It's been a heck of a week for me. I've been working a lot and I am going to visit the Art Institute to take a tour and stuff. It is going to be pretty cool. It may not be a college, college, but I always wanted to go into an art school, and hopefully after that I can finally join the Army. So wish me luck on that.

Anyway, I am pretty sure you guys do not want to hear about that. I know you have other important things in your lives. Well, we all do. ^-^

Shout out's:

Awesome-Gummie-Worm: Thanks for your past reviews. Lol. You seem to be a regular reader. I like your spirit. Xp… Glad to see that you like my story.

Dead-poetic-slumber: I like how you say it wasn't boring. Thanks. But to me it was. Though to you it wasn't.

Frigyt: Thank you for your review. I know there are errors in some of the chapters. ^-^'… I try my best to fix them if not spot them. Glad that you like it.

On a random note, I have this song stuck in my head. I love this song called 'King of anything.'

'Who cares if you disagree? You are not me. Who made you king of anything? So you dare tell me who to be? Who died and made you king of anything?' I do not own those lyrics.

I love it. :3… Oh, my b-day is in a couple of days. I am going to be 1-9. Yay… Closer to 2-0… Ha Ha Ha!

Team Soap FTW!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Call of duty characters.

Welcome to the world of Stockholm syndrome

He opened his eyes to the sound of a monitor and the sound of people talking as they walked in and out of his room. He felt something in his mouth that made him feel uncomfortable. This thing in his mouth was helping him breathe which he knew he could not do that on his own even if he tried. He could feel his chest heavy with pain as his lungs expanded. His whole body was in pain with the feeling that he was still on fire.

His skin was melting right off his own flesh and his bones were now beginning to turn to ash. The smell filled his nose and that smell was not pleasant.

Wait... he wasn't burning. He wasn't dead, wasn't he? You see in movies where something tragic happens to a character and they end up waking up dramatically, well this was no movie. He opened his eyes quickly being blinded by the bright lights that surrounded him. There was no sky above him, only white tiles. He was inside. Inside what? A building? Where was he? He does not know. How did he get here? He does not know. All he knew was that he was supposed to be dead. He wanted to die... didn't he? No, he wanted to live.

His heart was beginning to pound and race in his painful chest. The monitor began to beep rather loudly and fast as he roughly took the tube out of his mouth (almost causing him to gag his stomach out) and the wires that were stuck to his bare chest.

He coughed violently as the tube came out and his throat hurt through the process. He clutched his sore throat only to feel another pain coming from his arm. Looking down he saw an IV needle stuck inside of him. He ripped it out with shaky hands, without a second thought as two men raced in and tried to bind him on the bed he was laying in.

He was struggling to get the men away from him. Not knowing where he was, he had to do what his instincts told him. Waking up in a strange place, having wires and a tube down your throat, what the hell? All he could remember was a field, a mission he and his comrades had to complete, and Shepard shooting Ghost and him in cold murderous blood. He did not know he was in a hospital recovering, he did not know that he was getting help, he did not know at all.

"Calm down soldier!" One yelled.

The force of the two men made him aggravated because of the pain that was in him. The blood from his arm began to drip to the bed as one of the men tried to grab his arm and tie it down. He knew he could not hold it in and despite the pain in his throat he yelled out his cries and frustrations.

Chaos was developing in the room within the minute. He could not be held down because his body felt threatened. He punched one of the men straight in the face and that man fell down hard on the floor; using his arms to fall on. Another doctor came in calling for a nurse as he was looking frantically for a needle to sedate him in a cabinet just near the door.

The sound of fallen objects to the floor made the doctor a bit anxious for the sedative. Just behind him, another was trying his best to control the soldier. Frantically the soldier's yells were becoming desperate yet his body was doing it's best to fight off the doctor trying to hold him. Making another object fall to the ground, his eyes looked to see a pair of boots. This was not a nurse or anyone in the hospital...

"ROACH CALM THE FUCK DOWN!"

Before he could punch the man trying his hardest to hold him down, the soldier called 'Roach' turned his attention towards a man in the doorway. He had his arm in a sling with cuts and bruises along his face but he held a strict composure. The man was taller than the doctor (who now held a small bottle in his shaky hand) but only about a foot or so. That man came in, walking slowly with a limp in his left leg towards the deranged soldier he just yelled at.

The doctor who tried to hold Roach down stood straight releasing Roach from his grasp. The other man who was down at the floor quickly looked up and tried his best to stand but he almost fell again. Roach coughed causing his chest to hurt as the man told them to leave the room.

"C-Captain..." Roach said as the doctor's exited the room.

"You're in the base hospital. You do not want to end up disturbing the other patients here. They too are recovering from their wounds." He spoke with his strong accent.

Roach could see that he was aggravated of the scene he just witnessed. How long has he been out? More importantly, how did Soap find them? So many questions were forming in his confused mind. Roach clenched his chest as the pain started to build up again for another cough. His Captain sighed and he closed the door behind him. He should have not reacted the way he did, but how was he supposed to know? The last thing he remembered was that he got shot and was in a field filled with fire with Ghost…

"Ghost!" He coughed as he said the name of his other superior.

Turning around to the bandaged up soldier, his eyes looked over to the other side of him. There was a curtain to Roach's right, something he did not see (because he woke up from a two week comma and he did not fully comprehend what was going on around him).

"Soap, where is Ghost?"

"He is next to you." He calmly stated.

Walking slowly because of his injuries, Soap grabbed the curtain side and slid it down. On the bed was the still figure of the lieutenant. Ghost was still in his coma it seems. Soap was surprised that the ruckus Roach was causing did not wake him. Seeing an angry Ghost was not something anyone would be happy to see, especially trying to wake him from his nap. All Soap could do was put a little smile on his lips just thinking about it.

Looking towards his comrade, he could still picture the scene of him lying there. Luckily, they only suffered burns that were not to severe. Lucky? It was more than just luck that they do not have a strong case of serve burns. At least they are alive. They were wounded, burned only slightly, but most importantly they were alive. What more can the Captain want? Sure, he lost many men in the war; Soap was never close to anyone (not saying he did not get along with the others). It's not that he wanted to be close; he was more of the silent type back in the day. His comrades considered him a lone wolf at first but they began to respect the Captain as a leader.

Ghost was not wearing his balaclava that protected his identity. He always wore it, heck he loved that thing. Replacing the mask was a tube that went down his throat as he breathed and the monitor next to him was beeping with the movement of his heart. Scratches covered his face and scars were now forming. His neck was consumed with bandages and his chest was completely covered. He did not look like the Ghost both soldier's were used to seeing on a daily bases.

Roach could not help but sigh at the sight of all the injuries. His eyes showed no emotion at all. They were only pitch black.

"We thought you two died." Soap spoke, not wanting to be consumed by the silence of dread.

"After the death of Shepard, Price and I tried to track you two down." He kept that smile on his face. "It was not easy but we ended up finding you from your radio signals that were still signaling to the satellites. It was a mess. There was too much smoke but despite it all, Price and Nikolai ended up saving you two. I was too injured to help."

Roach fell silent for a moment. Trying to gather the information that was given to him one bit at a time.

"What are we to do now, sir? Shepard now dead, the war still tearing the world apart, we are still injured."

"Does not mean we can still fight. It will not be easy. We are wanted men now. We are to be killed on sight." He chuckled. "The world has turned upside down for us. No matter, we are still going to fight this war whether they like it or not. Dead or alive... More dead. Once this war ends, we are no longer the Rouges."

Roach coughed violently. Clenching his chest as the cough left his breathless. Soap looked away from the man and looked to Ghost. 'Riley', that is what his name is, the man that wore sunglasses and a balaclava that covered his face, was not wearing that said mask and sunglasses that truly defined him. If Ghost were to die now, Soap will be disappointed. The lieutenant was called Ghost for a reason...

"Rouges and we still are going to fight. That sounds kind of interesting. Are we still aloud on base or are we to wonder around?"

"We are on a base. A very private base, no one knows of its location. We are safe. As long as we don't blow our cover we will live to see another day. " Soap walked over to the chair and sat down slowly. "We are going to recover and soon we will be back in the battlefield. We still have a war to fight. It needs to end."

There was a thought that was going around his mind. Being rouges now meant they had to be careful, but that was the least of Roach's worries. What happened to both Ghost and him was betrayal. He was glad Shepard was dead. There was no remorse for that man. He was a good leader but with bad intentions. If only he could have seen it then maybe the outcome would be a lot different.

There was no time to be thinking of the hate inside of him now, it was time to ask Soap the question he wanted to ask before he forgot or he did not want to say at all.

"Why did you come and rescue us? You guys were in a different place. You should have left us for dead."

Soap was a bit amazed at the words that came out of his mouth. Sitting back in the chair, he had to think of the answer. It was true, they were in a different place but it did not hurt to go back and collect the bodies to give a proper burial. Though, the fire died out before it consumed their bodies, both men were knocked out cold and somehow they did not suffocate from the smoke.

"Would you have rather died?" Soap coldly said.

Roach did not answer back. He kept his mouth shut for there was no answer for that. He was still a rookie by 141 standards and he has yet to know how to accept death, even though he met the reaper he still did not know why he did not take him. He closed his eyes to the sound of no talking.

He heard Soap get up from the chair he sat in and without a word walked out of the room. How was Roach supposed to respond to anything that went on? He just woke from a coma and the only way anyone would react would be violently. He thought he died in that field. He should have died, but he did not. It must have been some sort of sign for him. They risked their own lives to save theirs. What was it that made them do a foolish thing like that?

Roach clenched his chest again because of the pain from his wound.

He could feel his heart beating through his chest. The sweat was falling from his brow as he was in a prone position with his weapon ready to fire at the fake target in front of him. Why he was standing in the middle of the hallway with the room in front of him and the target right there was beyond his comrade. His finger was shaking violently as he was about to shoot the target before him. His breathing became shallow; his comrade behind him was waiting for him to go in the room where the targets are.

It was 'Rusty' and 'Kid' who were the first to be 'volunteered' into doing the first task. Ghost was around somewhere using his stealth, waiting to kill them. (He really wasn't going to kill them, Ghost acted as the enemy.) Well, the thought of the officer being an enemy wasn't so joyous for Rusty. He heard from other soldier's on the base that Ghost was amongst the toughest alongside this other officer they call 'Soap'.

Soap or captain Mactavish, was the officer they were going to get from the prison along with a warden. Not much information was given about this mission only the small details; like they let the new recruits in on it.

'Fuckers.' Rusty thought.

Rusty was lost in thought that he bumped into his teammate. Kid did not budge at all, he just stood there. Was he frozen? Of course he is, he did not even move a muscle. Rusty did not want to tap his comrade on the shoulder for fear he may actually shoot his own teammate.

'Kid, this is not the time to be frozen.'

This was their first mission and he was frozen at the spot. This could not happen not now and defiantly not in combat. Kid was a showoff and a loud mouth from Spain which is what you get when you first meet the guy. He talked a big game but he was not talking at all, he was stuck to the ground like there was glue under his feet. He could not go in the room. Was he afraid? More likely he was. His comrade was growing agitated with this long wait. If he does not go in they would…

"Bang, you are dead." Said the lieutenant in his British accent.

"Shit." His comrade cursed under his breath.

Kid blinked as he shook his head in disapproval. The lieutenant has already found them and the task hasn't even been that long? It should of at least took both new recruits at least twenty minutes tops to get to their destination. Looking at his watch Rusty could see that is has been ten minutes that they have been at the same spot. He could not believe this shit. He quickly dropped his weapon to the dusty ground and quickly stood straight as he eyes the mask superior who was staring back at this 'kid' behind dark glasses.

Roach and Price came by Ghost's side to get a report on their failure. The way Kid was reacting to this was not going to be a pretty site. Kid made a reputation for himself and that reputation was not a good one. Roach did always have trouble with this guy, not that he can handle him, but he had too much pride to him. The mission is in a couple of days and it only takes one man to 'FUCK' it up. Hopefully Ghost will take him down from his high horse. Roach really hated new recruits. They are nothing but damn trouble for him. They act like they are high and mighty and get into trouble. Young men like these should be more mature. To add it all up, this wasn't even his team, it was Price's team. All he had to do was train them. Training them wasn't even easy either. They questioned authority, well not all of them, but Kid was the man one.

'Kid, you're fucking it all up.' Roach thought annoyed.

"You have a problem, private?"

Ghost was standing tall against this man, well young man. Kid was only twenty-three. Still, he was thinking he was a know-it-all. Ghost hated young men not that he thought the same when he was that age but he quickly grew out of it once he joined the military. Sure, in his prime back in the day he was like him but he had to learn the hard way and now look at him. Kid... he was a different story. He would never become an officer or even have respect from his comrades.

Kid kept his gaze on his superior. He too stood straight trying to look intimidating with his chest sticking out and hands clutching tightly at the rifle. It wasn't working one bit, in fact it looked silly. Rusty backed away; he was not going to be in the middle of this fight. He wanted his higher rank to beat the shit out of him or at least take authority. He was pretty sure the rest of the new recruits would agree.

"Permission to speak, sir?" Kid said through clenched teeth.

Ghost could not help but grunt as to say 'permission granted'. The mask lieutenant did not barge from the recruit. He was not intimidated by the guy one bit. In fact Ghost wanted to see what he could do to his officer.

"Fuck you." Kid began to move forward with a clenched hand while the other held his rifle. He brought the clenched fist up in the air, ready to punch his superior before his arm could take a proper swing at Ghost, before he knew it his face was eating the ground. Kid grunted in pain once his face met the hard floor which he started to taste his own blood.

Roach was taken a step back when he saw that Price grabbed the unruly soldier and made him eat dirt. His knee was putting pressure in his back trying to sedate him using his own strength. For an old man, he surely was strong. Rusty looked at his comrade with pity but at the same time their was fascination at the older captain. Ghost just stood there acting like nothing happened with arms crossed his chest. No one was sure what his expression was since that mask covered it.

"Is that a way to treat your officer? Do you solve things with violence? If it wasn't for this mission in a few days, you're sorry ass would be back to where you came from. In fact, you would not even be in the military. Why would we waste our time for someone like you? Look at you. Can't even shoot a fucking target. You were frozen solid, you could not even move. Is that how you are going to be? If that were a real enemy, you'd be dead. Your brain matter would be everywhere while the rest of your comrades drag your body in a black body bag. The 141 does not need someone like you here. We need men who can handle these situations... Men that won't freeze on the spot." Price held onto Kid's arm tighter causing the recruit to clench his already clenched teeth.

"You were picked along with a lucky few to join the 141... They mistaken you for a man. How could you survive wars if you freeze?" The older captain was pressing the issue even further.

"I did not freeze!" Kid spat.

"Oh, then what the hell were you doing standing in the fucking hallway for ten minutes? Your task started the moment you entered these doors. Your nothing but weak minded if you cannot handle this."

Kid tried to struggle under Price's weight but his arm was being twisted with every movement he made. Though the Captain did not let Kid any space to move at all, Price pressed down even further on him.

"It doesn't matter to you, sir. If that were real I would of killed him. This is just training. When I am out in the battlefield I shoot my targets. Ask my former superiors, they will tell you."

"From what I was told you were the best in stamina. You have not been in combat as far as I am concerned. Tell me, private, would you kill? " Ghost spoke in a calm voice.

Going down to one knee, looking at Kid whose eyes looked away in shame. It may not look it, but Ghost held a serious face towards the Private. Sometimes Kid was afraid of the lieutenant while other times he clearly did not want to be around him.

"Do you know how it feels like taking a man's life?" Kid was silent. "Of course you don't. You are a fucking new recruit who thinks he can do it all. You do not know shit. Price, get off him. He is not worth the trouble"

Price was not stupid. He was not going to let Kid go.

"I'd rather not do that. Ghost, stand down. We are a team, no matter how much of a 'KID' he acts like. I am of higher rank in this team. If you want to act like dogs than you do not need to be in a place like this. We are a team. If one man fails so does the rest." He pushed Kid's face in the dirt again. "For your disrespect you will be cleaning everyone's weapons; inside and out."

Price took his foot off of Kid's back making the recruit groan. Not wanting to press any issue further and focus on the task at hand, the older captain turned around heading for the entrance of the training grounds. Roach and Rusty looked at each other and then to Kid himself. Ghost did not take kindly to his Captain's orders, but he might as well listen to him. Sure he had a temper when it came to new recruits, who didn't? Kid was one of them.

"Get up. You heard our Captain. Roach," He stared at him." Gather the team. We have to seriously talk about respect for their superiors."

He walked past Kid, kicking a little bit of dirt to his face.

"Respect is earned, not given."

Roach could only roll his eyes at the childish attack. Price did not give Ghost a punishment, then again Ghost knew his place amongst them. If the mission wasn't days away, the whole team might as well kill each other. There is no time for fighting with one another, for the love of everything, this mission is more important.

Kid got up, wiping dirt off him without saying a word or looking at both soldiers. He had too much pride in him to stay and talk to his comrades, if he considers them that. He turned his back towards them and walked away like a dog with his tail in-between his legs. Rusty grunted as he followed along leaving Roach to stay in the empty hallway.

Some team building.

Russia

'How was it like?'

'How was what like?'

'Fighting in the war?'

He quickly dodged the punch that was coming closer to him. With a grunt he tried his hardest to land a hit onto the man that was fighting him. He could see in those blue eyes nothing but faded color. They were turning dark even if light were to shine down on them. He was moving as fast and precise as he can. He could see every muscle move under his skin, but was he thinking? John was not sure of what motive Valik had for fighting the way he did. Instinct told him that he wanted blood and he wanted it badly.

There was defiantly something off about Valik by the way his eyes were lifeless to his new fighting stance. John could not place his finger on it but something must have happened. He dodged another blow from him as he was taken out of his thoughts. His fists were coming close to his stomach heading for a vital area; he had to back away quickly before the hit could make it to it's target. Sweat was falling from John's body, but blood was mixed in causing the captain to taste it on his tongue. John was bleeding from scratches he received when he was pushed hard to the ground by Isaac's guards and forced to fight Valik.

The only thing John noticed about Valik was his stoic state. He was beside Isaac like a loyal dog, standing straight, his eyes cold and dark. Valik looked darker in presence and the way his lips snarled like a rabid dog. There was already sweat on his body and blood splattered in random areas. Was it Valik's own blood? John could only guess.

This was a sick game for Isaac. Training Valik on his own it seems, no wonder he has been gone.

Valik grabbed John by the neck causing his nails to dig deeper into his flesh and threw him roughly to the ground. John could feel the pain on his back, but he turned the tables on Valik. Hitting the ground he grabbed Valik's arm quickly and threw him to the ground beside him. Even though John had a good grip on him, Valik still had a hold on the Captain's neck. He was holding on tightly to his flesh.

The pain was burning inside of him. Tightly squeezing his insides, breathing was becoming harder as his lungs tried to expand to let in air. John coughed as he was choking for a breath of air. Like a snake killing his pray, slowly with each breath he was taking. Valik's fingers dug deeper into his neck inch by burning inch.

John punched Valik's arm, hitting bone causing it to pop, to let go of his neck, though in the process he would have to be careful so he would not cause any damage to his neck.

'Shit. Something is off about Valik. If he holds on any longer I will suffocate.' John thought.

Air was becoming harder and harder for him to suck in as the captain was gasping like a fish out of water. His lungs were fighting for that air, his mind, his brain; everything was fighting for a breath. Gasping, John knew he was going to black out if he did not come up with a plan. Placing his leg on Valik's stomach he pushed as hard as he can even though the guard did not weigh more than the captain.

"Let him go Valik."

Doing as Isaac told him, Valik let his neck go and stood up straight quickly. John coughed as he turned to his side, holding on to his sore neck. Valik has gotten stronger, he'll give him that but he was not a perfect killer... yet. Not too long ago John was the one beating him, training him, now all of a sudden Valik had the upper hand. What the hell has Isaac been doing with him?

In all his years, John never seen such discipline; such control in a person. This was something all new.

"Take him back to his cell building. I just wanted to see if Captain here could beat him." Isaac chuckled. "It turned out that you cannot."

John coughed again as he glared at Isaac with dagger's in his eyes. His throat was burning; his flesh was red from the tight grip. He could feel his arms being held by the two of his guards that came in. They had grins on their faces as the held the Captain up and walked him out of the room. Tired and weary, John did not fight back.

I sat out in the yard, wondering what happened to John. One minute he was walking out of our cell block and the next thing I know I was walking out with Boris and he was nowhere in sight. First Valik has been gone and now John. The only thing that I could think of what was going on? Something in the air did not feel right. I've been waiting for what seems like hours in the cold.

I looked down to Boris, his ears moved quickly to the sound that came from a door to our left. I stood up and Boris kept his gaze on the door. It opened and I could see that John was being held by two guards, he looked beat up rather badly. Blood was dripping to the cold ground as I saw the Warden walking out and…

"Valik?"

It was Valik. But he was next to the warden, walking beside him with no expression. Boris growled from behind me as he saw his master. He knew that something was wrong. As they walked closer to us, they turned to our cell block and from there they threw John into the door way. The guards laughed, wiping their hands and turning around talking to one another.

I looked over to the warden while he walked up to his office. Valik following close behind, but he looked back. I could not help but stare from a far. He was covered in dirt, sweat, and blood. I turned around and quickly Boris and I walked into the cell block where I found John, standing.

'What the hell just happened?' I thought.

I was too afraid it seems to talk to him. I walked forwards with caution, Boris did the same thing. Feeling what I was feeling, seeing what I saw. I got close enough to see the scars and the blood on his back. I outstretched my arm, my hand touching his back. He flinched with my touch. I could feel the warm liquid on his back.

"John." I whispered.

He turned back to me. Grabbing my hand, he gently put it down.

"John." I said his name again.

He looked me in the eyes. Those eyes of his looked tired, worn, and beat up. His neck was very red; I could even see finger nails imprinted on his flesh. They looked deep almost ready to bleed. It was kind of clear now; they were trying to kill John. Typical, the warden was fighting John and Valik.

I closed my eyes; this was all becoming a little too much for me. Madness that is all it was. Plan old madness.

"Remember when you told me how it was like to fight?"

I opened my eyes to look at him again. John had a distant look to him as he clenched his tired fists.

"Hell."

He turned around and walked off even though I could see that his legs wanted to give out. I let out a long breath of air. Looking up to the dark roof above me I knew I could hear the creaks and the water dripping. Boris licked my hand and I smiled. Why should I smile at all? I do not know.

'John.'

A strong man, a good soldier, but the way he told me that word 'Hell', was fighting a war really like hell or was fighting someone you knew to almost death like hell? Either way, hell is what it is. Hurry up; we need to get out of here. We need to.

I looked down to Boris, he sat next to me. His eyes were looking at me. Black, I wonder what he was truly thinking. What would he say to me? It was only wonder. In all aspect what would anyone at all say? I have been locked up in here for way to long. It is getting to me. Evil resides here, it will always be here. I kept that smile on my face as I noticed Boris' eyes shine even in the dark. His tail was wagging and he quickly got up anxious for me to move.

Valik was now lost in some trance. Whatever the warden did to him, he was now fully in control.

A puppet.