Disclaimer: I do not own Call of Duty or any of the characters within the game. I only own Melody "Jinx" Rodgers and Ana "Frost" Thompson. Any of the storyline that seems familiar, I most likely do not own. This story will pretty much follow the story for Modern Warfare 2.

LOCATING...
Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley
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REROUTING...

LOCATING...
Lieutenant Melody "Jinx" Rodgers

LOCATED.
Lieutenant Melody "Jinx" Rodgers
Task Force 141
Task Force 141 Base
Location Classified.

Jinx's mind was fuzzy. She had a migraine from hell. She couldn't remember much, not that that was really saying anything. Any thought whatsoever killed her brain. Jinx debated whether or not it was really worth attempting to open her eyes. Even that simple thought was too much. She let out a small mewl of pain as she pried her eyes open. The first thing she noticed was that she was in the infirmary. The walls were all plain and white. The second thing that she noticed was that she was alone. A quiet knock on the door startled her from her train of thought. Her head let out another squeal of pain. Deciding not to answer, she waiting until said person carefully cracked the door open. Jinx let out a small hiss of pain when the light hit her eyes. She squeezed them firmly shut until she heard the door close again. Opening her eyes back up, she observed who it was who entered her room.

"Tavish. Ghost." she rasped out, only now noting just how dry her throat was.

"About goddamn time you decided to wake up." MacTavish quietly teased while getting her a cup of water.

"How long was I out?" Jinx painfully swallowed in hopes of lubricating her throat a bit more.

"Three days." Ghost responded.

Jinx ever so slightly nodded her head, then winced from the pain. MacTavish handed her a paper cup of water which she took gratefully. Being as careful as she could, she sipped her water. "What'd the doc say?"

"Three broken ribs, concussion, and you have twenty stitches in your right side."

"Lovely. What about Roach? The last thing I remember was you saving me from that fall. Thanks for that by the way."

"There's a reason he has the callsign Roach." MacTavish grinned slightly.

"Fucking bug."

Jinx's eyes began to droop again from exhaustion.

"Get some rest Jinx. You'll need it." MacTavish ordered as Jinx slipped back into her peaceful unconsciousness.

With that, the Captain and First Lieutenant exited the infirmary room.

LOCATING...
Lieutenant Melody "Jinx" Rodgers
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REROUTING...

LOCATING...
Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley

LOCATED.
Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley
Task Force 141
Task Force 141 Base
Location Classified.

Ghost was concerned about Jinx. But why wouldn't he be concerned? She was his teammate, his fellow Lieutenant.

He just couldn't figure out why he was so afraid when she almost died.

He had lost teammates before, but he had never reacted like how he did with Jinx. It concerned him. Getting attached wasn't something he wanted to do. Getting attached meant that he'd be very saddened if he lost her. Becoming a soulless warrior is what he was trained as. That's what worked him up the ranks into the position of Lieutenant.

"Ghost. You alright mate?" MacTavish asked, noting the rigid stance of the usually stoic man.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," he answered.

MacTavish didn't look too convinced but he let the matter slide. They had more important issues to worry about.

"Shepard wants us in debrief. You're going to stay here to watch the Base. But he still wants you there. I'm taking Archer, Frost, and Roach with me to Baghdad, Iraq. Small side mission. A cargo escort I've heard. I'm not sure for what or why, but if Shepard wants the 141 on it, I'd assume it's something important." MacTavish informed.

Ghost nodded in reply, choosing to just follow MacTavish to the debrief room. They idled for about five minutes before Archer, Frost, and Roach entered the room, ready to start their next mission.

"Alright. So since Jinx was WIA, she's not going to be here. Lieutenant, I trust that you'll inform her of what has been discussed." Shepard began.

"Yes sir." Ghost responded.

"To put it simply, this is an escort. Your mission is to get the cargo to its end destination. Then come back here. Any information you can dig up, that is also what we're looking for."

"So basically we're becoming moles?" Frost asked, raising an eyebrow.

"If you want to look at it that way, yes. Once the shipment has been delivered, you're to return to base immediately to inform me as to what you've learned. The fine details will be in these packets."

Shepard handed everyone in the room a manilla folder with about thirty pages of paper in it.

"You leave at 0400 sharp."

Not leaving any room for question, Shepard left the room.

"Well. You heard him." MacTavish sighed, "If Jinx is awake, go through the packet with her. She'll need to know what's going on. The rest of you, be at the helo by 0400. We leave then."

The three soldiers left the room after MacTavish finished his order.

"Mate, are you sure you're alright? You didn't argue with Shepard once."

"Yes. I'm fine." Ghost replied stiffly, not in the mood to share what was really bothering him.

MacTavish just sighed and muttered under his breath before he too left the room. Ghost waited a bit before he took a path back to the Med Bay. He entered and made his way to his Second Lieutenant's room. When he opened the door, he saw Jinx on her bed sitting up while one of the medics took her vitals. She looked very bored.

"You look like you're having fun," he commented, tucking the folder under his arm as he leaned against the doorway.

"Loads," she answered dryly.

"I need to debrief you for our next mission. Well, 141's. We're staying here to 'hold down the fort.'"

"Sounds completely and utterly boring, but it's probably going to be more entertaining than being on bed rest. Whatcha got?"