" Don't do it you bloody monster!" Ghost screamed at the top of his lungs. He strained against the rope that held his arms and legs to the chair. Blood trickled from his wrists as he struggled desperately. He knew it was no use, but panic had set in to far for reasoning.
" Tell me what I want to know, English." A smooth, Latin voice instructed calmly. Roba lifted the baseball bat above the crying man at his feet and got ready to swing. Ghost peered fearfully down at the blood spattered floor and began to hyperventilate.
" Go on English, you don't want this man to suffer any longer, do you now?"
Ghost violently shook his head as tears slowly fell down his bleeding face. He wanted to tell Roba what he wanted to know, but he couldn't, he just couldn't. After a few minutes of silence Roba sighed and shook his head as if he were disciplining a small child. He lifted the bat and swung. The crying at his feet instantly stopped.
" NO!" Ghost screamed as his eyes shot open. He shot upright and looked around in shock. The first thing he saw was Captain MacTavish, sleeping peacefully in the bunk across from him. Ghost took in a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves.
" It was only a bloody dream, it was only a dream." He repeated to himself several times before he silently slid out of bed and headed towards the latrines.
Mean while….
Roach yawned as he fastened the button of his cargo pants. Ever since the whole locker incident a few weeks ago, he always got up at four in the morning to take a shower before his bunk mates. He was about to leave when he heard muttering from the bathrooms.
" This is the second time this week, what the hell is wrong with me?"
Roach instantly recognized the heavy British accent, it was Ghost. The young sergeant quietly looked around the doorway to find his good friend leaning on the counter and staring at himself in the mirror. His eyes were red as if he had been crying. Ghost once again began to talk to himself in a tone Roach did not recognize.
" Get a hold of yourself, it was just a dream, your not crazy."
The fact that Ghost hadn't noticed Roach worried him even more.
" Ah, Ghost, you okay?"
Ghost shot around to find Roach standing awkwardly in the doorway. He nodded and rubbed his eyes, trying to hide his tears..
" Yeah Roach, why wouldn't I be fine?"
Roach took a few steps towards his friend.
" The fact your talking to your self and crying in the bathroom at four o clock in the morning." As soon as the words left Roach's mouth he regretted them. When a friend is in distress, making them sound like a freak doesn't help. He really needed to learn this shit.
" I wasn't crying, I just had something….. In my eye."
Roach raised an eyebrow. It suddenly came to him what was going on, Ghost had another dream. This had only happened once before in Roaches time with task force 141. MacTavish tried his best to explain Ghosts past to him, but there were something's even the captain didn't know.
" Look Ghost, if you need to talk….."
Ghost shook his head before the sentence even finished.
" No, im fine. You have to promise not to tell anyone about this."
Roach sighed. He wanted to help his friend, but he didn't know exactly how.
" Ghost, no one will think your crazy, if you need help we can…."
Ghost cut him off with an annoyed tone.
" Roach, you have to promise."
Roach nodded. He thought when he left high school there would be no more drama, so much for that pipe dream. Still annoyed, Ghost brushed past Roach and headed back for his tent. Roach shook his head.
" I need to work on my people skills."
If your wondering what the locker incident was, read my other story " Almost like old times." Im not sure where im going with this story, but I will figure it out. Stay tuned!