I only own Ava and the random men.
Ava woke up laying on a bed with extreme pain passing down her back. She winced as she attempted to turn, but failed that. "Simon?" She asked, her voice shaky.
"Right here." He smiled, taking her hand. "Are you okay?"
"It hurts a lot. But other than that, fine."
"Why are they hurting you, and not me?" Ghost asked.
Ava looked at Ghost, "Because they know it's worse for you seeing me in pain. And vice versa."
"I'd prefer to take the pain instead of you."
"You can't change what's happened."
"I know, I know. Get some rest." He said.
Ava attempted to look around, "Where are you going to sleep?"
"There's a bed over there. Stop worrying."
Ava's eyes fell shut, as she drifted back into her dreams.
18 year old Ava was shoved into a room. It was dingy. A man was sat in a chair, a man all in white. You couldn't see his face. Hair. Body. Anything. She was given one order, to hurt him.
"I'm sorry." Ava said, as she picked up a knife.
The man laughed, but there was no humor in it, "You're obviously not." Ava shook her head, as she brought the knife to his cheek, cutting down it.
She watched the fabric rib and the blood poor out. She continued like that, until there wasn't a spot where his face wasn't cut.
She clutched the knife, her eyes wandering down to his chest, the knife ready to lurch forward-
Ava felt her eyes open, and she came to the pristine white ceiling. She looked over and saw Ghost pacing. "You alright there?" Ava asked.
"You didn't get a lot of sleep."
"Bad dream."
"What was this one about?" Ghost asked pulling one of the few chairs over to her bed.
"This time. I was about 18 or 19. I had to cut this man to shreds. I couldn't see his face, he was in this white suit thing that covered his whole body. So I started cutting his face, and-" As Ava looked at Ghost's face, everything fell into place. The scars. Her mouth fell open, and her eyes just stared at him.
Price and Soap walked through the door to their base. Soap automatically realizing how quiet it was, "It's quiet. Too quiet."
"He's probably just sleeping."
"That's just wishful thinking." Soap replied, looking at Price as he walked into the rec. room. He turned back to see the wreck that was the rec. room. Now the wreck. room. Soap looked around, his face turning bright red. "Roach!" He shouted, extremely loud.
"Here." A quiet voice said, a hand appearing from the pile of wood.
"This is why we can't fucking leave you alone." Soap said, going to dig Roach out of the wood. Price and Soap started tossing wood into a single pile, freeing Roach in the process. He stood up holding his head.
He started whining, "My head hurts."
Soap rolled his eyes, "It's your fault." Soap turned around, not wanting to hear anymore of Roach's whining, and Yuri stood at the other side of
the room, watching. Soap had a sudden idea. "Yuri, can I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure." he shrugged, as Soap led him out of the room, and down a hall to a more secluded location, Price's office.
Soap sat, and Yuri sat on the other side of the desk. A map lying on it. "Have you got any idea where Ghost and Ava would have been taken to?"
Yuri thought for a minute, his hand tracing over the map. His finger stopped in a specific place, "There. That is the most likely place."
Ava was already trying to get off the bed, ignoring her back which didn't want to move. She stood up slowly, making sure she could actually stand before letting go of the bed.
"Ava, seriously?" Ghost asked.
Ava sighed, "I'm the one that caused that. Why did you want to even know me?"
"I knew it wasn't your fault."
"Wasn't my fault? Ha. I was the one holding that damn knife, Simon. It was my fault."
"Ava, look. I know their mind games as well as you do. It was not your fault." Ghost tried with the persuading, "They've already tried them on us. On me. You know mental torture is worse than physical."
Ava turned to look at him, "Why did you keep it from me?"
"It seemed easier."
"Like it did the day you held that gun to your head?" Ava asked, "Cos' you know sometimes, I wish you did it. I wish I didn't stop you. Then I could've done the same, because there was nothing keeping me from doing it."
Ghost stepped towards her, "Ava..."
"Save it." She said. Ghost admired her, the way she was trying make herself seem stronger than she was to save her own arse, and possibly his too.
Ava sat opposite Ghost. It would've been normal if it wasn't for the bonds around their wrists and ankles. And the men surrounding them. And the fact Ghost was bleeding. A lot.
"Where was your last base?" The man pushed.
"How many times? I don't have a clue." Ava replied, causing Ghost to get another slash of the knife. Ava felt her hands bawl up into fists, not that she could hit anyone.
"How the fuck don't you know where your base is?" One of them laughed.
Ava threw her head back, "Because you twats have kidnapped me before, and the guys that he works for, " Ava threw her head at Ghost, to show that's who she meant, "rescued me. So that's how I don't know where the base was."
"What d'you know about Price?" The man asked again.
Ava sighed, "Close to nothing."
"Tell all." One of his men pushed.
"His name's Price, and his British." Ava shrugged, that earned Ghost a whack around his face with a fist.
"You said tell all. So I did." Ava said, Ghost was punched again, "Stop!" She said, looking at the bruising face.
"Tell us and we will, sweetheart."
"He hates Makarov and wants him dead." Ava added, she knew it wouldn't be enough.
The man next to Ghost just laughed and started kicking him. Ava was screaming and shouting stop. Not that it was making much difference. Ghost had blood all over him, and now bruises too.
A/N: Well, poor Ghost. There's some more on his mysterious background, and some more on Ava's. Thank you to SpitfireUSN(I tried to hurt Ghost more), Dovasebrom(I know, it's fun ;), WheresDaBeef(Sorry, not a lot happened, but things will happen), thereader(Here it is;P), Backstroker98(You really made my week when I read that. Thank you so much!), and wquueu. Until next time folks -CptHall