So it probably was a bad beginning for this story, but hey I did the best I could and that's all that matters….right?
Okay so here is the next part-t-t-t in my story!
P.S. (I own nothing) *Sobs*
His back was press roughly against the solid concrete of a classroom wall, his ACR held tightly in his grip. How he got separated from his team, once again, he will never know. Roach thought back to when he last saw his team, before he briefly turned his back, and then…they were gone.
The slight shuffling of boots on the dusty floor snapped Roach back into stealth mode. Bring his body closer into the shadows, Roach examined his pray slowly. Two tangos, holding there guns carelessly. Easy, Roach thought smirking.
The two walked away from the doorway talking to each other. Roach slowly came up from behind one, took out his army knife and swiftly took out the two with quick fluid motions. There bodies fell limp against Roach as he dragged them across the ground and into the shade.
Dusting his hands off, with a satisfied look on his features, Roach grabbed his gun and peered out the side of the door way. "Hallway clear," He whispered to himself. Gary wanted to use his radio, but hey guess what, he broke it…funny. Slowly, Roach placed a foot out of the doorway, senses sharp. Quickly running, in a girlish way, Roach ran to the other side of the hallway. Once again he pressed his body against the darkened wall; hiding in the darkness Roach examined the next hallway.
He ran threw out the School, trying to avoid enemy's, who, he might add, were stupid enough to ignore to wondering figure. There so stupid…that-that they would bring a spoon to the super bowl! Roach held back a chuckle as he thought of his joke, oh the things he thinks of.
General Sheppard had told the Task Force to clear out the School, "For there might be important information we could use against, and bla-bla-bla!" Roach mimicked the General annoyed almost as much as Ghost was.
'Why do we have to do the easy job?' Roach whined towards his captain as they walked towards the helicopter.
'Because-' MacTavish started.
'Cause you need training bug.' Ghost cut in smirking as Roach stuck out his tong.
'…Then why are you going?' Roach smiled evilly.
'I could use a brake.'
'From what, your self-esteem?'
Roach suddenly came to a stop, pain flared up in his lungs. Hand shooting up towards his chest, Roach stumbled against the wall and fell face first on the cement floor. Groaning in pain, Roach pushed himself on his back as he struggled to breath. His breaths gave shutters, shaking his whole body. Roach's gloved hands stuck to his vest as if it was gum to a shoe, as he struggled to remove the gear. Time seemed to stop; the only sound was quick wheezing that only came from the Sergeant that lay on the dusty floor.
In the midst of silence, Roach picked up the slightest movement coming from his right. Still fighting for breath, Roach gained enough strength to move into a classroom and hide from the figure. His stumbling movements caught his attacker, making the heavy footing come closer in his direction.
"Hello?"
Sanderson's eyes grew wide, he knew that voice! Opening up his mouth to shout out to his teammate, Roach gave a started intake of breath. Once again his lungs crumpled against the oxygen. Gary placed his forehead slowly on the ground, the cement feeling freezing against his skin.
"I know you're in here, so just come out!" It was Meat.
Roach's mouth hung open in attempt to breath in deep and mind clearing breaths. But the only 'breaths' he got, was shuttering, short, and non-clearing breaths. Oh, how he wanted to breathe. Roach's mind became covered in fog as he sweat drenched his face.
"Oi Meat, no ones in here, lets go mate." Ghost…
Using all his will power, Roach stood up unsteadily, and came out from the shadows, but the room was empty. Stumbling towards the door, Roach suddenly tripped over his feet and fell towards the floor. Roach quickly reached out and grabbed a chair that plummeted towards to floor with him, earning a loud CRASH as the chair struck the ground. Gary inhaled quickly with the much needed oxygen; coughs quickly erupted from his painful chest.
"I told ya!" Meat shouted and ran back toward the classroom, his AK-47 shifting across the room before harshly landing on Roach. "Roach?" Meat lowered his Assault Rifle and rushed to his friend's side. Meat quickly pushed the chair off of Roach and helped him sit up. "You okay man?" Meat questioned.
"I don't hear anything Meat, so ya better have a.) Killed him or b.) Your paranoid-" Ghost stopped talking as he saw Roach shake his head slowly. "What the hell happened to you Roach?"
"I-" Roach cleared his throat, "I, uh, fell…"
"Fell?"
"Technically I tripped but…ya, I fell."
Ghost gave a snort, "On what?"
Roach looked around the room quickly, finding nothing, Roach sighed and mumbled, "My feet."
Meat gave a chuckle, "Only you Roach, only you." They stood up together and exited the room.
Ghost pulled out his radio, "We found Roach sir, and the 2nd floor is clear."
A quick static reply came from the radio, "Good, the top and bottom floor are clear. Sheppard wants your arses out of that building pronto."
"What for, sir?"
You could hear a sigh from the Captain, "He wants to blow it up."
"Copy," And with that Ghost placed his radio back in it holster. "Come on, your heard the Captain lets go."
"Do you think this place could be one of Makarov's safe houses?"
"Could be…" Ghost shrugged lightly as he led the two other solders down the steps.
"So Roach, where's your radio?" Meat turned towards his teammate as they escaped threw the emergency fire door.
"Oh, you knooww…"
"Nope," Meat smirked.
Roach quickly changed he subject, "Do you know where Royce is?" With no reply from Meat, Roach shrugged and left to find Royce.
"Oi, Roach!" A sudden Scottish accent rang in the sergeants ears, making them ring slightly.
"Hey Captain," Roach turned towards MacTavish, flashing a grin.
"Come here bug," MacTavish crossed his arms, a disproval frown written on his face.
Letting his shoulders sag, Roach slowly made his way towards his Captain. "Yes sir?"
"What is this I hear about, you and Royce makin' a bet?"
"Sir-"
Royce jumped into the conversation, "Roach! What injuries did you get this time?"
A low growl escaped MacTavish, but Royce didn't seem to notice.
"Uh…Royce," Roach began but a sudden slap on the back made him jump in surprise.
"Don't try and fool me Roach, common! We didn't name you Roach for nothing," Royce smiled sinisterly.
"You didn't give him that call name Royce," MacTavish snapped, "And I didn't give him that call name so you could make bets on him either. So I want you two to get your arses on that helicopter before I count to 10!"
With that Royce and Roach fled towards there helicopter, "Dude!" Royce growled, "Why didn't you tell me he was right behind me!"
Roach quickly crossed his arms, "I tried!" There conversation was cut short as Ghost climbed on helicopter and stared at the two solders with a silent grin hid behind his mask. With a low bark, Roach added, "You still owe me 20 bucks…"
Okay, what you saw in the middle of this chapter was one of Roaches "Symptoms!" OH the excitement! Anywho, next chapter shall be up soon, after I type up my other chapter for my OTHER story. So bye for now!
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