Ghost had been kicked in the face many times in his long, tragic life, but never so hard that he actually tasted the boot,until now. The Russian soldier removed his boot from Ghosts face, revealing a pistol.

" It looks like you have come unprepared." The soldier commented. He searched Ghosts eyes for fear, but was blocked by tinted sunglasses. With a sudden rush of adrenalin Ghost grabbed his assailants arm and hoisted himself up. Weak from blood loss, he could only throw a few weak punches before having his face smashed into the desk with such force his sight went blurry.

" I have had enough games." A heavy accented voice commented.

Ghost glanced up at the Russian soldier with a glare. He desperately tried to sit up, but was knocked back down with a kick to the chest. Panting and shaking, Ghost watched as the man in black pulled a combat knife from his belt ( He had dropped his gun during the short struggle with Ghost) and readied it. Ghost closed his eyes and waited. Seconds pasted with nothing. He opened his eyes to find the Russian soldier still standing over him, a blank yet pained look on his face. With knife still in hand the man fell to the floor, revealing Roach from behind him, his own bloody knife in hand. The last thing Ghost remembered before passing was Roach calling his name, finally breaking his silence.

" Come on, English." Roba whispered into Ghosts ear, mocking him. " You don't want to see anymore people die, do you?"

Ghost strained to get away, but his bonds held him in place. If the chair wasn't bolted to the floor, he probably would have flipped it over. Roba leaned his face close to Ghosts.

" The questions to difficult for you?"

Ghost spit in the mans face. Roba wiped the spit away with his sleeve and smirked.

" Looks like we will have to start on you."

Roba brought a large hunting knife from his belt and brought it to ghosts chest, slowly cutting across.

" No!" Ghost groaned.

" Ghost?" A familiar voice called, but Ghost ignored it and continued to scream.

" NO!"

" GHOST!"

Ghosts eyes shot open. This first thing he saw the Roach leaning over him, his face had a look of combined concern and shock. It was only a dream, again.

" Roach!" Ghost asked as he lunged upright. Roach quickly shot back to avoid being head butted by his friend. Ghost put his head in his hands as he panted wildly.

" Were am I?" He asked Roach.

" The medical tent, you have a bullet wound to the leg and a concussion. Luckily the leg wound isn't to bad. The doctor said you should be able to walk soon."

Roach handed Ghost a glass of water, which he downed in one gulp.

" You….. Want to talk about it?"

Ghost turned to the younger man and raised an eyebrow. Had he been screaming out loud? He decided to change the subject.

" How long have you been in here?"

Roach gave a slight smile.

" A few hours, give or take."

Ghost shook his head.

" Bloody hell, you didn't have to do that."

" I wanted to."

" You wanted to sit here and stare at the wall?"

" Yep."

Ghost sighed. He thought back to his dream and shivered. Roach didn't let this go unnoticed.

" Talk to me here Ghost, its okay."

Roach excepted Ghost to do what he always did, pretend like nothing is wrong and refuse.

" I'm sorry iv been stubborn Roach, the truth is I really, really need to talk about it."

Roach raised his eyebrows in surprise. He wasn't sure if Ghost finally snapped or if the pain killers were affecting him. But was more than happy to listen.

" Alright. Were do you want to start? I'm all ears."

The end! Well, I know this chapter wasn't very good but I wasn't sure how to end it. My next story will have MacTavish in it, but im not sure who else yet. Any suggestions?