A/N: This was intended to be short, perhaps I made it too short, but I am tired and plagued by a lassitude of both mind and body, forgive the quality (or lack thereof, of this piece).
Patriotism
Two guns, two men, and two causes, all fighting for two different causes. Both wanted to save his country, the same country. Each had opposite methods; one wished to follow his government and the other wished to change it.
"America is sick, Sam..." He had stated, staring down the sights of his pistol at his 'old friend', with cold, emotionless, blue eyes. As far as the covert agent was concerned, America was just fine. Sure, there were truth to the mercenary's words, but there was no way that Sam would fall for it; he had heard too many liars in his lifetime to not know one when he heard it.
However, Fisher had no other alternative. He realized that Douglas had changed since (perhaps before) the Sadano incident. He was given an ultimatum and he made his choice. With the trigger depressed and one less bullet in the magazine, the decision became irrevocable.
As the Splinter Cell gazed at his dead friend's corpse, he held back his tears for the insane, old soldier and agreed with Shetland's last sentence, "You're right, Doug; I wouldn't shoot an old friend." For the first time in his life since his wife left him behind on this living plane, he had lied.
The insane patriot turned terrorist had died and the world was better for it, but that didn't lessen the pain in the survivor's heart. It felt to him as if fate was slowly crushing him, as if some twisted karma was coming back to bite him by slowly destroying his life as he had done to so many others.
However, he took some satisfaction in the fact that, without its leader, Displace would be much less of a threat to the free world and Douglas Shetland's Chaos Theory could be stopped. With only one or two more missions, hopefully, Sam would be home with Sarah and all would be right with the world again.
No matter the cost, he lived to defend America and his daughter. It was the only thing he could believe in, in this world where crisis and turbulent change were abound. Right or wrong, he was an American to the end...
A/N: Honestly, I don't know what color Shetland's eyes are, nor do I know how or, even, if Fisher's wife died.