Before I start I just want to say thank you to everyone!

Ghost looked down at the assembling guys (and girl) he yelled some swear words and threats to the dawdlers as they came and took their places in line.

Just as everyone assembled MacTavish appeared next to him and Ghost knew it was his time to join the line. He was in charge of getting everyone up but he had to participate in the training. MacTavish did some training of his own later in the day. He took his place in line next to Eagle and leaned in next to her before whispering into her ear,

"Apple tree, midday." She didn't get a chance to respond because MacTavish was already yelling at her to run the pit.

I walked over to the apple tree and I sit down by it. I hear a slight thud next to me and I notice that Ghost had just jumped down from the tree.

"Hey stalker," I say looking up at him.

"S'up bro?"

"Hmmm. I'm just wanting to know why you told me to come here."

"I have bad news."

"Oh yeah?" He sits down next to me and rips off the sunglasses before removing the balaclava. He sighs and stuffs the items in his pockets. It's not often he removes that stuff so I immediately know something's up. I look at his face, scared from torture but kind and icy. Not something you want to be on the wrong end of. Through all the scars was a young beautiful handsome face (It's close between him and Roach) that showed wisdom through the lines and a nose crooked from numerous fistfights. I have to admit Ghost does look hot! But. No time to think about what guy is the best looking on the base. Ghost needed to say something, tell me something. I tune in again and I'm more then relieved to find he hadn't started yet.

Roach sat in the rec room playing the Xbox. The room was surprisingly full considering it was midday. Roach guessed that lunch was delayed or the guys had eaten early. Either way he didn't give a damn. He was just focused of wining the team death-match on Terminal. MW2 was his favourite game and he loved the multiplayer!

As I was sitting there by the tree with Ghost failing to explain Soap's alleged 'mistake' the memories started to come back. I was 11 and my real brother Scarecrow had taken me to the base after Dad was shot serving in Op Kingfish. Mum disappeared and he didn't want to see me go to an orphanage or to some foster home. And somehow Makarov had gotten wind and associated with Shepard. Shepard then sent some of his people from the Rangers down and no matter how hard Scarecrow had tried he lost and the Rangers eventually got to me. He got shot in both legs from point blank range by a shotgun. It was truly surprising that he still had both legs in tact and that they worked just like before the incident. Even now I sometimes hear him mutter under his breath about that night. He won't even listen to me if I try to explain that it wasn't his fault. I think he feels terrible about the things that happened to me when I was taken. It took two weeks for the guys to get me and every day that I was there I was getting tortured. Each day it got worse and they would tell me what was in store for me the next day. I was starved, cut, electrocuted, beaten, injected with nasty things and up to the point of rape. Everything and anything. The Rangers wanted any secrets and knowledge. But see, the truth is that I knew nothing at the time and even if I did I wasn't going to say anything. I didn't scream out in pain or say a single word. They got nothing out of me but they scared me up so now parts of my body look like some animal got hungry and gnawed on my flesh. I don't care though. It gives me more reason to fight and to hunt down Makarov. (However I doubt I will be the one to kill him).

Ghost was very confused. Eagle sat next to him. She wasn't responding and her face was blank. Had she even heard him? He poked her. No response. He shook her. Slight response. He then stood up, grabbed one of her arms and started to drag her. And he got a response all right. She was up on her feet in an instant and he was squirming beneath her grip. Her legs clamped tightly on either side of his chest. She was standing up. Towering over him. She only said one thing before jogging off to god knows where.

"The Rangers can't do jack to me."

Ghost knew what she meant as he was the poor soul to find her. Strapped to a post covered in blood and bruises, a red lake dripping down the pole and forming on the ground. She was barley clothed and she was unconscious. It was a cruel thought to think that grown men would do such a thing to a truly innocent child! It made his blood boil. At the time of finding her he was fresh to the 141. He wasn't meant to be there but he had contacts that got him a spot, he would only have been 17, maybe 18. Now being just over 20 something. Roach was again, younger and Price was like, an old man at 40. Scarecrow, no one knows his age apart from his sister but he can't be that old. Ghost remained fix looking at the sky.