Disclaimer: With the exception of Doc, the characters mentioned in this fic are not mine. The idea for this fic is an original idea of mine, inspired by a hatred of Roach and Ghost being killed the way they were.
August 30th, 16:23:17
Task Force 141- Disavowed
Simon "Ghost" Riley
"Price?" The man glared at him. "What the hell Mate?" His voice was a growl. "What the bloody hell is so important that you find it fit to wake me an hour after our watch ended?" He paused briefly. "What the hell are you doing up anyways?"
"Did you know Shepherd had a son?"
Ghost at first seemed puzzled by the question, as if he didn't see the relevance. Then his eyes grew wide. "Captain MacTavish mentioned it in passing, but-"
"This is bad Ghost." To prove his point, he tossed a piece of paper towards Ghost, who caught it easily.
American war hero found dead
A son's resolution
According to US Government spokesman Thomas Jackson, codename 'General Shepherd' was found dead in Afghanistan. "We do not know the full details at this time, but we think it has connection to Captain John Price and Captain John MacTavish, former members of the British Special Air Service. [Price and MacTavish] are considered armed and dangerous, and any sightings are to be reported to [the US Government] immediately."
Shepherd left behind a son, whose name will not be released. "Father's death will not be in vain. The men will be held accountable for their actions, and all involved in helping them will be persecuted," Shepherd's son stated.
Updates of this developing story will be released as information is found.
Ghost looked up at Price after finishing reading the article. "You had better show this to Captain MacTavish, Captain Price. He will know more about it than I." Price nodded before replying.
"I figured. I just wanted to see what you knew, considering Soap is out of action."
Ghost yawned. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to get back to bed." He eyed Price. "I suggest you do the same." As Price turned to leave and Ghost sat on his bed once more, he called out to the male once more. "Oh and Price." Price turned. "Don't wake me again."
Price laughed. "No promises Lieutenant." He left, and Ghost lay back on the cot.
"That man will run us into the ground in his pursuit to kill Makarov."
Captain John Price
The man walked towards the medical wing, hoping Soap was awake. Unlike with Ghost, he wouldn't wake up him. If Soap had died out there, Price would have lost it. He would have stormed the remaining members of Shadow Company in a blind rage, wanting nothing more than to take revenge on his friend.
Friend. Price thought about the word. Being in the army changed his view on the word friend. A friend was someone he trusted his back to, but not someone he became close to; they could be taken away at any moment. It was why Shepherd's betrayal hadn't affected him as much as it had Soap. Soap trusted too easily, he took his orders from the man he trusted, the man who had caused Price his freedom trying to catch 'Kingfish'. But it was also because of Shepherd he had been freed. It didn't change his view on the man who had nearly killed him. Nothing would.
He entered the Medical bay to find Soap and Roach both talking to one another. Soap was laughing, his Scottish accent reminding him subtly of MacMillan.
"Don't worry Roach, you'll be out here soon. Then you can get back to active duty."
"Captain Price." Roach turned to face the man who just walked into the room. "What were you in a rush about earlier?"
The man looked at Roach as he spoke, and sat in a chair between the two of them. "We need to talk." His head swung between the two of them as he spoke, causing the two men to look at each other in puzzlement before turning back to their acting commander.
"What?"
"Here." He passed Soap the article Ghost had read earlier, and waited as the man skimmed it quickly, eyes widening slightly at it. Price grabbed it from him then handed it to Roach, who read it and held it in his grasp tightly, knuckles going white, though whether in anger or shock, the old man wasn't sure. "Ghost said you knew of him." Price's gaze rested on Soap, who sighed, and nodded.
"I met him once. Loyal to a fault with his father." Soap paused. "The bloody yank's just as hard headed as his old man."
"Thanks, Soap." Price stood and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" Soap watched his captain carefully, waiting for a reply.
"To make a call."
Yuri
"How's it looking out there?"
At the words of Ghost, Nikolai grabbed the walkie talkie that sat between the two. Becoming fugitives hadn't done them well with equipment. "Shouldn't you be resting?"
"Price woke me up. Just answer the question."
"All is clear."
"Roger that." Nikolai sat the device back down and glanced at Yuri, who was looking through the binoculars at the surrounding area, trying to find any signs of the enemy. Nothing was to find, that was obvious. Nikolai sighed, a hand plucking idly at the grass beside him while the other held a pair of binoculars identical to Yuri's at his eyes as he too watched. Nothing moved. It was as if the forest was holding its breath, not allowing it to release. Birds didn't chatter, bugs didn't buzz around the area, and small game stayed hidden, as if trying to avoid the two camouflaged men that hid in the grass, looking for any scouts or a convoy of soldiers.
Sorry for the short chapter and slow delay. This chapter just wouldn't write nicely for me, so I kind of just forced words down on a paper and made sure they sounded okay-ish, that way it could pass in my grade book. The next chapter is already planned out, and will be more of a filler.
