Okay so, I've been rather sick, had writers block and had random stuff happen so this has taken FOREVER! but I apologise for it and I give to you a 1000+ word chapter YAY!
I didn't feel like I got into the characters heads when I wrote this one but I'm sure it's still okay...
Anyway happy reading and I'm sorry that there was a cliffhanger that remained unanswered for like, a month. But I'm back. I promise.
Roach hauled himself out of the bed. He saw that Ozone was still asleep so he tiptoed out of the room and down the hall but as he passed Eagles door he heard voices. He paused and listened in.
"…I do know that I'll be here for you." The voice pauses, "And I promise my life on it that I won't let anything or anyone harm you."
After it clicked in his mind Roach stifled a scream and ran to his old room to grab his mission clothes. He then went to the mess hall for some breakfast. He noticed the rest of the team there: Soap, Scarecrow and himself. But Eagle and Ghost. Well. He wasn't going to say that. Roach grabs a few breakfast bars and walks over to the others.
"Gee, Gary. You look like an ultranationalist!"
"So do you mate!"
He sits down and starts to eat.
Ghost held Eagle in his arms as she bawled her eyes out. It reminded him of when she was little. Scarecrow went out on a solo mission and when the news came through…. She had curled up in his arms and cried. Why she chose him, who knows.
Ghost looked up at the clock on the wall.
"Shit, Eagle. We've got to go!"
"Okay," She mumbled through sobs "I'm sorry. I shouldn't bring you into this."
Ghost put a hand on her head, "You haven't, I should be blaming Harrison."
Just then there was a knock on the door. "Oi, you two lads."
"Yeah?" Ghost calls.
The door opens and Soap nearly does a double take. He doesn't say anything about the two of them he just says to get a move on and then he shuts the door again.
I stand up and go to one of my draws and pull out my ultranationalist gear. Ghost too gets up and goes to find his uniform. I lock my doors and go into the bathroom to change. Once I'm done I look in the mirror and it's a shocking sight… I look exactly like an ultranationalist! It's creepy but yet the whole idea.
I walk over to the mess hall and help myself to three muffins and a glass of chocolate milk. I spot Soap, Roach, Scarecrow and Ghost already sitting down eating or starting intently at some maps.
I slid out of the truck and down onto the hard earth. The sky was dark and the trees blocked out the little moonlight.
I heard another engine approach us and I knew the horses had arrived.
I saw the tailgate lower and I bounded with excitement, MacTavish though, had other plans of fun. He kept threatening to eat the horse if the rations weren't fixed. Personally I had no problems with the rations. Scottish people I guess…
I saw the horses get unloaded and the driver walked over to me with a beautiful black gelding.
I take the reins from him.
"What's his name?" I whisper into the old mans ear
"Midnight."
"Wow" He leaves to get another horse. What a cheesy name.
"Hey, Midnight." I whisper.
The horse turns his head and looks at me, "How about I call you Ninja? You look like one. In a way." The horse whinnies a reply and throws his head to the ground to nibble on a few sprouting pieces of grass.
The other guys get their horses and the old man leaves. I do hope we can bring the horses back to him, he seems attached to them.
Ghost looked his horse over. He wasn't sure to be impressed or not. It was a lanky beast, certainly not what his expectations of a battle horse. But if it got the job done he didn't really give a shit.
He looked over at Eagle and saw she was busy stroking her horse's neck. Scarecrow caught him looking and walked over.
"She's always wanted a horse. Wouldn't stop pestering Dad when she was younger, still pesters me and occasionally pesters Soap."
"Couldn't tell she wanted one."
"Has she really never pestered you for one?"
"Yeah. I…. don't think so."
"Yeah, look. I think we should get her one."
"She's moving to the Ranger Corps. Can't take one there now can she?" Ghost looked at Scarecrow.
"I can believe she's got to go, Ghost. She's all I've got left. Can you do anything about it?"
"Wish I could but Christmas is going to be a sad one this year around."
I saw the others mount (rather unsuccessfully) and so I put my left foot into the stirrup and hoisted myself up without any drama. I shortened my reins so I felt the light contact and I was ready for action! One look at the guys told me it was going to be an interesting ride to base.
Woo please R&R
Ace of Aids out~
Oh and random fact:
My name I got when I thought that hey, Ace of spades. That sounds cool, until I started to rhyme and this came out. Hmmm. Yeah. :)
Free unicorns to all!