A/N: Woohooo! OMG last chapter was SOOO angsty! More angst is coming though, and if I'm right some new people might show up soon… *hint* *hint*

Price led the way into the base with MacTavish and Ghost on his flank. Archer and Toad were providing sniper support up on the ridge. They had almost brought Archer with them because he had the most medical experience, but decided he could look at Roach on the chopper.

The alarms were so loud it set their ears ringing, but they kept going, shooting anything that moved. Getting in was the easy part. Trying to find Roach with hostiles literally everywhere was a whole different story. They were just glad it wasn't a very big building. It had 2 floors, both of which weren't very big.

Ghost stopped for a minute. Was that helicopter rotors…?

"Ghost, move your arse." MacTavish said as he and Price continued down the hall.

"Sorry, sir." He apologized, jogging to keep up with them.

It took them forever to clear the first floor. They had to fight their way into every room, search it, then do the same with the rest of the rooms.

Archer watched as they searched the last room on the first floor. He sighed in disappointment when they realized Roach wasn't in there. Looking back in his scope, he thought he saw a flicker of movement. He watched that area for several seconds, then seeing nothing, moved on. He watched as the team started for the door, Ghost being last. MacTavish and Price left the room right before someone tackled Ghost.

He tried to take aim, but they were moving too fast and he was worried that he would accidentally hit Ghost. They stopped moving as the man lunged at Ghost and pinned him to the floor. The man tried to stab him and he was just barely keeping the knife from stabbing him in the face. He took aim and fired, just as Price and MacTavish ran into the room.

He knew the shot was good as soon as he pulled the trigger. Hearing a shot fired, the man looked up just in time to get a bullet to the face. Blood splattered all over Ghost. He shoved the dead man off and looked up to see MacTavish holding his hand out. He took it and let him help him up.

"Thanks, mate."

"No problem. Sorry we were late for the party." He smiled, glad that his Lieutenant was okay.

"You alright, Ghost?" Archer asked over the comms.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for saving my arse."

"If I wasn't around to save it, then you would've been dead years ago."

"Would you two stop flirting so we can go find Roach?" Price asked, clearly annoyed.

They laughed and looked around until they found the stairs. They reached the second floor, prepared for an attack, but were surprised to find it completely empty.

"At least we know why it was so hard to get to the second floor now. They must've sent everyone down to the first floor to keep us from getting here, which means Roach is definitely here."

"Or it was a distraction so they could grab him and run off."

"Well aren't you a little ray of sunshine. We should start calling you Mr. Positive from now on."

Price tried to tune them out as he thought he heard something. He waited a few moments... Then... there it was again! It almost sounded like someone was crying.

"Shut up!" He said, getting their attention.

They both looked at him and saw the intense concentration on his face.

"Price, what's-"

"Shhh! Listen."

They both were silent. Then they heard it too. They ran down the hall, following the sound until they reached the right room. Their guns were loaded and ready should anyone happen to show up. Then they saw him. They all gasped at the sight of Roach.

Roach lay on the table, still tied to it with barbed wire. He had tried to get out of them, but it was impossible! No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get them to budge. He could no longer feel his leg, probably because he had lost too much blood and was going into shock. His breathing was labored because of his broken ribs. It hurt so bad to breathe.

He absently wondered where John had went. He flinched and yelped in surprise when he heard a loud shot ring out. He felt more blood leak onto the table. He had heard gunfire a while ago and wondered what was going on down there. He really didn't like this. He needed to get off of this damned table and away from this room! He yanked on his bonds, barely registering the pain as the barbs went deeper into his arm. He didn't just want to get out of here anymore. He needed to get out of here before they came back!

They wouldn't come off! He stopped as he heard footsteps... Oh no! They came back! He needed to leave! Why couldn't they just leave him alone?! He started crying. He was scared and tired and frustrated, and those people were coming back to hurt him and there was nothing he could do about it! He listened and heard running. It was close by.

He panicked and tugged at his restraints with everything he had. The footsteps came closer and closer until he could hear them pounding in his head, taunting him. Then they stopped, in the doorway. His panic increased tenfold.

"Roach!" Someone yelled.

He stopped for a minute. That sounded like Ghost... He looked up to see three people standing over him and jumped. They looked like the dead members of the Task Force. He wished it was them, but figured he had lost too much blood and was seeing things. It was probably John and his men. They came back to get him. He didn't want to go back with them though! It was awful being stuck with his father and he damn well wasn't gonna let it happen again!

"Hang on Roach, we'll get you out of here." MacTavish said as he and Price worked on cutting the barbed wire.

That didn't sound like John though... this was just confusing! One part of him said, You are the last member of the Task Force, the rest of them are dead. This can't be them. The other part of him said, John was lying to you! These are your friends and they're trying to help you. He didn't know which to believe! He yelped in surprise as there was a sharp pain in his broken arm. They had finally cut through the barbed wire and gotten the barbs out of it. Shortly after, they finished with his other arm and that one hurt worse. He whined through his teeth as they finished the third one.

"Its okay Roach, we're almost done."

They cut through the last one and looked him over. Damn, he looked bad. They eyed the knife in his leg, all wondering the same thing.

"Should we take it out now?" Ghost asked in a hushed voice.

"I don't know."

"I think we should wait and let Archer do it. Besides, if we take it out here we don't really have anything to help stop the bleeding." Price said.

"Let's go, we'll just let Archer do it."

"Alright, Soap you carry Roach. Ghost and I will cover you."

He nodded and went over to Roach. He had so many injuries that the only way to carry him without hurting him worse was bridal style. He gently slid one arm under his legs, the other supporting his back. When Roach noticed this he growled in warning. He hated it when people carried him. He always felt like they were going to drop him.

"Sorry bug, but we gotta get out of here." Soap said, picking him up.

He knew Roach hated it, but he was just gonna have to deal with it. He was surprisingly light, which worried him. They all knew he was the smallest one on the team, but he still shouldn't be this light... He automatically felt him tense up in his arms, waiting to be dropped.

"I'm not gonna drop you, ya bugger." He said with a slight chuckle.

They all thought it was funny that he didn't like to be carried. Sometimes they would pick him up and hold him in such a way that he couldn't get down just to mess with him. When they started walking he heard him wince. He knew it was moving his broken ribs, but they had to get out of here before anyone came back. They would give him something to help with the pain on the helicopter.

"Nikolai, do you copy?"

"Da, I've got Archer and Toad. I'm waiting for you at the exfil point."

"Change of plans. Roach is a lot worse off than we thought he would be. Can you meet us outside the enemy base?"

"Yes, I will be there in a minute."

"Copy that."

It took them about ten minutes to get down the stairs and out of the base because they had to go slow, but when they got out Nikolai was waiting for them. They hurried to the chopper and got in. They set Roach down on one of the cots, Archer immediately rushing over to get a look at him. They took off and headed for their base.

"Damn it." He muttered, seeing the knife in his leg.

"You need help with him?" Ghost asked, knowing what he was about to do.

"Yeah, c'mon." He said, pulling out a syringe.

He gave him some morphine and waited a few minutes. While he waited, he looked over some of his other injuries. He looked at his wrists and ankles, which were bleeding.

"What the hell did they tie him up with?"

"Barbed wire, took us forever to get it off."

"I can imagine."

They talked for a few minutes while also trying to keep Roach awake. He had almost fallen asleep like ten times already.

"Okay, get ready."

Archer looked at the knife, trying to figure out what angle it was put in at. He found the angle and looked at Ghost and MacTavish to see if they were ready. They nodded and he grabbed the handle and quickly pulled. Roach screamed and tried to shove Ghost and MacTavish off, but he was weak and they managed to hold him still. Ghost sat by his side, shushing him and wiping at the constant flow of tears that rolled down his cheeks. Despite his efforts, he couldn't get his friend to calm down.

The knife didn't come out. It had hardly even moved! Blood gushed out of the wound and Toad mopped it up with some gauze.

"What the fuck, Archer!"

"Why are you blaming me?! It should've come out!" He said in panic.

"All of you shut up!"

Everyone was silent.

"Wait a minute..." Archer said, looking at his leg.

The more he looked at it, the more he realized they shouldn't have done that. He sighed and all eyes were on him.

"What is it?"

"I can't be sure until we get back to base." He said, leaning forward to listen to Roach's breathing.

His eyes widened at what he found.

"Which base is closest to here?" He asked Price.

"Ummm... the Ghosts in Pennsylvania. Why?"

"We have to go there. Roach probably won't survive until we get back to our base and to be honest, I don't have the equipment for this."

"What is it?"

"I need to get some x-rays to be sure, but he might've punctured a lung and I don't know what's up with his leg."

Price thought about for a minute. The Ghosts did owe them for last time, and it would be nice to see their friends again. He wasn't about to let Roach die when he knew they could save him.

"Alright, I'll contact the Ghosts."

A/N: Woah, that took me forever. Sorry guys! I had a busy week! Ummm... Happy late Thanksgiving? ^_^