A/N: Hello! Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out, my life kinda just got flipped upside down. And not in a good way. You guys should be glad I'm still updating. I've seen writers who stop updating all of their stories when their life gets hard, so you had better appreciate me updating. You can do that by reviewing.

*MyLittleRobin is my awesome muse!*

WARNING: There will be lots and lots of angst (more than usual) in this chapter as well as violence. There's also more swearing than usual. You have been warned.

Roach sighed in his sleep and tried to roll over, only to discover that he couldn't. Something was holding him down, keeping him in place. He slowly opened his eyes and looked down at himself, his still half asleep mind slowly registering that he was back in his room, once again tied to the bed with restraints. He let his head fall back onto the pillow and cursed. He loved his teammates like he would a family (if he had a proper one) but sometimes they could be real assholes. He pulled at one of his wrists and looked at it when he felt that something soft was wrapped around it. Gauze. Archer must have cleaned his wrists up. He didn't even bother trying to get out of the restraints this time. He knew full well that he wasn't going to be getting out of them until someone untied him. Which really pissed him off, but that didn't help anything.

He laid there for a while, going over what he knew. Well for one, John was here somewhere. That was bad. He figured he'd probably come to take him back. He never wanted that to happen, but he was unable to prevent it while tied down like this. Damn it. If John injured or killed any of his friends, he knew it would be all his fault. His fault for not getting rid of the evil man when he should've. His fault for not warning his friends... He wanted to warn them, but he just... couldn't. It was way too risky. If he told them, John would probably murder everyone on base and blow up the building. Or they wouldn't believe him. That would hurt. Plus, he was scared. Scared that they would judge him for having such a horrible person for a father. And they would look at him differently. He knew they would. It wasn't personal, everyone did when they found out he was the son of an insane, sadistic bastard who loved to torture and kill. He felt tears well in his eyes but they didn't get the chance to fall before the lock on the door unlocked with a click and the door opened, several people filing into the room shortly after.

His eyes immediately shot to the door and were met with the sight of Captain Price and 'Mark' ( a.k.a John). His whole body tensed, ready for a fight as he momentarily forgot that he couldn't move. John noticed this and smiled teasingly at him. Red hot rage flowed through him and he tugged at the restraints, wanting nothing more than to rip John's head off with his bare hands. They both sat down in chairs beside his bed, but he wasn't paying attention to Price at all, only John. His attention was still focused on John when Price spoke.

"Okay Roach, here's the deal. You apologize to Mark and you can go, you got that? When and only when you apologize to Mark, I'll untie you and you're free to leave the room. Now apologize."

Now that got Roach's attention. Why the fuck should he apologize to that evil, lying, sadistic pile of shit?!

"Be nice." Price growled.

He hadn't realized he'd said it aloud. It was true though. He would never ever apologize to that bastard. They'd have to kill him first, and even then he still wouldn't apologize. He didn't care if he had to stay in this bed for a year. They had to untie him eventually, apology or not. He turned his head and looked directly into Price's eyes.

"No," He said defiantly, "I won't apologize. I don't give a bloody fuck about getting out of this bed. I will not EVER apologize to that FILTHY, LYING LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT."

Price angrily glared down at him.

"Why are you being such an ass? He's a perimeter guard for fuck's sake! And on top of that, he's innocent! You're the one at fault here, Roach. Now apologize."

"NO!"

"You tried to kill him! Doesn't he at least deserve an apology for that?!"

"NO HE DOES NOT! HE'S AN EVIL FUCKING BASTARD WHO DOESN'T DESERVE ANYTHING BUT DEATH!" Roach yelled as he yanked and pulled at the restraints so hard that Price was honestly surprised they didn't break.

"Fine then! You ca-"

"I'LL KILL YOU, YOU FUCKIN' BITCH! AS SOON AS I GET OUT OF THIS BED I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Roach screamed at John, who just smiled in response.

That only pissed him off more. Blood splattered onto the sheets as he tore open his already injured wrists again from thrashing so hard. Price sighed, took Mark, and left the room (also leaving a screaming Roach behind), finally realizing that he wasn't going to be getting an apology out of Roach today. Or perhaps any other day. He told Mark that he was free to leave and that they'd try again another day. Mark quietly thanked him and left, going back to wherever it was he was supposed to be. Price sighed again and went back to the rec room to send Ghost to Roach's room. He was getting first watch.

Ghost sighed as he walked down the hall to Roach's room. He had heard his angry yelling all the way from the rec room, as well as the Ghosts that were in there at the time. He was worried about his friend. He knew it took a lot to piss him off that much. He was concerned about what mood he would be in when he got there. He hoped it wouldn't be a bad one. When Roach was in a bad mood it made one feel like the world was ending. It didn't take long for him to find Roach's room. He hesitantly unlocked the door and his eyes shot to where he knew his friend would be just in time to see him flinch and tense up.

He closed the door behind himself and sat in a chair by Roach's bed, giving him a once over as he did so. He didn't look very good. He was pale and dark circles decorated the area under his eyes. The gauze that surrounded his wrists and ankles was deep red in color from the fresh blood that seeped through it. His cheeks were tear stained, his eyes bloodshot and red rimmed. He looked like he'd been through hell and back.

"Hey..." He murmured, not really knowing what else to say.

"G-Ghost... d-don't trust M-Mark. He's not who h-he says he is." Roach said urgently, his eyes begging Ghost to believe him.

Ghost sighed and ran a hand through his short hair.

"Roach listen, he's just a perimeter guard. That's all. You probably mistook him for someone else, now why don't you just-"

"NO! Why d-don't any of you understand? H-he's a bad person and y-you've got to kill him before he gets me!" He cried, tears of frustration already beginning to gather in his eyes.

"He's not gonna get you. You're safe, okay? I won't let anyone get you, I promise."

"D-don't lie! He's g-gonna get me again and it'll b-be horri-"

"No he is not! What are you going on about? And what do you mean again?"

"J-John! He's gonna get m-me!" Roach whimpered, shaking in fear as tears fell freely from his eyes.

"John? Who is John?"

Neither of them noticed when the door opened a crack and a small canister slid silently into the room. There was a slight hiss as sleeping gas (a.k.a Methoxyflurane if anyone wants to look it up) was released from it and began filling the room.

"A b-bad person!"

"Roach, you're not making any sense. Get some rest, you look like a zombie." Ghost said quietly.

Roach looked like he was about to protest when suddenly his tear filled eyes focussed on something behind Ghost and grew wide with panic. The gas had already filled the room.

"G-GHOST!" He yelled while struggling frantically to get free of the restraints.

Ghost followed his gaze and turned around in his chair. His eyes also grew wide when he saw that gas had filled the room.

"Holy shit!" He said, sucking in a huge breath of fresh air and holding it before bolting for the door.

It was difficult to see, but he managed to make it there without falling on his ass. The handle wouldn't budge. Damn it. He was starting to run out of air. He backed up and was about to attempt to bust the door down when his foot got caught on one of the multiple chairs behind him and he tripped, gasping in surprise as he fell flat on his ass. The gas burned as it hit his throat, causing him to cough and in turn, inhale more of the harmful gas. His sight faltered as darkness slowly crept up on him from the edges of his vision. Suddenly he felt incredibly drowsy. He tried to fight it but his exhaustion overpowered his will to stay awake and he fell into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness.

"NOOO!" Roach screamed when he saw the faint outline of Ghost that he could make out go limp and stop moving.

Now there was no one left to help him escape. He had already inhaled some of the gas and was also feeling exhausted (well, more exhausted than he felt in the first place), and it got increasingly worse each time he inhaled. He continued to struggle and fight against the restraints, but to no avail. More tears escaped his eyes as hopelessness filled him to the brim. There was nothing he could do now. No way to prevent this from happening. And now Ghost was going to be hurt too. Knowing John, he would probably take Ghost with him and torture him to get Roach to give him intel on the 141. That would break Roach's heart. He couldn't even bare the thought of it, much less it actually happening. Using all of his strength, he yanked his leg back and heard a loud snap, barely registering the fact that he had broken one of the restraints. As his eyes closed against his will, he saw someone wearing a gas mask come into the room and walk up to his bed. He vaguely felt them unbuckling the other three restraints before he fell into unconsciousness.

The Ghosts and 141 members (excluding Roach and Ghost) all sat in the rec room, boredly listening to Price rant on and on about how stubborn Roach was.

"He's so fucking stubborn! Why the bloody hell is he so stubborn?! Damn it!" Price yelled, pacing back and forth in the center of the room.

Archer sighed and said, "We already know he's stubborn. You don't need to repeatedly state that fact."

Price turned a murderous glare on him and it seemed to go right through him. Archer looked down at the floor and uncomfortably shifted his weight from foot to foot.

Keegan looked up from his book and decided to share his opinion.

"Maybe Ghost can get him to apologize. They're really close and he'll probably listen to him."

Everyone on base knew how close Roach and Ghost were. Even the guards. They had all seen them sit together, frequently falling asleep in each other's laps as well. Honestly, they thought it was kinda cute. Some of them had even taken pictures of them while they were asleep because they looked so cute together. A few of them wondered if they were in a relationship, but didn't really care enough to ask. Even if they were, they wouldn't judge.

"Yeah. I think he would listen to Ghost. Besides, he's nice to him... unlike somebody else I know." Logan said, looking pointedly at Price.

"What?! I'm nice to him... most of the time..."

"We heard you yelling at him. You realize he's probably still got a killer headache, right? You probably hurt him, being so loud right next to him."

"Well he yelled at me first and it didn't seem to bother him." Price shrugged nonchalantly.

"You're hopeless." Hesh sighed with a grin.

Riley barked in what they thought was agreement. Little did they know he was trying to warn them. He sensed that something was seriously wrong and he didn't like it.

"See! Even Riley agrees." Kick laughed.

Riley stood up and barked again, louder this time. He started growling and his ears stood erect. He barked over and over again, uneasily walking around the room and sniffing at the floor.

"Riley, what's wrong boy?" Logan asked, getting up from the couch to follow his dog.

He had just gotten up when gas began to fill the room, coming through the vents on the walls.

"Shit! Everybody out!" Merrick yelled, sprinting for one of the two doors in the rec room.

Everyone else ran to either the door Merrick went for or the other door at the opposite side of the room. The gas was quickly spreading throughout the room, forcing them to hold their breath. When he reached the door, Merrick went to push it open and it wouldn't even budge. The other door was the same. They were locked in. Logan, Hesh, Keegan, Toad, and Archer were at one door with Merrick, Price, Soap, and Kick at the other. Riley was already unconscious because... well... he is a dog and doesn't know how to hold his breath. On both sides they started kicking at the doors, desperately trying to get them open. After several minutes, they could no longer hold their breath and were forced to breathe. They were unconscious within minutes.

Before he fell into unconsciousness, Logan thought he heard the faint sound of helicopter rotors going over the base.

A/N: Whoo, long chapter. This one was really tough to write so please review! Plus, I was working on this yesterday and RIGHT as I went to click the save button, the Wi-Fi turned off and all of my progress was lost! I was so pissed. So basically my point is that I work really hard to get these chapters published at a reasonable time so you should take a few seconds to review. I really appreciate it when you do.

Happy Easter! :)