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*Ghost's POV*
I woke up slowly with a numbing pain in my side, suggesting that I was on pain killers. What the hell happened to get me waking up in med-bay with painkillers? I attempted to sit up but was met with a sharp pain in my side that kept me down. I groaned in aggravation and tried to think back to what landed me in med-bay.
The last thing I could remember was breaching a door on an oil rig being used for a SAM site. Something must've happened on the other side of that door. What happened exactly was a mystery. It seemed like hours of thinking before I gave up trying to remember. I looked to the side and saw my balaclava and sunglasses sitting next to a clock that read 0830. Looked like Doc was doing his job of keeping people out. Doc was the only guy that actually knew my face. I was going to be bored off my ass until I recovered, every time I ended up in med-bay it always took a few days to recover.
Doc came in a while later, "Good, you're up," he commented, passing me my mask and glasses.
"What happened?" I asked, sliding the mask on and then sliding on my sunglasses.
"When you breached the last room you were tackled and a knife went through your side," Doc explained.
"Then how long will I be stuck here?"
"Well, you could walk, but you wouldn't be able to put any weight on your right side," he answered, "I'd say it'll be two days tops till you can walk on your own again."
I lie back with an annoyed groan, "Great," I said sarcastically.
I expected someone to come in but Doc kept at his job of keeping people out, I despised being stuck in med-bay and being out of action even more so. The two days it took for me to get back on my feet seemed to drag on for ages; I felt I was going to go insane by the time Doc came in and told me that I could start 'trying' to walk.
I gave a relieved sigh and slowly sat up, the sore pain in my side still present but not as intense as it had been. I waited a few moments then got to my feet slowly. After so long lying down I was standing on wobbly legs. I sighed in relief again when I managed to stay up and walk around a bit. Doc passed me my dark t-shirt and I slipped it on along with my balaclava and sunglasses. Now to get back into shape. It was about 0700, the team would be in the mess or the rec room, taking it easy before training. I went to the barracks and to my room so I could get my gear on. Once I was geared up it was time to get training. I hurried down to the pit where I saw MacTavish, Roach, and Dash already waiting. Dash smiled at me as I walked up.
"Ghost," MacTavish greeted, "good to see you up again," he commented.
"Glad to be back on my feet," I responded, "When do we start?"
"Whenever you're ready," 'Tavish answered.
I spent several hours running the pit. Admittedly, it hurt to stretch my side the way I needed to get the best time, but I dealt with it.
When we finished I had managed to get pretty close to my record time and it was around noon. Most of the guys went to the mess or the rec room. I went to the track, I still had a lot of 'getting into shape' to do. I ran as long as I could, seven laps, which was about five miles. I stood at the starting line, trying to catch my breath; I hadn't stopped to walk the entire time.
There was a light chuckle, "You look like you're about to pass out," Dash commented.
"How can you tell?" I asked breathlessly.
"You just ran seven laps for one thing, and another, you're seriously winded," she shrugged.
"You would be too," I pointed out, finally managing to catch my breath.
"I was right behind you the whole time," she said pointedly.
Then I noticed the thin line of sweat trickling down the side of her face and that she was breathing heavily but still not winded like I was. I said nothing in return and walked back to my quarters to lie down.
*Dash's POV*
20:00, that's when I was going to meet Roach and we were going to go to the bar. It was 19:00 now. I smelled pretty ripe so I took a shower and checked the time again, 19:05; this was going to be a long wait…
It seemed like hours of waiting before I checked the clock again, 19:55. I better get going if I want to meet him on time. I hurried to the front gate to find Roach already waiting. I smiled as I walked up and he did to.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
I nodded in response and we got in a car, Roach was driving. The ride was short and quiet.
When we got there and went in the acrid smell of alcohol and cigar smoke hit me like a brick wall. The smoke stung my nose a bit, making me cough lightly. Fortunately, Roach didn't notice the cough. We sat down and the waiter approached us. We ordered our drinks and they were quickly brought out. The song that was playing changed as I took my first sip of the wine I had gotten. I immediately recognized the lengthy intro of explosions, sirens, and other chaotic sounds of battle. The song was Indestructible by Disturbed. I listened to the song so often I was able to sing it perfectly and did it without realizing.
Roach was smiling at me when the song ended, "I didn't know you could sing," he said over the blaring music as he took a sip of his beer.
I shrugged, "It's a hobby, keeps my mind off things," I mentioned.
Roach just smiled as we kept drinking. When we finished we paid for the drinks and left. Outside we were met with a light chill as the wind started picking up. Across the street I could hear angry shouting. I looked over and saw four or five grown men approaching a young girl and boy. The men were shouting and the kids seemed to be scared, they shrunk back as the men approached them. One of the men grabbed the boy's collar and held him up. I felt Roach tense beside me; he was itching to get over there and stop the men, so was I.
I started across the street and Roach followed me, "Let him go, twat," I said sternly, eyeing the man that held onto the boy's collar.
"No! This kid ought to be taught a lesson!" he shouted, clenching a fist and raising it as if to punch the boy.
"You don't want to do that," Roach said, stopping the fist from connecting with the boy's face.
"Who are you? His dad?!" one of the other men asked angrily.
"No," Roach said simply, pushing the fist back then forcing the man to let go of the kid, "but I can be your worst nightmare."
When one tried to attack Roach with a knife I stopped him with a firm kick to the groin and an elbow the back of the neck. Roach took down the guy I assumed to be the gang's leader and the others looked terrified of the both of us. The two we took down got up and scrambled away with the rest of them.
"Humph, well, that was interesting," Roach commented.
"Yeah, I don't think we've seen the last of those bastards either," I said as we crossed the road back to the car.
"Probably not," Roach commented as we climbed in and drove the short distance back to the base.
"I had fun," I said with a smile as we got out of the car.
"Me too," Roach replied with a smile and faint blush.
I laughed slightly at it and Roach got redder, "I'll see you tomorrow," I said, turning to go back to the barracks and my room.
Roach was a nice guy. He was cute and funny but there weren't exactly sparks as people say. He was a good friend but I didn't like him that way. At least, I didn't think so. I let go of my thoughts and put my ear-buds in, then remembered that Roach had heard me sing. That embarrassed me. As far as I knew, no-one had ever heard me sing before. I shook my thoughts away and started a random playlist. The song I will not Bow came on again. It was one of my favorites and I couldn't help singing it. I fell asleep soon after the song was over.
