Call of Duty: Ghost Squadron

by noob622

A detailed account of Ghost Squad during the events in Call of Duty 4, featuring the iconic character Simon "Ghost" Riley. Led by Ghost-1, Captain Antonio Lee, and spearheaded by Lt. Shepard, Ghost Squad is deployed in special engagements. This fan-fiction is as authentic as possible, including correct timelines, back-stories, weapons, vehicles, and actual game dialogue.

5. Chapter V: Epilogue

Part 5: Epilogue

[Takes place during the events in call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare]

Simon woke to a pounding headache. In a brief moment of confusion, he thought he was still in the Sea Knight, strapped in to a passenger seat, but in a moment he recognized the floral wallpaper of the general infirmary. He also realized he was only seeing through one eye, which called his attention to his wounds. He had a bandage on his right eye and a cast on his left arm. He had blood stained gauze running under his gown across his chest, hinting at broken ribs. He was attached to an IV station on his right wrist, just underneath his bandaged hand. Simon inhaled and exhaled, struggling to keep back a painful yell. He then noticed the figure beside his bedside. Lt. Shepard stood completely still, something in his hands. He looked at Simon.
"How are you?" he asked.
"Honestly, I've been better." Just talking almost made him faint. "How's the rest of the team?" Lt. Shepard looked away, all that he needed to do for Ghost-6 to know that he was the only survivor.
"It was my fault. I never should have authorized a mission in such a risky zone. I should have denied it, kept them here. And now I have to live with their blood on my hands. And look what they gave me." He turned, revealing to Simon the new insignia on Lt. Shepard's chest. "I lose my entire squad. And they make me a General. These stripes mean nothing to me but the death of my team." General Shepard took a deep breath. "When you are out of here, I've authorized six months of paid leave. I think you could use some time away from the front lines." Simon looked at him. The old man seemed…..tired? No. Beaten. He looked defeated.
"You know I can't accept that. I relax with an assault rifle in my hand." He replied. General Shepard turned around.
"Of course not, Simon. Always fighting." He pulled a folder out of his satchel. "I'm putting together another team. The best of the best. Led by the best damned soldier I can find. We work under no jurisdiction, we are not allied to any particular country. Sound interested?" Simon painfully smiled.
"Sounds right up my alley."
"Good." General Shepard put the folder down. "But don't worry about that now. You rest, get some R&R. You deserve it Simon. Or should I say codename Ghost." He put the object in his hand down on Simon's bed and walked out the room. Simon looked at the piece of cloth on his bed. It was a mask, decaled with a skull, made of a thick material. A reminder of his fallen commander. And an article of clothing that Simon would now wear for every mission for the rest of his life.