Authors Notes
First off, I would like to thank my readers and to GubbleBum96, xStealthxSniperx, and Zombies Of A Down for the lovely reviews
I honestly wasn't expecting any one to review this story so fast and so soon! You are all lovely and thank you for the tips~
So I know some of you are waiting for the Hot and Steamy -not to mention Sexy- Man-on-Man action between Ghost and Roach, but please be patient with me ^^;;
I have a plot [Thats A Slight Lie] In my head that I want to go through before that moment of pure raw power that is SLASH
WARNING: This Fiction Contains The Following
-British Assholes
-Blood and Gore
-Violent Use Of The English Language
-Most Likely Horrifying Spelling and Grammar Errors (I Still Have No Beta ^^;;)
-AND There WILL be SLASH! Yes. Guy on Guy Sex. It is a beautiful thing, so don't like it, shove it up yours and don't read for Hell's Sake
Roach groaned in pain as he was forced to the ground in such a quick manner, his shoulder burned and throbbed in pain making his mind go blurry. He could hear the gun shots and feel them through the earth as they were embedded in the ground around him and Ghost. Ghost. The Brit was risking his neck once again for him. Why was he always getting into these situations and dragging his team mates along for the ride. He could feel Ghost's heart racing as the higher up pulled him closer to him, and here was Roach finding he actually liked being this close to another man in the heat of battle while he was bleeding out. "How fucked up is that?" he thought as he looked up to look at the man who was cradling his body from the enemy fire. "Ghost" he whispered wanting to tell the man to just leave him there and forget about him. He'd had to many chances to live, to many close calls. Maybe it would be best for the Task Force if this is where he died. That way no one would get hurt trying to save him. Maybe he could save lives if he just gave up on his own.
Ghost looked down at the wounded man as he heard him say his name. He had to lean back in order to get a good look at him though, he wasn't sure if Roach was trying to warn him or if he was trying to ask him something. The look on his face was pain, pain and suffering. Though when you looked into his eyes, you could see the pain on a whole new level. "Hang on Roach. I'll get you out of this. You're gonna live to see another day mate." Ghost looked up further scanning the area for a opening. None. "Shit." he muttered under his breath as he heard Roach moan in pain as his head fell forward; unconscious again.
"Ghost" MacTavish's voice came on over the communicator's "Their starting to thin out a bit but stay where you are for now. Don't try playing hero."
Ghost just rolled his eyes as he pushed himself up to get a better view of the battle field, he needed to get Roach and himself out of this hell hole. "Ghost your clear! Move, move!" MacTavish's voice yelled in his ear. He nodded once to himself as he grabbed an unconscious Roach and swung his good arm over his shoulder and hulled the man to his feet. "Come on mate we're getting out of here." he said as Roach just moaned in response. Ghost's muscles were sore from carrying Roach and from the events of running and ducking into trenches from enemy fire all day, but with Roach now relying on him, he couldn't give up yet. He stumbled with his footing as he slipped in lose dirt, though not once did he ever let Roach slip from his grip, making sure the young Sergeant wouldn't have to suffer any more pain then necessary. "Hang in there Roach." he thought. Ghost was about to repeat his those words once again to him when a bullet grazed across his face, cutting through his skull balaclava and into his cheek; the hot iron burning his flesh around the gash. "Mother fucker!" he yelled as he winced at the pain in his face. The injury caught him off guard, he wasn't expecting anything to hit his face, sure he could take a hit to an arm or a leg. But something to the face was always a different matter, the nerves and pain indicators screamed at him causing him to drop to his knee against his will.
Roach slipped back into consciousness as he felt himself falling, "Why am I always fall these days..." He would have continued with that train of thought if he had not been interrupted by Ghost cursing loudly. Even in his pain clouded mind he could put two and two together and figure out that him falling was due to Ghost falling, plus the fowl language probably meant something was wrong with the man. Roach forced himself to lift his head to look at the Brit, as usual his vision took a second to focus but as it did his eyes grew wide as he watched his Lieutenant's blood seep down his frightful balaclava and covering the flesh that was now reveled. "G-Ghost" Roach stuttered as he tried to raise a hand to the wound, only to pull back hissing in pain from the shrapnel pieces in his shoulder burying themselves deeper into his skin. "Ah, fuck... it hurts..." he whimpered as he clenched his eyes shut trying to block out the pain. "Fucking shit! I'm so useless! Ghost got hurt because of me! He's bleeding because of me! I'm such a fucking burden to everyone...especially Ghost.." he thought miserably as he just let himself lean on Ghost again for support as his legs started to give out again. "Why won't you just let me die Ghost... just let me die already, I don't want to be a burden to you or anyone else ever again! I just want to die" "I just want to die..." Roach whispered as the blackness started to eat away at vision.
Of course Ghost being Ghost, he had heard Roach, and it had startled him, maybe even scared him a bit that his team mate would openly admit that he wanted to die. Roach wasn't one to just give up, he was a fighter, a survivor, bloody hell its the reason his call sign was fucking Roach! Yet here the young man was wounded, bloody, and probably delusional, saying he just wanted to die. In some way it hurt Ghost to see him like that. Maybe the military life was starting to be to much for him? He would have to talk to MacTavish about this...eventually. "Roach your not gonna die, I'm not gonna let that happen..."
He rose to his feet, making sure he had a good grip on Roach and started to make his way off the battle field and out of enemy fire. It didn't take long to get back their makeshift base, Ghost was practically carrying Roach now, his body seemed so frail and unnaturally light in the Lieutenant's arms. "Ghost! Over here mate!" Ghost turned at the voice and saw Archer jogging toward him, a first aid kit under his arm. "Hey man, Soap said you might need some help, said Roach was wounded and- Fuck mate! He looks like shit." It was true, Roach looked awful, Ghost guessed he hadn't notice how pale his complexion had gotten or exactly how much blood now caked his body, he looked so, so very fragile. "Yeah, took the blow of an RPG, his shoulder is pretty torn up." Ghost said keeping a careful eye on Roach as he followed Archer to a well light, medical room. There was a stretcher in one corner of the room, while across from it there was various medical tools and materials laid out on tables, some left untouched while others were caked in dried blood. "Put him on the table, we have to get his gear off him first." Archer said as he opened the First Aid kit that he had placed on one of the tables.
Ghost placed Roach gently on the stretcher, trying not to move him around in a way that would hurt his wounds more then they already did. That didn't stop the small whimper that seemed to escape Roach's lips when he was finally laying flat on his back. "Start to unclasp his gear from his vest there, I'll get what were gonna need ready." Archer said as he he started gathering all the medical gauze and bandages.
Ghost nodded silently as he started to undid his utility belt around his waist, the next thing to go was the bullet proof vest he had over his chest, then his goggles and helmet. The grey half mask he was wearing came off shortly after Ghost had removed Roach's communicator, reviling small cuts and scraps that he had along with a bloodied lip. "Man, I've seen Roach hit pretty bad before but not like this mate." Archer said as he moved over to the two men, a pair of scissors in his hand, as he looked at Roach, covered in his own blood and mud. Ghost just stood silently as he watched Archer cut the mans shirt open so they would be able to get at his wounds. "Fucking hell..." was all he could hear Archer mutter as he finished cutting the shirt away and tossing it to the side.
So, Do you guys hate cliffhangers? I can remember once upon a time, I swore I would never use them. I lied. I discovered I liked them. I know. For Shame Fang-Chan! D:
But... Can you blame me? D:
Again, I wouldn't mind knowing what some of you think about this story and I'm open to hearing ideas any of you have that I might be able to toss in here and there ;D If I do like your Idea and I do use it I will be happy to say a Special Thanks at the beginning of what ever chapter it's in. Give Credit Where Credit Is Due!
So Thats about it, Next Chapter should be up sometime this weekend. Hopefully. Depends how my week goes and how much work I'm trying to organize around.
