Chapter 2
Soap layed on the cot, looking up toward the ceiling. He knew there was nothing to be done about Roach and Ghost, but he couldn't help but dwell on it, there wasn't anything else to do anyway. He and Price were now wanted men for killing the general. They couldn't even go to search for the lost bodies of their friends , for risk of being killed, or worse, captured...
He then Heard a crackle that sounded like it was coming from the radio "Soap!" he heard, he knew he must be hearing things. Then minutes later he heard "Captain MacTavish! Captain Price, we're alive and need help!", Soap knew he had to be hearing things. Roach and ghost were dead after all it couldn't be them.
Soap decided that he needed to take a walk to try to clear his thoughts. On his way out the door he just about ran strait into Captain Price coming in from outside.
"Its all clear out there", he said leaning his M21 EBR on the wall of the small room. "Oh before I forget, who was on the radio Soap?"
"The radio, sir?" MacTavish said eyes widening
"Yes Soap the radio, did you not heard it?" Price said while scrunching his eyebrows. Now knowing that it was not him hallucinating Soap lunged for the radio.
"ROACH! GHOST! Do you copy!" He basically screamed into the radio, as Price gave him a confused look.
The radio crackled for a moment before he heard Ghost reply "Captain! Its bloody good to heard from you sir!"
A smile spread across the Captain's faces, their friends were alive. "Are you two still at the Estate?"
"Yeah, We made it up to the house, but Roach is in pretty bad shape. He lost a lot of blood..."
The smile left Soaps face and became filled with concern "How bad is he?"
"I managed to get him up the hill to the house but immediately after we got inside he passed out again. Hes a fighter, but I can't say I know if hes going to make it"
Soap turned away from Price, hoping, praying for his young sergeant. The tall brown haired blue eyed man had always been one of his and Ghosts favorites, by being one of the easier men to get along with that would put up with all of their crap, and by having extraordinary skill in just about everything. He had even grown on Soap enough that he considered them friends, but he also looked after him like a younger brother. They had saved each others lives many times too. He couldn't help but worry. As if reading him mind Price put a hand on his shoulder and said "Don't worry to much Soap, if he has lasted through the Task Force 141 this long then he should be able to make it through this."
Soap ran a hand through his short hair. "We've got to go save them, they cant make it there on their own."
"I don't know if that's the best Idea. Have you checked the wanted list lately? We're the two most wanted men it the world! We're above Makarov, for chirsts sake!"
Now Soap was stating to get mad "I know, I know! But we can't leave our men behind they might be our only allies besides Nikaloi!" Soap said as he covered his face with his hands and sat on the small cot.
Price put a hand on his friends shoulder "We'll get them soap, don't worry"