Author's Notes:

This is pretty much the first Fanfiction I have written. And I have played Call Of Duty; Modern Warfare 2, Only its been bloody forever since I have, so I'm sorry for any major mistakes or is they seem OOC and a bit AU.

Also, I have no beta, (As of yet) so expect there being mistakes and such as my grammer and spelling suck when I just type with out stopping. [Which I do a lot]

WARNING!: This Fic contains

-Excessive Swearing

-Blood and Gore

-And there will be SLASH! Yes, thats right Hot and steamy Guy-on-Guy Action. So if you don't like, dont read. You have been warned once and only once.

So with that please Read and Enjoy.

Bullets whizzed past Roach's head as he dived for cover behind a semi-on fire pick-up truck from the enemy fire. "RPG's!" he could heard his commander yell over the communicators. Looking up to the roof tops of the surrounding building, he searched for the hidden enemies that would shoot him down with out a second thought. He glanced behind him as something caught his eye.

"Shit." Was all that ran through his head as he noticed what the object falling through the sky was. Of course it had to be an RPG... and of all the places it was aimed at, it just had to be aimed for his cover spot. His heart nearly stopped when he realized just how fast the rocket was falling fast, there was no way he was gonna get out of there in time. The impact of it exploding when it hit the ground would most likely kill him in a second, if he was lucky that is. If not then he would be in for a long, painful and slow death. "Lovely." he thought.

Though this is what he sighed up for. Living this lifestyle, the life of an army dog you tend to come face to face with death almost every day. It's hard, but it is just another part of the job.

The rocket got closer and he closed my eyes not able to watch my own death. He felt something solid hit his chest and then he was flying through the air. He could feel pain explode from his right shoulder, and he could already feel the hot blood running down his arm underneath his gear. The wind was knocked out from his lungs as his back collided with the ground. So, he wasn't going to die instantly... great.

"Roach!"

Roach? That's his name, his call sign in the 141 Task Force. His real name is Gary Sanderson, but he got the nickname Roach since he always get hurt, yet he never seem to die. He had to laugh mentally, looks like this time the bug wont be getting up after all.

"Roach! Get up you bugger, your not dead yet!" he hear a familiar voice shout. It was fuzzy at first, but then he recognized the British accent that it was laced in. Roach always loved hearing that accent.

He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a creepy looking skull looking down at him. A startled yelp escaped Roach's lips as he tried to push the thing away from him, but he found he could hardly move his arms. Pain seeped out from his shoulder, causing a shout of pain to fly past his lips along with a few colourful curses as well.

"Whoa, easy now mate, your gonna rip your shoulder open even more."

The skull seemed to move in time with the voice and as his vision became clearer he recognized it as the mask that his team mate Ghost wore all the time.

"Ghost?" he rasped, his throat dry.

"Yeah mate, close eh? Almost didn't make it there and thought I wasn't going to for a second there. If I hadn't have grabbed that riot shield and pushed you out of the way, you could bloody well be all over the place."

He gulped at the thought of the grenade hitting his body and ending up as wall paste. Ghost was busy with packing gauze into his wounds and he let him now how much it hurt by hissing in pain and cursing him with every word he could think of under the sun. Under the mask you could tell he had a smug look on his face from all Roach's cursing.

"Fuck you man, fuck you." he whimpered as he sat Roach up with a bit of difficulty since he was using the riot shield for cover. He grabbed Roach's good arm and let him lean on him as he helped him up. Roach saw stars as blood rushed to his head at the sudden movement, and he felt so light headed. Ghost picked up the riot shield and was able to hold it up in front of them as he lead me from the battle field.

"Soap, Roach's been hit, he needs medical attention and fast. He's lost a lot of blood."

"Copy that Ghost! We'll cover you!"

"I have not lost a lot of blood man, I'm good, fine and dandy." he said with out even thinking his mind clouded from the pain of his wounds.

"Roach, shut up. Your wounded."

Roach pouted at him, but he seemed like he was moving away from him, as his vision blurred and darkened. "Hey Ghost, is it night time yet?"

"What?"

"Is it night time yet? Cause everything is going dark and I'm so tired."

"Roach, what ever ya do, don't fall asleep okay. I need ya awake lad."

"But Ghost I'm tired, and... I cant feel my arm anymore."

"Shit. Soap," Ghost said talking over the communicator again "We need that cover now! Roach is talkin' crazy talk mate"

"Ghost get him out of there as fast as you can, there's to many of them so you better be careful, I don't want to lose two good men." the Scotsman replied.

"Got it" he said then looked down at the younger lad who seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness. "Hang in there Roach, were almost there."

While making there way back to the rendezvous point Roach had passed out a few times, though with a good slap to the face, or a rough shake Ghost had been able to bring him back. "Don't you die on me ya American bastard!" he would shout at him each time.

The gauze that Ghost had wrapped Roach's wounds with were soaked through by now and were leaking from the young Sergeant's shoulder and falling onto Ghost's own uniform in the process. "Shit, Roach wake up!" he yelled as they crossed back into their allied territory. Roach mumbled something that Ghost didn't catch as he threw away the riot shield to better carry Roach then protect them from the still ever constant enemy fire.

"Ghost, watch yer back yer not out of the woods yet. Yer still in the line of fire, I'll cover you as best I can from the watch towers." Soap said over the communicator as he kept a close eye on his men form his position. Praying to what ever god there was that they would make it back to him and the rest of the team.

"Copy that Soap, were on our way, have a place ready for Roach when we get there."

"Already done, there's a bunker waiting for the two of ya in the lower levels of the base. So-Ghost enemy fire! Duck!"

Ghost dropped to the ground taking Roach with him and holding the man close to him to protect him from the enemy fire. "Bloody hell!" Ghost yelled as he pulled Roach's limp body to his trying to make as little a target as he could for the fresh wave of enemy fire. Ghost was practically laying on top of Roach now, trying to conceal his batter body from the incoming bullets. The earth erupted around them as the dirt was torn apart by the impact of shrapnel and other debris. Ghost crawled through the dirt and mud dragging Roach with him trying to reach the trenches up ahead that had been abandoned earlier in the battle as their forces were pushed back. If he could reach even the smallest of their make do trenches then it would buy Roach and himself some time, time that Shepard could use to save them, or at least get Roach back to the bunker they had claimed as their base of operations during there current mission.

"Ghost are you and Roach okay?"

"For now Captain, but its heavy fire, I don't know how long we'll be able to last in this with no cover, if you got a plan I suggest you put it into action now and save our arses."

A.N.

As You May have guessed this will be in Parts as I was planning to make this a some what longish Story.

Anyway, Thats all for now ^^;;

Reviews would be welcome, as I would like some imput to make sure that I'm upholding the glory that is Simon "Ghost" Riley and Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Updated chapter as of 12/05/2013 My apologies for letting this rot...
I just re-read this and I can't believe how much I'm cringing at this... I have revised some parts of the first chapter, and I may or may not continue this. Considering it's a couple years old and I actually have no clue on where I was taking this other than a smutty scene between two men. But I will try. No promises I'm afraid.