Warning: This chapter and the ones that follow it contain character torture.

Two

Gary felt his clothing slice off by a knife. He shut his eyes, there was no way in hell he was going to look these men in the eye while they tortured him. He prayed that Ghost made it to the LZ, that he would be able to tell the others what became of him. He knew deep down that it would be damn near impossible for them to get the clearance to rescue him. He also knew that even if they did, it was too risky to retrive one compromised comrade. He shut eyes and tried to focus on anything but the cold on his exposed skin. He instead focused on his first day with the one four one.

Gary stepped off the plane and looked around at the base. It was a bit different than the one he'd been on since his last assignment. For one, it was in the middle of the dessert. Gary didn't mind, he'd needed a change of scenery, after everything that had happened to him. His fiancé cheated on him with a member of his unit, that had hurt, his captain none the less. He'd been so stunned that he hadn't been able to say a word to either of them. Then there was a small matter of his captain actually punching him when he'd finally processed what had happened.

"What is this?" He had asked, finally coming out of his extreme shock after finding his fiancé in bed with his CO. "Jen?"

"Don't answer him Jen."

Gary looked stunned.

"Don't answer him?" Gary echoed in shock, which turned to shock, which turned to disgust. "Don't answer me? I trusted you! How could you do such a thing to me?"

"Relax yourself, Corporal."

"Relax?" Gary replied incredulousy. "I can't believe you'd both do this to me! How long have you been fucking my CO Jennifer?"

"That's not fair."

Gary gave her a hard look.

"No, it isn't. Neither was walking into my apartment to find you with another man. You couldn't tell me that you- damn it Jennifer. Stay with him. Just get the fuck out of my apartment."

"Gary…" Jennifer had tried to appease the wounded man.

"I said get out."

When Jen went to try to touch him, he pushed her away, just hard enough to make her stumble backward. He would never have hurt her though, he was a gentleman after all. He didn't even see the fist coming at him, until it had connected with his jaw.

"What the hell is going on in here?" It was his Lieutenant. Gary got himself to his feet.

"I found my former fiance in here with him." Gary snarled.

"Easy son, I'll handle this, wait by the car for me."

His focus was broken by a sharp burning pain on his back. He inhaled sharply. His captors laughed. He desperately tried to focus his attention elsewhere, anywhere but to no avail.

"They won't be coming for you my little captive. Even if they do, they'll be too late. I'm going to enjoy making you scream for your mother." Gary could feel the cold steel of the knife slide along the skin of his back and catch on the fresh cut. He'd never really been all that religious but now he found himself praying for the strength to endure. The knife was driven into his lower back, not very deep, but deep enough to penetrate the muscles.

His entire body tensed in protest, but he refused to give them the satisfaction of hearing him scream. He could felt the man twist the blade cruelly, and though his breathing accelerated, he didn't make a sound. Making a sound of disapproval, the terrorist dragged the blade through Gary's back.

"Now that you see what being a naughty captive earns, perhaps you would like to tell me your name." Came the whisper in his ear. Gary would have glared at the man, if he could. "No? Such a pity really, I'm trying to be a good host and you give me the cold shoulder." He ripped the blade from Gary's lower back and walked to the front.

Gary's hazel eyes glittered dangerously and he lashed out with his leg, catching the man's face. He'd forgotten that they hadn't completely fettered him. Unfortunately, all his actions earned him was a backhanded slap and his legs tied together and then staked to the ground. "You're spirited, I'll give you that. But that was most unwise of you." Gary leveled the man with a glare. "I find it odd that a soldier would go without his dogtags to identify his dead body. Where are they?"

Gary simply stared him down. His eyes widened in dismay when the others began searching through his many pockets. After a few minutes, they found what they were looking for. With a malicious smile, Gary's tormentor slipped the dogtags over his head. "A soldier should always wear these, Gary."

'Great, of all the terrorists, I get the one who's the most insane. If he kills me I can be his personal poltergist. Please Ghost, hurry up. I'd rather not be in pieces, this guy looks capable of actually doing it.'

The terrorist sighed.

"So stubborn!" He complained. He twirled the knife in his hand.

'Figures, he's gonna torture me with my own damn knife. God HATES me.' Gary bit his lip when the blade sank into his side. So far it was simply meant to be painful but not damaging. They wanted him alive in order to extract information from him. The blade was yanked free quickly enough.

"Andre! If you keep stabbing him, he'll bleed to death!" Another man said.

'He must be higher ranking than the loon.'

"I've barely gotten started." "Andre" whined.

"You ask the questions first idiot!"

Had the situation been different, Gary would have laughed. "Put him in a cell. And no more knifing him! I want him to live long enough to tell us everything we want to know!" Complaining about never having any fun, "Andre" cut Gary loose and dragged him to a small room. It was clean, considering it was a holding cell. As they had gone indoors he could hear "And make sure you give him clothes!"

When Gary felt hands on the hem of his camos he fought.

"I don't do men." Came the wry voice of "Andre". "I'm to make sure you are clothed. So if you interfere, I'll castrate you." Gary forced himself to remain still while "Andre" undressed him and then redressed him in very different clothing.

"How soon can we return for Roach?" Ghost asked. He was not eager to leave the young man in the clutches of those maniacs.

"Not for several days at least. We need to mount another force."

"I can be ready to go back for him within hours."

"No can do. We have other priorities."

"What could be more important than getting our man out of there?"

MacTavish sighed.

"We have orders to take down a known terrorist group."

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