It was a simple mission really, or at least it seemed simple. Nothing was truly easy when it came to task force 141, something always went fucking wrong, always. Today would be no different. Both Captains, Ghost, Roach, Meat, Worm, and Royce were to infiltrate a Russian camp. There goal was to download a copy of weapons shipping information from the camps main computer system. The Captains and Ghost were to parachute down first about a half a mile from the camp. The last four were to go next, landing not far from them. They were to meet up and head through the snow on foot. But nothing ever went right, especially not for Roach. A gust of wind somehow managed to push Roach so far off course he landed right In the middle of the camp. Right in front of what seemed to be all of Russia. Roach stood still, completely frozen with fear. He was surrounded with no one to save him…. Shit.

" Well, this is awkward." He mumbled. Before he could think to run for cover or pull up his weapon a Russian soldier came up behind Roach and smashed him in the back of the head with the butt of his gun. Roach silently fell silently to the ground, unconscious.

Roach he had felt pain before, he was no stranger to it. But he had never felt it like this. The pain was mixed. Mixed with fear, with misery, with confusion. He had been tied to a chair in a dark, damp room and beaten half to death. Why, he wasn't quite sure. Probably for information. But there was one problem, the language barrier. One of the three men in the room would ask him a question in Russian, and when Roach said he didn't understand, and pleaded for English, they would take a turn beating him. This seemed to go on for hours before the decided to stop. Blood ran down Roaches face from several deep wounds around his head, and he could barley breath due to the pain from his broken ribs. The guards dragged him to a small, damp cell a few rooms down. Knowing it would hurt, the guards literally threw Roach into the cell. Though the pain was overwhelming, Roach could only muster a small groan. The laughter of the guards faded as Roach slipped into unconsciousness yet again.

Roach woke several hours later. He wasn't sure what was worse, his pain or his confusion. Definitely his pain. The pain was so great he actually felt delirious, which would explain his strange behavior. With great effort and pain Roach rolled over onto his back. From the feel of the hard, damp floor roach figured he was in a cell. The sights couldn't confirm this, since it was pitch black. Roach shook his head and began to giggle. This hurt his ribs of course, but he didn't fucking care, who did fucking care? Nobody.

" They probably wont even come for my sorry ass." Roach laughed to himself.

" One little wimpy kid wont mean anything to them, they can replace me." Roach shook his head and one again laughed. Was he going insane? How long had he been in here? He tried to move his right leg, but horrific pain shot through it. When had he hurt his leg? Suddenly he heard the Russian guards again. Were they finally going to finish him off? But, something wasn't right. They were screaming, and firing guns. The more Roach focused the more he realized they were in a fire fight. With who? Suddenly outside his cell fell silent. Then, he heard a familiar voice.

" Roach! Bloody hell mate were are you?"

" Ghost." Roach silently groaned, in was all he could do. He was suddenly dizzy and shock waves of pain when through his body.

" Ghost! He's in here!" Meat called as he looked at all the keys on the ring he was holding, thank god for nigh vision goggles. He picked a random one and tried it, it was the right one.

" If that's not a miracle, I don't know what fucking is" Worm announced as Meat got the door open. Meat kneeled next to Roach and took his pulse. Roach let out a small groan and shook his head. He was Totally out of it. Ghost stood in the doorway of the cell. He clicked on his earpiece.

" Captain, we have Roach, he's bad, but alive."

" Copy that Ghost, closing in on your position."

Ghost entered the cell and looked down at his beaten friend. He turned to Meat.

" Anything fatal? Bullet wounds?"

Meat shook his head.

" No sir, his ribs are totally broken, and his leg might be as well, but that's all I think."

Ghost nodded.

" Pick him up and bring him out of the cell into the light out here, be as careful as you can."

Meat and Worm both nodded and carefully picked up Roach. Un bearable pain flooded over Roach and he, for the third time, fell unconscious.