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Chapter 4: Suicide

I stared at the sky again, fighting the tears of defeat that formed in my eyes. We were going to die right here and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it. The radio buzzed with static in my hand. I sighed and moved to turn the radio off.

"Roach. This is Nikolai. Are you there my friend?"

My heart skipped a beat

"NIKOLAI?" I yelled into the radio, louder than I meant. I couldn't believe it

"Roach, you're alive? What about Shepherd. What happened? Where are you" Nikolai's voice yelled over the radio.

"Shepherd shot both me and Ghost. We're alive but I don't think Ghost is going to last for more than two days without medical attention. Where are Captain Price and Captain MacTavish? Are they with you?". My voice was unusually high, cracked with a surge of relief that my call had been answered.

Static emanated from the radio again.

"Nikolai? Can you hear me?" I said, unsure if Nikolai was having transmission difficulties.

"I can hear you Roach. Uhh. Price and Soap. They've gone after Shepherd. I just dropped them off at Site Hotel Bravo, Shepherd's base camp."

OH SHIT! They're going after one of the most influential soldiers in the US military. And they were infiltrating a heavily armed military base to do it. And most likely to avenge me and Ghost.

"Nikolai are you still in contact with them? You need to tell them that we're alive" I yelled desperately into the radio, my words hurried and fumbled.

"Dah I would, but Price just cut all contact with me. He's told me to leave"

Captain Price's final words over the radio resonated in my ears. 'this is a one way trip mate'. My breath caught. They were on a suicide mission.

"NO!" I shouted out loud. They couldn't do that! Not now! I pressed down the transmission button again. "Nikolai please! Is there anyway you can get in contact with them?" I said, agitated and desperate.

"I'm afraid not my friend. They're on a one way frequency now."

I began to panic as images of the broken bodies of MacTavish and Price, rushed into my head. There had to be a way.

"Is there anyway to track them through the base. Pick them up when they're in the clear?"

"Well ahead of you Roach! I've tapped into the enemy's comms. It's a little fuzzy but I can still track them." Said Nikolai. His voice sounded triumphant.

I rubbed my head in frustration. It was the best we had right now.

"Listen Nikolai. I need to you wait for them. I need you to collect them as soon as they're in the clear" I said quickly, my voice was dripping in fatigue.

"Ok Roach. But what about you and Ghost, you'll need transport quick too-"

"Nikolai just deal with Price and MacTavish first" I snapped, cutting him off. I shouldn't have been so short with him, but I was becoming more and more agitated about the situation. I felt a surge of guilt as Nikolai heaved a sigh over the radio.

"I will wait for them and then I will collect you after they're safe or I will send someone to collect you. I have a place where we can lie low for a while. There are medical teams and rations there"

What? The only places where I knew there were medics and rations were at base camps and all the base camps close by belonged to the Americans… I dismissed the questions that rose in my mind. "Ok. Just make sure you get them out of there. Once you have them contact me. I'll leave my radio on"

"Alright. Good luck my friend. I will see you soon"

I heard Nikolai's radio click off the frequency. Once again static resounded around the woods. I let my head fall to the ground with a soft thump, lowering my hand and radio to the cold soil. Dark clouds were starting to clutter up the sky, casting long shadows on the land below. Birds were returning to the area, softly calling to each other.

I looked back over at Ghost. His hair was strewn about his face, covering the ground like a blanket, the light wind tousling it slightly. His breathing was regular except for the occasional stutter. Pretty bloody good, considering where he got shot. The dressings that surrounded his chest still held firm, preventing any more blood from escaping his damaged body.

We had never got on as well as we did now. When I first arrived at the 141, one year ago, I met Sergeant Simon 'Ghost' Riley. Upon seeing him for the first time, I thought he was a scary stuck up, over indulgent prick, arrogant with his authority, bestowed upon him by Captain MacTavish and General Shepherd. But that just proved first impressions weren't always right. He was an exceptional leader and wonderful person that remained entirely loyal to his friends and team. We were close enough to be brothers now; a friendship we had both embraced considering neither of us had no family left. But we had lost them under very different circumstances. A shiver ran up my spine as I considered his past.

Don't think about that, I thought to myself. That was just a bad place to go

My thoughts drifted to Captain MacTavish. He had acted as a big brother to me since the day I had arrived. He kept both Ghost and I in line when he felt the need, caring for any member of the team if we got hurt or sick. He was the best leader I knew. However he had never given the team any knowledge of his past, a challenge the men had accepted with gusto. Soon there was a betting pool set up. The person who found out exactly who the Captain was and where he was from, would earn all the money that was currently in the betting pool (it was currently up to £250). It was only recently that we learnt his nickname was Soap, when we met Captain Price.

Our team had picked up Captain Price only a few days ago. He went a long way back with MacTavish and I respected him for that. A friendship and mutual trust began to develop between us when we infiltrated a Russian military base together. Ghost however, wasn't so quick to trust Price, but he obeyed his orders regardless and accepted he was a great leader.

The sky was now completely covered in dark clouds. The birds had fallen silent once again. The wind began to pick up, ruffling my light brown hair. Another shiver rocked though my body as I tried to keep warm. I glanced back over at Ghost. I noticed him tremble slightly. But his breathing was still regular, a good sign.

I felt my eyelids droop again. There was nothing left to do. I justified that if the Russians found us there'd be no way of defending ourselves, so I might as well get some sleep. I wrapped the remains of my warm jacket around me, wincing at the injury. Sleep quickly engulfed me into a shroud of white haze of numbness and I felt my mind go blank. I fell into a deep sleep, untroubled by dreams or fears. And for the first time in months, I felt totally at peace.

I opened my eyes only to find myself in a dark room. Metal clinked around me in the darkness. I tried to move but found my hands and legs bound by itchy, worn rope. I began to yell, but a gag muffled my voice. I felt cold. Wait… was I… naked? My heart rate increased as I realized I had been captured. What was going on? Where was I? Still the sound of clicking metal surrounded me. I shivered as a breath of wind washed up my exposed thigh. My eyes searched the darkness, darting back and forward as I tried to keep calm. I heard voices outside the room. But they didn't sound Russian. The language almost sounded like…. Mexican?

A door smashed open in front of me, flooding the room with blinding sunlight. I blinked furiously against the spots of color that filled my vision. The door slammed shut almost immediately, leaving me in complete darkness once again. I began to struggle against my bonds.

"That won't do you any good," purred a voice right next to my left ear.

The sound made me jump and struggle harder. The voice chuckled darkly into my ear, his hot breath trickling down my neck. I heard him move away, causing me to tremble. My eyes flittered around me, scanning my surroundings for the source of the voice.

The sound of metal filled my ears again as fingers traced the steel instruments hanging on the walls. My heart fluttered bounding off my ribs. Where was he? What was he doing? My head spun as thoughts bounced around my skull. I was sure I knew what that metal was for. Tools. Cold, hard metal instruments, used for torture. I quivered where I sat, feeling warm blood trickle down my hands and congeal into droplets at my fingers, as the rope bonds cut into my skin.

"I'm going to enjoy doing this to you English…" the voice whispered right next to me. My body froze up as I choked on fear. I cringed against the agony that was sure to come, struggling with the rope that held my limbs firmly in place. A scream built up in my throat…

Thought I'd end the chapter on a bit of a scary note. This it the first time I've ever written a torture scene. Very intense, interesting but slightly scary too. Maybe I should bump up the rating to M? Anyway please rate and review. REVIEWS ARE ALWAYS GREATLY APPRECIATED. They get me writing more. Once again a HUGE thank you to those who reviewed the story so far. Please! Even if you have already, keep telling me how I'm doing. Feedback is ALWAYS greatly appreciated. AND if you haven't reviewed yet PLEASE DO!