May 7th, 2011
07:04:01 am
Location Classified
Near London, England
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
"Promise me one thing," I whispered in Blaze's ear. She looked at me in confusion. I leaned down. "Come back safe, please." I murmured in her ear. She nodded, and gave me a hug.
She was going on the front lines with 'Tavish, Flame, Rocket, Chemo, and Meat. They were basically going from one point to another, but they were going for about 2 days. I asked Captain for a slot, but he said that I shouldn't go. (By the way, he found out about me and Blaze, so we don't go on too many missions together anymore, especially ones like these.)
"Hey, I'll call you when day one is over, okay?" She must've read my mind, but she should've seen my face. Good thing I had my mask on. "We gotta go. Don't worry Ghost, I'll make sure she doesn't get herself blown up by C4 anytime soon." Chemo joked. Blaze gave one last look at me before stepping into the helicopter, and rubbed the diamond heart I gave her for her birthday. The heli lifted into the air, and I watched it disappear into the morning sky. Royce came up behind me, and patted my shoulder. "Don't worry, we all feel the same about someone. They go on a dangerous-ass mission, and we can't do jack-shit about it. I hope Meat doesn't do something idiotic like he did back in Mississippi. He nearly lost his pinky." He assured me. I still stood there like an idiot with my hands on my pocket like a fag. "Wanna beer? Since 'Tavish is gone, we're gonna throw a party." Royce asked. I shook my head. If only I can remember we had a party. Oh yeah, we played truth or dare, and Hydra had to give some recruit a blowjob. "Nah, but I'll take some beer," I replied. He led me inside, but I kept looking at the sky, just checking to see if they changed their minds.
12:32:09 pm
Valerie 'Blaze' Foster
I hated waiting on helicopters for things like this. And Meat always fell asleep on rides, and he snores louder than Ghost. Don't think about Ghost, it will only get you killed. I tried to tell myself, but when I wasn't biting my nails, I was thinking about him. I had to do something about it. 'Tavish scooted closer to me, and pulled my fingers out of my mouth. "Stop worrying so much. Just think about mashed potatoes and puppies. You'll be okay." I tried, but we ate mashed potatoes last night with Ghost. I tried sleeping, reading, cleaning my gun, and yes, braiding my hair. Nothing worked. Then the faint sound of bullets filled the air. Explosions hurt my ears, and screams made me flinch. We were at the battlefield. "Guys, we're coming in hot. Get ready to go as soon as we hit ground!" The pilot called front the cockpit. About three feet away from the ground, Meat pushed the door open, and began firing on any unlucky bastard that came into view. Russians looked behind them, but were ended with bullets in their chests. I took out everyone on the left with Chemo, Flame and 'Tavish got the right, and Meat and Rocket paved a path through the streets. We made a few stops here and there, but our only rule in this situation was Come in our path, and out go ya lights. We followed the coordinates, and made it to a camp where we will be able to sleep for the night. We would go to the LZ in the morning for extraction. I chose a tent away from the resting soldiers, and pulled out my phone. It was still intact, no scratches yet. I called Ghost, and he picked up on the second ring. "Hello?" he sounded like he was tired, but the time zones in Europe couldn't be that different from England. "Hey, I made it to the camp."
"Any injuries?"
"None yet."
"Still got your ribbon?"
"Yep."
"Please come home tomorrow in one piece."
"I'll try."
"The guys are throwing a party. The whole base is drunk, save for the nurses that have to tend to injuries."
"I hope you haven't been drinking again…"
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"Ghost?"
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"HOLY CRAP!" came at the other end of the phone. "What's going on over there?" I asked suspiciously. There was panting, then a shatter of glass. "ROYCE IS GOING TO KILL ME!" I heard Archer's familiar voice, but it sounded as if he were drunk. "Ghost, it's time for your beer bath!" Hydra said. "AHHHHHHHHH! Sorry, love. Have to call you back!" Then the line went dead.
09:59:07 pm
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, FUCK!" I screamed. Why did everyone want to get me drunk? A glass bottle flew over my head, barely missing. Where was the safest place? Mactavish's office was probably it, since nobody ever went in there.
I dashed down the halls to Captain's office, but it was locked. Okay, where's the other safest place on the base?
Nope, I'm screwed.
"Come party with us! You'll be sober before the team gets back." Royce insisted. With no other choice, I reluctantly took the bottle from him, lifted up my mask, and took a giant swig of the nasty liquid. Imagine drinking pepper infested milk mixed with sour lemonade. That is what I'm drinking. And I could tell it was strong because after drinking half of the bottle, I was already feeling woozy. "Whoa, I think that's enough for our Lieutenant." I was now on the floor, clutching my head. Archer and Royce helped me to my room, and I instantly laid down on the bed. The last thing I remember is my cell phone ringing across the room.
May 8th, 2011
09:27:01 am
Valerie 'Blaze' Foster
"Extraction point 100 meters to our left!" Chemo called from behind me. We'd been in the streets for nearly 3 hours, and everybody was tired. I was ready to get the fuck outta there, and sleep for a year. Things were going along fine until I thought about Ghost. I hoped he wasn't drunk for Christ sakes. I stumbled and tripped over a piece of falling debris. "Blaze, we're almost there, come on!" Rocket called at me. I stood up and tried to shoot, but a bullet from a nearby Russian entered my side. I fell on the ground again. On instinct, I pulled out my pistol and shot him in the chest. "Guys, bring her behind that building!" 'Tavish screamed over the bullets. Pain made me double over and puke. I nearly fainted at the sight of the blood oozing out of my side. Meat and Flame carried me into an alley, and Chemo pulled off my gear to get at the bullet. I was on the brink of crying, and Chemo had the nerve to ask, "Does it hurt?"
"NO SHIT!"
"Okay, just breathe slowly,"
I tried to do what he said, but I nearly fainted. "Damn, I cant get it out. We'll have to patch her up at base. Best we can do is get her home in one piece." Chemo said. He wrapped gauze around my waist several times, and put me on his shoulders. I stared at the sky, ignoring the battle around us. I shut my eyes tightly, and thought about things. Mashed potatoes, puppies. Time passed so quickly, I barely felt the lurch of the helicopter leaving the ground. As soon as I opened my eyes, the pain came back to my mind. I tried to suppress my scream, but that caused more pain. "We have to knock her out, she'll just be in more pain." 'Tavish tried to reason with Chemo, but he shook his head. "If she goes to sleep, she might not wake up." He replied. I was about to knock myself out, but I closed my eyes, and clenched my teeth. If I ruin my dental work, Bubby is going to be one mad Mexican, I thought. I laughed, but it hurt so much. After what felt like an eternity, the helicopter made a huge bump, and I could almost smell the cold rain of England.
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
They were home, they made it. I overheard on the radio that the team was coming back, and that no fatalities took place.
But the word 'fatalities' doesn't mean anything.
I woke up an hour early to see Blaze. Rushing outside, I watched the heli land, and other soldiers gathered around me to greet their friends. The door opened, and everyone rushed out. I didn't understand why, but I knew when I saw them bring a body out. The helmet blocked the face. "MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" Chemo said, shouting as he grabbed the legs of the body. Dry blood encrusted the tan shirt, and Rocket removed the helmet. Blonde hair, slim body…
Blaze…
No, no, no, no, no! Royce came up behind me. I stared at the face, and Chemo gave me a look that said, I'm really sorry! People gasped as the group ran past. I followed them to the hospital wing, but they wouldn't let me go into the operating room. I nearly pressed my face against the glass like a child would. Doctors (including Chemo) began bringing out their tools, and giving her doses of morphine. The new nurse Lily removed Blaze's shirt, and started cleaning the wound with alcohol. Blaze immediately jolted, scaring Lily. The doctors strapped her to the operating table, and Lily went back to work. "Son, I don't think you want to see the rest," Mactavish said behind me. I nodded, and followed him to the waiting room. I eased myself down into a chair, thinking about happy shit. My mom's face, Blaze's laugh, Tommy's smile. Fuck, don't think about that happy shit. No bad memories are needed now. I ended up closing my eyes, wondering about things.