MacTavish's deep Scottish accent rang through the briefing room as Ghost, Roach, and Worm listened.

" This mission is going to relatively simple."

Roach rolled his eyes. The last time a mission was relatively simple he got five ribs broken and a concussion. His captain pointed to a large map on the wall behind him.

" This a small Russian camp. On each side are two small buildings. Each building contains a main computer systems and are most likely heavily guarded. We are going to split up in Two teams of Two. Roach and Ghost, Worm and I. Each group has to reach their assigned building and download a copy of intelligence information from the computers."

Ghost slightly winced under his mask at the teams. He didn't mind working with Roach, but he felt bad for snapping at the sergeant this morning, he was only trying to help. The truth was Ghost wanted to talk about it, but every time he does he feels like a maniac. He wanted to forget the memories, not bring them up. MacTavish once again began to speak.

" I stress silence here. Our intel says the camp is has a low population, but our intel is famous for being wrong. Use the cover of the snow to keep hidden. Our transport is ready and waiting, lets move out."

Two hours later…

" Nice and easy Roach." Ghost whispered as the two men approached their destination. Two guards stood outside the entrance of the small building, chatting in Russian. Luckily a storm had started up, so the guards could not see Roach or Ghost standing only a few yards away behind a tree. Ghost lifted his rifle.

" I don't see any other guards. On three you take the one on the left, ill take the one on the right."

Roach lifted his rifle as well but remained silent. His silence throughout the mission made Ghost feel even worse. Had he hurt the younger mans feelings? Ghost couldn't tell due to Roach wearing a face mask and goggles.

" Now I know how all the others feel when I wear my mask." Ghost thought. He clicked off his guns safety and took aim. Roach followed.

" 1... 2...3!"

Both guards fell silently to the ground from bullet wounds to the head. Ghost and Roach shuffled through the deep snow towards the door, keeping check for other Russians. Ghost tried the door and found it locked. He bent down to one of the dead guards.

" I'm going to check for keys, keep watch."

Ghost cringed at Roach's continued silence as he searched. After trying one of the guards many pockets, he found what he was looking for.

" Got them." Ghost mumbled practically to himself as he unlocked the door, he knew Roach wouldn't answer. Once inside Ghost headed strait to the computer and began the data transfer. Roach stayed near the door, rifle ready for any intruders. Hearing slight movement behind him, Roach turned around just in time to see a figure rush out of the shadows and grab him by the head. The unknown assailant cupped his hands over Roach's nose and mouth and held until he slipped silently into unconscious. Roach had tried to get away, but was overpowered. During this short struggle Ghost remained only a few feet away, oblivious. With the data transfer almost done, Ghost found this a good time to apologize.

" Roach, im sorry."

Silence.

" Come on Roach."

Silence.

" Roach?" Ghost turned around to find a black figure standing over Roach's limp body.

" Freeze you-"

Ghost was interrupted by a shot to the leg as he stood from his chair. He fell to the ground, dizzy with pain. Ghost tried to drag himself towards his rifle, which had only been thrown a few feet away. Just as his hand reached the tip of the gun the black entity kicked it across the room and laughed.

" Nice try."

Ghost looked up with blurry vision to see a his assailant. It was a Russian soldier dressed in all black with a black face mask. A grin could be seen underneath the fabric.