter.
With my right hand to my eyes, and my left continuing to drag Roach, I stared into the bright sky.
"THE CAVALARY'S HERE!" My radio screamed with the same chatter that was annoying me only 30 minutes ago.
I then picked up Roach, and carried him side by side with me. I carried him along with a faster pace.
Missiles were flying overhead turning the forest into a raging inferno as the screams of burning Russians pierced my ears.
I saw the familiar helicopter labeled "War Horse 1" land directly in front of me. The whirring sound of the back door opening, I continued to lead Roach towards it, as a familiar man stepped out.
The man fixed his beret, sharing hold on Roach, with his hand on his shoulder.
"Do you have the DSM?" He yelled through the whirring of the helicopter.
"Safe and sound, sir!" I yelled back at him, grateful to get out of this hell-hole.
"Good, that's one more loose end to take care of." He replied, a sadistic smile filling his face. He pulled out his Magnum Revolver, putting it to Roach's chest.
A loud gunshot and a dead weight was suddenly on the ground.
"No!" I screamed, as I brought up my ACR 6.8 to kill the bastard who killed my friend.
Shepherd wasn't even looking at me, as he fired his Revolver towards my chest. That was his fatal mistake. He wasn't looking. I felt the bullet pierce and embed itself in my ribs. I fell to the floor, feeling like I got punched in the chest.
My radio crackled, with the yells of Price.
"GHOST, ROACH. DO NOT TRUST SHEPHERD, I REPEAT, DO NOT TRUST SHEPHERD!" My radio screamed in my ear.
A little too late for that, mate, I thought grimly.
Shepherd stood over me, holding a blood-stained DSM, as he lit one of his fat cigars.
Two men came, picking me up, carrying me towards some freshly dug hole. I knew it was fresh, since I could feel the dampness of the dirt.
Two more men came, pouring something from a container all over me. I smelled in the deep waft of gasoline, as I continued to lay there.
Shepherd continued to leer over me, seeming to grow taller by the second. He finished up his cigar, blowing on it.
He dropped it over me. As soon as the cigar hit the gasoline, it lit into a raging inferno which engulfed my entire body. I felt like I sat in a Circle of Hell, as my body burned from the flames. But, I lived.
Shepherd walked away from the scene, as he waved away a helicopter flying over the battlefield. The Russians lost. He won this round.
My eyes turned to see Roach, whose eyes were closed.
"Roach..." I croaked quietly looking towards him.
I then leaned my head back, suddenly feeling warm and tired. Revenge may have to wait.