A/N: Hi! Yay, more nightmares! Those are fun. Also, there is a medicine called Alprazolam (oh god, that's a mouthful...) It's for anxiety/stress, so when I mention it later, that's what it's for. I just wanted to explain that in the A/N instead of in the chapter. Bye...

"I can't believe you killed poor little Charlie!" John yelled.

"B-but I d-didn't!"

"Yes you did! I'll prove it!"

John took a picture out of his pocket and taped it up on the wall in front of Roach, right by the one of his dead teammates. It was a picture of Roach and Charlie. Roach was smiling and looked really happy, Charlie on the other hand, was covered in blood with a knife in his chest. His dead eyes seemed to stare right into Roach's soul, accusing him of murder. Roach started crying and looked away.

"You murdered Charlie! You killed him and now you can't even look at what you've done?!" John screamed furiously. He smacked him hard across the face.

Roach cried harder and tried to block the accusations, but when it really came down to it, it was his fault. If he had just been there to protect Charlie, then he wouldn't be-

No! Don't think like that! It wasn't your fault! Part of him said.

Various torture weapons hung from the walls of the room they were in and John chose one and walked over to him. It was a lighter.

"This is what you get for killing Charlie!" He yelled, sparking the lighter and putting the flame by his arm.

It burned. John let it burn him until you could smell burning skin in the room. It made him want to puke.

"P-please stop! I... I'm sorry! I''m s-sorry!" Roach cried, tears running down his face.

"You're not sorry! You're getting what you deserve, so shut up and deal with it you little bitch!" John yelled as he moved to another spot on his arm, starting to burn it, too.

Roach screamed and pulled desperately at his restraints. Soon his wrists and ankles were raw and slick with blood, but he didn't care, he just wanted to get away from John.

"NO! S-STOP! LET ME GO!" He yelled, his throat raw and scratchy from screaming.

"Roach! Wake up!"

He gasped when the room and everything in it disappeared and he was pulled back into consciousness. He felt several pairs of hands holding him still and he automatically fought back. He opened his eyes and saw his dead teammates. They were covered in dirt, grime, and blood, some of them had knives in them, others had multiple gunshot wounds. Either way- they were all dead. He panicked and struggled against them, but there were too many of them and they were stronger than him.

"Roach, calm down!" Ghost yelled, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the bed.

He felt someone pin his wrists to the bed and it only scared him more, bringing on a new wave of thrashing. Something in his left arm tore and it hurt like hell. He yelped as blood splattered onto the sheets and dead Archer walked over with a syringe.

"No, d-don't!" He yelled, fighting harder than before.

He felt Ghost tighten his grip on his wrists.

Dead Archer ignored him and stuck the needle in his arm and pushed the plunger down. A few moments later he got really tired, and the darkness took over once again.

"Damn it! He tore his stitches!" Archer yelled, frustrated.

"Sorry! We tried to keep him still, but he's fucking strong." Toad said.

"I'll just fix it while he's asleep." He sighed as he gathered the supplies he needed.

"How long will he be out?" Soap asked.

"Not too long, half an hour maybe. I only gave him a light sedative."

"That's good. Did you give him any new meds? The nightmares have gotten worse for some reason..."

"No, but I was gonna start giving him Alprazolam tomorrow. It should help with stress."

"He's not going to go blind again, right?"

"Oh, no. Not this time. The worst that could happen is some drowsiness and blurred vision, if that." Archer replied as he cleaned the blood from Roach's arm.

The Ghosts walked in, all looking tired. They had been asleep.

"What happened?" Kick asked, looking at the blood on the sheets.

"He had another nightmare, tore the stitches in his arm."

"Fuck, that's not good." Merrick said.

Archer started stitching Roach's arm up again. It wasn't a big cut, about an inch long. He wouldn't need too many stitches for it.

"At least he didn't tear the ones in his leg. If he had I would've killed him." Archer said.

"That's true, although I'm surprised he hasn't yet." Hesh said with a grin.

"He's probably just being careful because it's his leg." Keegan said.

Logan yawned sleepily.

"I'm goin' back to bed." He said.

"Me too." Hesh said, following his younger brother.

All of the Ghosts ended up going back to bed, leaving the rest of the Task Force alone with Roach. Archer had finished stitching his arm up. Now they were just waiting for him to wake up. A while later, Roach began to stir.

"Roach? Are you awake?"

He opened his eyes and looked around the room, eventually looking at them.

"It's very unsettling to know you guys watch me sleep." He said as he sat up with a slight grimace and rubbed at his eyes.

"We did not! You had a nightmare and tore your damn stitches!" Archer said defensively.

"Why does that not surprise me?"

"This has to stop. You need to tell someone what the nightmares are about so you can get rest and heal up."

"Is this the only reason you're all awake right now? Cause if it is, I'm gonna tell you guys to fuck off and go back to bed."

"If you don't tell one of us, I'm gonna make you go see a shrink." Soap said.

Roach turned and gave him a look that said, 'Oh really?'

"You can't make me go see anyone."

"I can order you to go." Price said.

"Not unless you want a dead shrink to clean up." He said seriously.

"You wouldn't kill the shrink. You're not that kind of person."

"I don't like shrinks. In my opinion, they're worse than interrogators. Instead of torturing you for answers, they play head games with you all day."

"Well you won't have to go see a shrink if you tell one of us what the nightmares are about." Ghost said evenly.

"You're talking about them as if they're all the same."

"I didn't think they were. What was the one you just had about?" Toad asked curiously.

"Fuck that, I'm not tellin' you."

"Then you can go see-"

"I'll tell Ghost." He said simply, looking over at Ghost.

Everything was quiet for a moment. They were all shocked he was going to tell someone.

"Does that mean we have to leave?" Archer asked.

"Yep, bye."

They all sighed and left the room.

"Shut the door! And don't be eavesdropping, or I'll come out there and kill you!"

Ghost came over and sat by him.

"So what was it about?" Ghost asked quietly.

Silence...

Silence...

Silence...

"Please tell me. It'll make you feel better."

Silence...

Silence...

"Roach, please. I need to know."

More silence...

"You all died because I made a mistake." Roach whispered, his voice cracking on the word died.

"Why would you think of something like that?"

"I didn't, they t-told me when I got c-captured."

"Why would you believe anything those bastards said?"

"I- I didn't... they had p-pictures." He said, the picture showing in his mind.

He shook his head and it disappeared.

Ghost was lost in thought.

How the hell did they get pictures of us dead when we were never dead?

"Roach, it wasn't us. It was probably just some people they killed and played dress up with."

"I know... but sometimes... sometimes you guys still look dead." He said, avoiding Ghost's eyes.

Ghost sighed deeply.

"That's why you freaked out earlier, isn't it?"

Roach nodded.

"I d-didn't mean to... you all looked d..dead and it s-scared the shit out of me. S-sorry..." He said, hiding his face in his hands.

Ghost reached up and gently pulled his hands away. Roach's eyes were dilated and there were tears running down his cheeks. Ghost brushed them away with his thumb and hugged him. He had never seen Roach this upset over something. It scared him to see his best friend so shaken, but he was glad he had finally told someone about the nightmare. It was a problem that they still looked dead sometimes, though. He would have to ask Archer if there was any meds he could give Roach for flashbacks... After a while, he felt Roach pull away and he looked down at him.

"What is it?"

"...P-please don't... t-tell them..."

"Roach, you know they have to know about it at some point."

He shook his head vehemently.

"No! No, don't tell them!" He begged.

"Shhh... it's okay, we don't have to talk about it right now."

"But... but I don't want you to tell them!"

"Shhh, go to sleep. We'll talk about it in the morning." Ghost said soothingly.

Roach didn't want to, but eventually he did as he was told and laid down. Ghost stayed by his side until his breath evened out and he fell asleep. Then he left and went to bed himself. After all, what better time to go to bed than 4 a.m.?

A/N: Hi... again! I just wanted to thank Bakersbaker for giving me ideas (especially for this chapter) and helping me keep the story going! I wouldn't have been able to update so quickly without their help, so everyone who read this chapter should say a big thank you to them... silently though, you don't actually have to review and thank them... but I suppose you could... if you felt like it... :P