Thanks again, WheresDaBeef and CaptainHall, for your continued support, these reviews mean a lot! Thank you also to SuperVegetaSSJ2 for the nice review, I hope you continue to enjoy the story. Now that that's done, welcome to chapter four! I can't believe all the support this is getting so early on, I love you guys for that! Be warned, this chapter will be pretty emotional at first (yes, sadly I did base the emotional part after my own experience) it's all in the name of making this story better! Keep with the reviews guys; I love to know what you guys think, even if you don't like it!
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*Ghost's POV*
Oil rigs as SAM sights, workers as human shields. These guys knew how to get our attention. First floor, one breach, it was successful, hostages were secure. Second floor, two breaches, both successful, second one we were compromised, there were no hostages. Up to the third floor, the last one, smoke, I needed thermal sights but I didn't have them.
I heard Dash cough a couple times and saw her freeze up behind cover.
*Dash's POV*
Smoke. Smoke reminded me of my grandfather since he was a smoker. He saved my life when I was little.
I suddenly had a flashback to that moment when I was no more than five years old.
It was a hot night of July with a comfortably cool breeze. My entire family and I were swimming. I tried to jump off the diving board backwards but I didn't push off. My chin hit the board and busted open. I passed out underwater but I still knew that my grandfather had dove in after me and saved my life.
The vision changed to his funeral on October the twenty-fourth. I cried harder than I ever had before or hence. I shook myself from my flashback and back into the fight. I saw Ghost shouting at me and tuned into what he was saying.
"Dash! Snap out of it!" he yelled, firing at the enemies concealed in the smoke that had triggered the flashback.
I shook my head to clear it and pivoted around the corner, using the cover of the smoke to sneak up on some enemies and take them out. I quickly made it to the other side and by the time I did the smoke was thinning out and the rest of the team made it through, taking out the guys I had missed. One breach to go, possible explosives, better watch our fire, multiple hostages confirmed, and several enemies. Piece of cake.
*Unidentified POV*
There was a deafening bang at the door, I was expecting the breach but it still scared the shit out of me. My first instinct was to pull out my knife and charge the first person that came in, which happened to be some guy with a balaclava on. I tackled him, my knife buried up to the hilt in his side. I kept the pressure on the knife until I felt the body under me go limp.
*Dash's POV*
"No!" I shouted when I saw that Ghost had been tackled and stabbed in the side.
I shot the culprit in the head and took out a few of the other guards in the room. Roach and 'Tavish took care of the rest. I quickly knelt by Ghost to get a look at the injury. Ghost had gone limp and his breaths were quick and shallow.
"One-one, we have wounded, we need immediate extraction, over," I heard 'Tavish saying into the comms.
"Copy, we're on our way, see you at the helipad," the pilot call-signed One-One responded.
I carefully pulled the knife out of Ghost's side and got him around my shoulders, quickly moving him to the helipad.
The flight back to base was almost silent. Everyone was either too shocked or too worried to speak.
*Roach's POV*
The look she gave Ghost on the way back to base and the way she stayed by his side until the medics took him to the ER. I could tell she was shaken up, and I wanted to comfort her but I didn't know how. I decided I'd start simple.
I walked into the rec room, which was unusually silent; everyone was waiting on news about Ghost. I saw Dash sitting on the couch. I sat down beside her, knowing what to say but not how or that I should.
After what seemed like several minutes I finally decided to say something, "He'll be okay," I said hesitantly, "That won't be enough to take him down."
She looked up at me and smiled slightly, and I smiled back. 'I wish I knew how to ask her out,' I thought to myself.
*Dash's POV*
Roach sure was charming. He was a nice guy. His scruffy brown hair and young hazel eyes complemented it. Just by him saying that Ghost would be okay, I knew that he would and I couldn't help smiling a little. A while later the doctor came in with Archer behind him, coming all the way in and taking a seat.
"The lieutenant is fine, he just needs to rest for a few days then he'll be back on his feet," the doc said happily; Archer smiled and nodded, as if proud of something, "he's asleep right now but he should be up around 0800 tomorrow," he added before leaving.
The noise of the rec room returned to what it usually was, video games, talking, computer keys clicking, pages turning, and larger pages turning in the case of Archer's news paper.
It was getting late so I stood and went back to my room to get some sleep. I'd go check on Ghost tomorrow.
Roach stopped me on the way out, "Hey, uh, Dash," he said, seemingly nervous, "maybe you and I could go to the bar some time?" he asked quickly.
"Sure, we'll talk about when later," I shrugged and left to my room.
Once there I lay down on my bunk with a content sigh and fell asleep slowly.
