Yay! More reviews! In my book that's unheard of for me, so thank you all for making this story possible! :D Also I apologize once more for how short the last chapter was, I'll try to make this one longer.

When the helicopter landed at the Task Force base, nobody expected them to be one man short, and the fact that Ghost had to be carried out unconscious with bloody bandages wrapped around his torso scared everyone; Ghost never got hit. After Soap dropped Ghost off in the infirmary, Meat was the first one to confront him about Roach being gone. At first he hesitated, put off by the look on Soaps face, which was drawn, and at closer inspection he could see tear tracks in the dirt covering his face, distorting the war paint he was wearing.

"Excuse me sir, but everyone's wondering what happened. Roach isn't with you and Ghost is… well…" Meat shrugged, his heart fluttering with nervousness as MacTavish looked at him with hallow eyes.

"Roach was taken captive. His position is unknown. Ghost is recovering from shock. The mission was failed. Anything else?"

Meat stood there, his mouth going dry. He shook his head as he felt his knees go weak. The last time he had seen Roach he had treated him horribly and now he may never see him again. Nodding to his captain he slowly turned around and walked towered his teammates, swallowing the lump in his throat as he started to explain what had happened, knowing the captain wasn't going to any time soon.

2 Hours Later…

Ghost groaned as he woke up to a banging in his head. He cracked his eyes open, flinching as the sterile white walls of the infirmary jabbed at his skull. Sunlight streamed through the window above the bed, telling him it was near lunch. He slowly propped himself stiffly up in the bed, leaning over to put his head in his hands as nausea built up in his throat. Swallowing it down he thought of the previous mission and felt hatred at the sob that emitted from his throat, the loss of Gary hitting him in the stomach like someone had hit him with a bat. Suddenly a stinging in his side grabbed his attention and he raised the shirt he was wearing to inspect it. Bandages wrapped tightly around his torso and he could see slashes of blood where it had stained threw overnight. He'd have to get the bandages changed soon. He sighed as an ache started to pulse throughout his body. As he leaned his head back into the pillow behind him he noticed a black cloth on the nightstand next to the bed and realized it was his balaclava and sunglasses. It was then he noticed the tearing hunger pains. Reaching over he grasped the balaclava and slipped it over his unruly hair, the sunglasses fallowing soon after. With a grunt he got up slowly, feeling his back pop as he did so. Sighing he stretched his arms over his head, careful not to stretch his stomach to much before he headed to the mess hall, which he soon regretted because as soon as he walked in it seemed every eye was on him. He looked around and was disappointed as he realized John wasn't in the room. Shrugging he walked over and grabbed a tray, only to realize as he sat down at an empty table that he probably wouldn't be able to stomach the food. He stared at the plate of food and let himself get lost in his own dark thoughts, only to jump in surprise as he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He spun around only to be met with the sullen face of Meat who was holding something behind his back, looking shy of all things.

"What is it." Ghost said flatly, not in the mood for Meats snide remarks.

"Well… me and the guys have been talking… and we all know how much Gary means to you…"

Ghost raised his eyebrows curiously as Meat said Gary's real name. He felt himself get defensive at the mention of his relationship with Gary. "Yeah, your point being…?"

To his astonishment Meat shuffled his feet before holding out a digital photo out to Ghost. "The guys, including myself, just thought…" at this Meat faded off as Ghost snatched the photo quickly from Meats hand.

Glancing down at the photo Ghost froze. The picture was from 2 days ago when he had been sleeping with Gary. Ghost was spooning Gary, his arm over Gary's torso, with their fingers intertwined, and his head nestled into the crook of Gary's neck.

"It's the only picture we could find of him…"

Ghost slowly pulled his sunglasses off to see it in its normal color, slowly slipping his glasses into the collar of his shirt. Ghost opened his mouth only to hear a choke come out. He immediately clamped his mouth shut, not wanting his voice to sound weak in-front of the others. Without thinking he stood up sharply, tipping his chair back, the sound of it clattering against the floor silencing the room. He looked at Meat who looked back nervously, not having seen Ghost's eyes before, the pain he saw in those ice blue eyes made him want to take a step back, the only reason he hadn't due to sheer will. He couldn't help but notice the tear that slipped out of the edge of Ghost's left eye, only to be soaked into the fabric of his skull balaclava. Ghost felt his throat tighten before he walked stiffly away to his room, the picture grasped tightly in his hand as he walked.

By the time he reached his room his breath was coming in ragged sobs. As he shut his door behind him he stood still just staring at the picture before he slowly sunk to his knees. He hunched over and watched as a tear dropped down onto the photo. Ghost wrapped his arms around his stomach before his mouth stretched open, all the anger and sorrow he felt spilling out in an agonized yell.

Felt like focusing just on Ghost. Also, because I know it annoys everyone, I'm going to ask you to review.

:D