Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places in this story, but Coma is my character!

Ghost

I woke from the dream almost screaming. It had only been a day since everything happened, but I still see her next to me. I looked at the portable clock next to me. 5:03 am. I couldn't sleep anymore…

I got out of bed and got dressed. God… it was hard thinking about that dream… It was hard thinking about Coma at all. But I couldn't fall for her, it was impossible. It was against everything to fall in love with a fellow soldier, feelings would get in the way. But they already have… they always will.

Coma is dead and there is nothing I can do about it. I have to get on with my life like it was another soldier. All of that was a dream; we really weren't going to Favela. We were just going out on another scouting mission. Nothing big though. I clutched my head tightly.

"Ghost?" A voice caught my attention. "Ghost." I shook my head, it's like the dream. I have to forget, maybe get a shrink about my problems with voices in my head.

I decided to go Militia hunting out in the forest. I grabbed Comas' Fal and ammo, and ran out into the woods. I stopped behind a rock and shot down a few Militia men.

"Ghost?" The voice was closer now. "Ghost?" I turned, the Fal in my hands, my finger on the trigger. "Ghost?"

Why was it only saying my name?

"Ghost?" It was louder. I was being haunted by my own name. I decided to make a run for it. I ran from the forest and into Wasteland. I stopped running, as I hoped to be away from what ever was following me. It was silent; I had gotten away from the voice. I fell to my knees. Nothing could keep me away from the voice. It would follow me, and I would be haunted forever.

"Ghost?" The voice was back, after two hours of thinking. "Ghost?" The voice was clearer now. I decided to talk to it.

"Who are you?" I asked it. Whatever it was, it didn't reply. A shadow came near me. For it was only 7: 10, it was still dark out. I backed up, the Fal raised towards the shadow.

"Ghost… don't shoot…" The voice said. I took a step towards it, turning on the faint light, when the light came on, it went off, but for a brief second, I saw what was following me. But it wasn't clear; all I saw was black hair. It took a step towards me and fell limp.

I woke screaming again, only this time I wasn't in my bed. I was in Wasteland, in the underground base. I rubbed my head and cleared my thoughts. The glare of the sun caught my sunglasses and bounced off.

"Ghost!?" A voice yelled from the outside of the base. It was Soap. Only, I couldn't move. A natural force told me to stay here. I rubbed my head again, but when I pulled my hand back, my glove was wet with blood. I touched my head and winced.

"Ghost!?" Roach yelled. I saw Ozone come inside of the base.

"I found him! He's in here!" Ozone yelled and ran towards me. Tavish ran into the base and slid to a stop once he saw me.

"What happened to you man?" He grabbed my hand and helped me up.

"Sorry Tavish, I needed to get away… but… I swear it was my dream that took me here." I spoke my thoughts. I couldn't stop them.

"Look at your head Ghost. Come on let's get you back to camp." I walked out of the base and saw someone in front of me. I stopped dead in my tracks. I cocked my head to the side. The person had long black hair.

"Ghost?" It said. So that was who my follower was. Not just in my dreams. It took a step towards me and fell. Then I saw it, a knife in her back. It was Coma.

This story needed a twist :)! - evil glare - So, a twist it got! :D Review and comment, i wanna hear those HUH'S and WHAT'S! xD!! 8D Have fun reading y'all!