Chapter 4: Pain

A/N: Hey guys! This chapter is from Roach's POV then it will change back to Ghost's after a bit. I will put in when it changes :)

*Roach's POV*

I started pacing up and down the length of my room. Dammit why couldn't I keep still. (Because something's happened to Simon). I shook my head and the thought away before biting my bottom lip. Simon was fine, I was just overreacting.

Someone knocked on the door bringing me back to reality. I opened the door to find a flustered Meat.

"Meat? What is it?"

"They're... Back..."

My eyes widened and I ran past him and outside to where the heli was landing. I watched anxiously as Soap jumped off the heli clutching something and covered in blood. Wait, blood?!

He came up to me and I peered behind him. "Where's Ghost?!" I said starting to panic.

Soap looked at me sadly without answering. I grabbed his shoulders not caring that he was my superior. "Whose blood is that? Where the fuck is Simon?!"

"I'm sorry Roach..."

"No, no, no, no!" I grabbed my hair and yelled. "No!"

I dropped to my knees and started sobbing. Soap knelt next to me and put a hand on my shoulder to comfort me. Not that it made the slightest difference. Simon was dead, nothing could help comfort me now.

"Roach he's not dead."

My head shot up and I looked at him. "What?" I whispered brokenly.

"He was shot in the leg and bleeding heavily. He wouldn't have made it back to base."

"So you left him?!"

"No. Yes." Soap shook his head. "He told me to go."

He opened his hand and showed me what he was holding. Simon's tags and ring. I started to cry harder as I placed them in my hands.

"He told me to tell you he's sorry. That he loves you."

I didn't respond so he continued.

"We were compromised and I think Ghost was captured. If that's true they'll want him alive for information. We WILL find him Roach."

I didn't trust my voice so I just nodded.

"C'mon. We'll find Price and start looking yeah?"

I nodded again and let Soap pull me back into the building.

(Ghost's POV)

I woke up slowly, trying to remember what happened. Shifting my leg sent a spasm of pain through my body and brought it all back.

I opened my eyes fully and flinched as the sterile white tiled room glared around me. A dull throb at the back head also reminded me I'd been pistol whipped. The bastards.

I looked down at the wound, they'd cleaned and fixed it. Great they were keeping me alive for something.

"He's awake. Inform the boss."

I jerked my head in the direction of the voice and saw a Russian guard speaking into his comms.

"Nice place you've got here."

The guard glanced at me but didn't respond.

"So who's the boss?"

Again he ignored me so I stayed silent. After about ten minutes someone knocked on the door.

The guard opened the door and Vadrinsky walked in. "So I guess you're the boss?" I asked looking at him. He strode over and sharply slapped me across the face and my head snapped to the side.

"Who are you?"

I glanced steadily at him. "Rob."

He watched me for a moment. "Well Rob." He sneered. "Why don't you have any tags?"

I shrugged. "Must've lost them."

"Of course you did." He turned around and picked something up. "So what were you doing here?"

"Oh you know. Enjoying the sights."

I bared his teeth before pulled out a long knife with a wicked cure at the edge. "Why don't we try this again." He smirked as I eyed the knife warily.

I looked up at him bored. "Like I said. The sights are lovely this time of year."

I definitely hit a nerve and grinned when he looked at me madly. The grin soon vanished when he sliced the knife down my face, re-opening one of the scars made by Roba. I forced myself not to cry out in pain.

"That all you got?"

He brandished the now bloody knife at me again. "When I come back I expect answers. Or you'll have hell to pay."

I smirked. "I'll be waiting."