Ghost yawned as he loaded the M14A1 and looked around the balcony he and Roach were patrolling. He long discarded the sniper rifle and went back to his old weapon of choice. The nice stream of bullets was far better than the one shot one kill. That and he loved to get on Toad and Archer's nerves by getting headshots before they did. Shows those bloody noobs a thing or two.
Roach was busy trying not to freeze his ass off as he held his SCAR-H. SCAR-H with extended mags and bullet penetration. Quite handy for this situation, the zombie epidemic 's origins were still unknown as Soap and Price were still trying to contact HQ. Communication has been a nightmare ever since their last call and he was beginning to wonder if they were ever intending to keep to their word.
"Hey Ghost?" Roached asked as the lieutenant turned his attention.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Think this is all a training exercise composed by the military and we're just being tested to see our capabilities?" Roach coughed as Ghost considered it. That would explain a lot but not the actual zombie business. I mean how the hell did they get this many test subjects without anyone knowing. Not only that but the actual zombie virus itself. How did they keep it so well contained?
And where the hell where they?
"Roach, you remember how we got here?" Ghost asked as Roach shook his head.
"No actually. I just remember shooting the zombies, maybe I was right."
"Maybe bug. If that's true I wonder how long we'll have to go through this crap. I swear that bagged beef stew is getting bland."
Ghost readjusted his balaclava and cracked his back. They already went through 16 waves of the bloody monsters and he was sick of it. The rooms were almost all searched except for a select few. Many of those rooms were empty of course but to remain safe they still slept in pairs. Some rooms had weaponry placed in them almost as if they were intended to be there. But with the situation they were in, questions didn't need to be asked as they took them of course.
Ghost fidgeted as he smelled something and turned to see a large cardboard box and hot steaming puddle from it against the wall.
"Jesus, there are toilets Roach." He exclaimed as the box moved.
"AH! D-Don't look! I held it in too long!" He said as Ghost grinned at embarrassing the bug even more.
"Really? You're giving me an order? Who's the one in charge here?" He asked as he reached for the box but slipped on the liquid and fell as the door opened.
"Oi you two, another wave is coming. And-" Soap stopped for moment as he saw the lieutenant crouched over the sergeant who was too stunned to move.
"…..I'll leave you two alone then." He said quickly and closed the door as Roach quickly scrambled up and fixed himself up.
"It's not what you think Captain!" Roach felt his whole face go red as he yelled and he opened the door to see Mc Tavish standing right by it.
He lowered his voice to a whisper level this time. "It's not what you think. You see I was relieving myself and the lieutenant decided to be a jerk and-" But he was interrupted as Soap put a hand up.
"I know. " He said as he lit a cigarette and shook his head. Typical of Ghost to take advantage of his victims, he remembered when the sod was when they "interviewed" that one guy with the car battery.
"Anyways, we were thinking into where we were and how we got here. No one knows, not me, the snipers nor does the captain." He explained as he lit a cigar.
"So, does that mean it is HQ that was behind all this?" Roach asked as Soap nodded.
"HQ's going to have a lot of explain to do when we meet up again." He said as Ghost came out to join them.
"Well, that doesn't fix anything here though, how long you think HQ's going to keep us out here shooting fucking zombies?" He asked as he noticed a few stragglers headed their way.
"This is a contained area right? If that's the case there shouldn't be that much. How many zombies were killed so far?" Roach asked as Soap thought to himself.
"Hmm, roughly we counted about 87."
"Bloody sods." Ghost said and turned around. That was 87 people all for a worthless simulation. Roach thought and wondered how the virus was made.
But why was the virus made in the first place?
The radio cracked on again as Price's voice came on.
"Hmm, listening to you lot reminded me of something. I could have sworn during one of Shepherd's boring lectures he mentioned something about 150 prisoners being deported somewhere for military practice. No one knew where though except for him and the brass." He paused as they all came to the same conclusion.
"Care to take a guess where they went?"
