A/N: Yay... thanks for all the reviews, guys! Speaking of which...

Axis: Oi! I totally DON'T ignore you! It's just that I already have a plan, and that's how Luke comes into the story. So of you want Luke to come, then you just have to let me steal baby Roach for a while. Wow, that sounded wrong. ;)

Boopem: Lol, quit freaking out! Omg! Pls don't kill me... I don't think I'll be able to finish the story if I'm dead... or do a Roach/Ghost pairing. Honestly, I don't know why anyone would trust me in the first place, there's really no reason to! I AM HAVING FUN WITH YOUR BABIES! *sigh* Why does everything I say sound weird? Damn it. Anyways, don't die! He'll be back soon... like real soon... hehehe...

You two need to get accounts! Like seriously! Being able to PM you guys would make my life easier...

*MyLittleRobin is my fantastic muse!*

Dan sighed as he looked out the open doors of the helicopter. It was so peaceful up here. They had just gotten off the ground and could now see what was going on at their base. Well... sort of. Everyone looked like little dots. Not that there were many left. Only a few, and they had no idea if they were on their side or the enemy's.

Probably the enemy's.

They didn't have the most well trained soldiers, anyways. They mostly just kept them around for a distraction when they needed to escape, which worked well, as it had now. His stomach lurched as John flew the helicopter just a bit too close to a tree. He wasn't the best flyer, only knowing enough to get by. Dan was the same, but he usually let John drive because he had to make sure the captive didn't do anything stupid. Then again, their current captive was sleeping and wouldn't be waking up for a couple more hours. He couldn't do anything stupid. He turned to look at Gary. The young man was sleeping quietly in the backseat. He almost looked cute beneath all the dirt and blood...

BANG!

He yelled in surprise at the sudden impact and nearly fell from the helicopter. The world began to spin and he had absolutely no idea what to do. John didn't either. There were loud beeping noises and he was pretty sure the world was upside down. The helicopter lost altitude so fast that he was sure there was nothing they could've done, even if they did know what to do. The impact when it hit the ground was way worse. He felt a stab of pain when his head came into contact with something incredibly hard, then everything went black.

About 30 Minutes Later...

"...Dan! Dan, wake... up!"

A distant voice called. Someone grabbed his shoulders and shook them. He groaned and sluggishly moved away. Then someone smacked him. That woke him up.

"Dan! C'mon, wake the fuck up! We have to go!" John yelled, grabbing his 2nd in command by the arms and dragging him away from the wreckage.

Everything was blurry. Nothing was clear. The trees were large, swaying blobs of green and brown. John's face was a blob of tan. Everything else was just... white.

What the hell happened?

He found his footing after a few minutes and managed to help John some. Then he thought about Gary. Where was he?

"Where... w-where's Gary?" He stuttered.

"We're leaving him behind. The little shit will die out here anyways. He'll freeze to death before anyone can find him."

Dan simply nodded. He didn't like it, but they didn't really have another option. It was either him or them. And they chose him.

About an Hour Later...

Roach's eyes fluttered open. It was cold. Way too cold. Where the hell was he? The last thing he remembered was... John knocking him out. Oh shit. He looked around and immediately realized that he was in a helicopter. Then he smelled something that sent his mind reeling into panic. Smoke. Smoke meant fire. He couldn't stand fire. Not after what happened with Shepherd.

He looked around and screamed like a girl when he saw how close the fire was. And it was still coming. The door in front of him was open and he scrambled to get out. Pain ran through his body, but he currently didn't give a shit. He wiggled forward, as that was the only thing he could do. He was still handcuffed. He was shaking all over from being in the cold with practically no clothes on for entirely too long. It didn't help him move any faster and he was annoyed that he couldn't stop. Smoke filled the air, burning its way into his lungs and choking him. He coughed, unintentionally dragging more smoke into his lungs. The flames licked at his bare feet, causing his eyes to fill with tears as he continued to wriggle his way out of the deathtrap. He swore he would never go in a helicopter again. No no no.

He was about halfway out now, his torso touching the freezing snow that covered the ground, his other half still escaping the flames. It was almost ironic, how one half of his body was freezing while the other burned. His whole body felt like it was on fire, but he knew it wasn't. His injuries flared with pain but he kept going. He gasped in the fresh air, but his throat still burned. It was almost as if the smoke had ignited a mini fire in there. He gagged at the mere thought of it.

Get away from the fire... Get away from the fire... Get away from the fire...

His legs were finally free of the flames. He kept going until he couldn't move anymore, which sadly was only a few feet away from the wreckage. He was exhausted and everything hurt so bad... He was shaking really hard at this point and that sapped all the energy from him. Everything was white. He was sure he was gonna die. He was all alone, out in the middle of nowhere. He didn't have any clothes and it was below freezing. He was so hurt that he couldn't even stand up, much less walk. He could barely even breathe. After a while... a sound came to his cold ears. The sound of footsteps. Then a face came into his line of vision. It looked familiar... It was definitely someone he knew but he was too out of it to pinpoint who it was.

The person was tall, with light blonde hair and emerald green eyes. He was wearing several layers of clothes, as well as a hat and scarf.

"Oh shit. Gary? How the hell..." He said, clearly at a loss for words.

He knelt down beside him and looked him over, taking off his jacket as he did so. He muttered a few things that Roach couldn't hear and wrapped his jacket around him. It was so warm. He leaned down and gathered Roach's practically weightless body into his arms. Roach wanted to protest, but he was exhausted and whoever this person was, they were taking him somewhere. Maybe somewhere warm... He just knew that the person wasn't John or Dan, therefore it was okay.

Ghost was a mess. He wouldn't stop crying and he was close to the point of hyperventilating. He was gonna make himself sick if he didn't stop. They couldn't even find Roach, who supposedly had been dragged away by John and Dan. They had searched the whole base. He was gone, which pissed them all off. They felt really bad too, because Ghost kept asking about him. They told him he was fine, but even as out of it as he was, he could see right through it. In the end, they had to leave without Roach. They had searched everywhere, even some of the surrounding territory, but they needed to get Ghost out of there if they wanted him to survive. He was in bad shape.

"Ghost... c'mon, don't cry. You're gonna make yourself sick." Toad begged, sitting beside the cot as the helicopter took off.

Archer was looking him over. It was bad. He was covered in cuts and bruises, a huge cut on his left leg going all the way from his knee to his ankle. It was infected, as were many of the others. His right wrist was broken, along with several ribs. He had finger shaped bruises around his throat where someone had choked him. He was covered in blood and dirt as well. He hadn't eaten that much in the past two weeks and had severe malnutrition. And just to add it to the list, he was hyperventilating. Archer would've sedated him, had he not been so unstable.

"Would somebody please calm him down?! I swear if he pukes..." Archer sighed, leaving the rest of the sentence unsaid.

"We've been trying ever since we found him! He won't!" Toad whined.

"Well do something! I can't work on him if he stops fucking breathing! I can't sedate him either or he might not wake up, so get creative."

"What the bloody hell do you expect me to do?!"

"Talk to him!"

"I'VE BEEN DOING THAT."

"Oi! Stop fighting! You're stressing him out!" Merrick yelled.

Ghost flinched at the loud noise, his headache pounding louder in his ears.

"He already is stressed out!"

Merrick sighed deeply and walked over to them, grabbing the cot and dragging it over to the rest of the Ghosts in the back of the helicopter. Keegan and Kick started working on cleaning him up while Logan tried to calm him down. The 141 sat and watched with guilty expressions. They were just so worried about Roach and whether Ghost was gonna survive or not, that they had lost their focus.

Ghost had calmed down a bit and wasn't crying as much anymore... until Keegan tried to give him morphine. He freaked out when he saw the syringe. He couldn't see very well because he had been blindfolded for two weeks, but he could see enough to recognize the shape of a syringe. He started thrashing and crying, whining about poisons.

"Nooo! P-please no... no more p-poison! Leave me al-lone..."

He swung his uninjured arm out, nearly punching Kick in the face. Logan grabbed him and pinned him to the bed, giving Keegan time to give him the morphine. That only freaked him out more.

"Shhh, Ghost it's just morphine."

Ghost didn't seem to hear him though. He was shaking and crying and they all felt awful. Eventually he fell asleep while they were working on him. They could tell he was still uneasy, though. He was constantly tensing when someone touched him and relaxing when the hands moved away. Soap was deep in thought. Ghost was the tough one on the team, he never cried. But now he had only just stopped after crying for nearly an hour.

And he couldn't help but think, If Ghost, the toughest one on the team is this upset, how bad will Roach be?

A/N: Ahhh, so sad. Don't worry, Roach will be back. Any guesses on who found him? ARE THERE ANY?! Lol, you should totally review... if you want the next chapter...