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"Wakey, wakey."
Ghost gasped as cold water was poured onto him head, the nylon in his mask absorbing the water and making it hard to breathe. He felt himself strapped to a metal table, well secured to prevent any movement.
"Wake the other one too…" a man commanded.
"Yes sir."
Ghost could hear Roach gasp and sputter, his vision not returning to him yet as he kept his eyes shut.
"You know, your team managed to sneak in here, destroy my weapons, and take all of our information in an hour."
"Yippie…" Roach groaned, coughing something, most likely water, out of his lungs.
"You also managed to lose two men…and get yourselves captured."
"You want a medal?" Ghost muttered.
"I am just telling you what happened. I am sure you remember…"
"Is there a point to this?" Ghost asked, opening his eyes and looking his captor in the face. He was tanned, with dark brown eyes and hair in a familiar hairstyle. He had a rough goatee shadowing his face. "If you want information, you're not getting it."
"Are you assuming that is all what I want? Tsk, tsk. Not at all 'Ghost'." Ghost glared at the man.
"So what is it then?" Roach asked. Ghost looked over and spotted Roach in a similar fashion, gauze over his stomach and stripped to his boxers and plain shirt. Ghost realized his Kevlar and gear were missing as well, the only things on besides bare necessities were his sunglasses and mask.
"Well, you took my revenue. I think a little payback is in order, do you not?"
"Not really, no." Ghost coughed, taking deep breaths through the soaked mask, a taxing feat.
"What, are you nervous?" the man laughed loudly. Ghost scowled under the mask.
"That's all you want, a little payback?" Roach scoffed.
"Exactly, 'Roach.' My father taught me that payback is always a good thing." Talking to him as of he were slow.
"You mean revenge." Ghost muttered.
"Payback, revenge. It depends on the severity. Well, I guess in this case it could be revenge…" the man lifted a Desert Eagle and spun it in his hands leisurely. After a second thought he pointed it at Ghost's head, a dark look in his eyes. Finger on the trigger as he cocked back the hammer.
"What is your name?"
"I thought you didn't want information."
"It is for your tombstone."
"Didn't think I'd get one. You must be so generous to get the people you killed a grave." Ghost mocked.
"You are not afraid of death I see." The man laughed once, lowering the gun.
"You can't kill a ghost." Ghost's smile matched the one on his mask. Wicked and dark.
"Gho-" Roach started, worry in his voice.
"What about this one?" the man raised the gun and pointed it at Roach.
"I don't give a shit." Roach said defiantly with a glare.
"You touch him, I swear to God-" Ghost started to threaten jerking against his bonds.
"So you care for him…not that I did not see that from the yard." The man paced between the two, a strange gleam in his eye. "It will be interesting to see what we can do with you two."
"Do whatever you want to me, but you leave Roach out of this." Ghost said as he tried to move his arms. The man stared at him, the wheels spinning in his head. Roach seemed to stare at Ghost.
"I thought you were Atheist?"
"I am getting sick of looking at this mask. It makes you feel like you can do anything, does it not…? I wonder what is under it…" the man grabbed the top of the mask, Ghost's eyes opening wide.
"Wh-No-"
The glasses and mask fell to the floor as Ghost shut his eyes tightly, turning his head away before Roach could see the multiple scars on his face. One long, thin scar came down from his cheek to his neck, curving all the way down the right side. His ginger hair fell messily out, his skin a pale white. The man stared at him, recognition dawning on his face.
"I know you…YOU!" The man grabbed Ghost's throat, starting to choke him. Ghost struggled to move away, the bonds he was under keeping him from doing so.
"GHOST!" Roach tried to move as well as Ghost's face went from a bright red to blue. Ghost could feel his consciousness slipping away, waiting for the peaceful blackness, as his flesh burned with the lack of oxygen and blood flow. A few more seconds and he felt the grip being released, allowing for oxygen to flow through his lungs again. He entered a coughing fit as his breathing steadied.
"Ghost! Ghost, are you alright?" Roach said panicked, his eyes wide, his voice slightly cracking with the fear of it all; reminding Ghost he wasn't all that old.
"I had never thought I would see you again…it has been a few years…" the man circled Ghost like a vulture, the Desert Eagle spinning in his hand again, a sneer on his lip.
"W-what are yo-you ta-" Ghost couldn't talk properly, his throat kept wanting to close in on itself, but the man got his meaning.
"It has been four years…four and a half since we first met." The man stopped, placing the muzzle of the Desert Eagle against Ghost's right knee and firing. Ghost cried out in pain as blood flowed out, Roach struggling against his bonds desperately.
"The scar tipped me off. I made that scar on one man." The man moved the gun to Ghost's thigh and fired another shot.
"GHOST! Stop it!" Roach screamed, thrashing against the bonds. He only succeeded in making his wrists raw to the point they were bleeding and bruised.
"The man my father worked so hard to break." The man fired another shot in the other thigh. Ghost cried out in pain once more, blood starting to drip onto the floor. His mind swarmed with endorphins as his body tried to cope against the pain, leaving him dizzy.
"That man lived through all of that. Subjected to the worst torture we could think of." Another shot fired, aimed at Ghost's left shoulder. Ghost didn't cry out, instead a loud groan escaped his lips as his head turned and faced Roach, seeing Ghost's eyes screwed tightly shut in pain for the first time. Roach was panicking still, terror ran in his voice as he still screamed for it all to stop, tears threatened to spill.
"That man escaped, and then thought he could live a normal life. My father fixed that." Another shot, the right shoulder. Roach saw the pain flash across Ghost's face, his lips beginning to move in silent pleas.
"Killed his 'normal' family…father was a genius using Sparks and Washington…And then the man cracked into a million pieces." The left forearm.
"Yet…instead of letting my father win with his death, he decided to get revenge…by killing him." The right forearm.
"My father was the first Roba…a great man. But he was killed by one man. That man…was Simon Riley." Click.
Roach sighed in relief as the gun clicked empty-it was aimed at Ghost's heart. His own heart was still gripped in icy terror at what could have been.
Ghost's eyes were clenched shut in pain, his mouth moving in silent pleas that Roach couldn't decipher. Roach's heart wrenched at the sight of the man he thought couldn't ever be broken, weeping and pleading for someone to stop.
"Huh…that was seven shots already?" the man laughed darkly, throwing the gun away. He grabbed Ghost's face, turning it sharply to face him. Ghost kept his eyes shut, his breathing heavy. "You are going to suffer greatly. I will not spare you like my father did." He released his hold, motioning to someone.
"Take them away."
Roach watched as two men released Ghost, lifting him onto their shoulders and dragging him. He didn't pay attention as his bonds were released and he was forced to walk after them, entering a dark room. The two holding Ghost dropped him, eliciting a cry of pain as his new wounds were jolted. Roach immediately moved to turn him over, careful not to cause any more pain. As he moved him, Roach could hear Ghost muttering the same thing over and over.
"-"
"Ghost? Ghost, are you alright?" Roach asked worriedly. The door opened and a box was dropped in, a red cross on a white square adorning it-a first aid kit. Roach grabbed it quickly, shuffling through the contents and finding the painkillers. He injected them quickly, pulling out a roll of bandages as he tossed the spent needles. A blue package caught his attention, and he picked it up, the label reading "Cold compress". He read the instructions, activating it and placing it on Ghost's forehead.
"Come on Ghost…snap outta it." Roach muttered. his hands shaking as he applied gauze and bandages to the spots that bled the most, mainly his shoulders.
"Uhn…Roach?" Ghost opened his eyes blue eyes wearily, groaning as he tried to move his arms.
"Don't move. Your arms and shoulder have been shot…you alright?" Roach asked, grabbing the bandages and wrapping them around Ghost's shoulders.
"Hurts…"
"Where?" Roach was ready to spring into whatever action Ghost needed him to.
"Everywhere." Ghost groaned. Roach let out a nevous laugh.
"If you weren't hurt I'd think you were a real ghost. You were tased two times, you know that?"
"…two? I don't remember any…" Ghost shook his head.
"It was like you didn't even get tased. It was when you tried to save me." Roach moved to the shoulder.
"…they tased me then?" Ghost asked, his confusion evident.
"Yea. They finally knocked you down with two hits to the base of the neck. Wasn't pretty." Roach moved to the other side, wincing at the gunshot wounds.
"…what happened to the captain?"
Roach sighed. "…Shepherd ordered them to retreat."
"He what?" Ghost disbelievingly asked
"MacTavish tried to tell him…but Shepherd didn't care." Roach shook his head. "MacTavish said…he'd try to come back and get us."
"…how do you know?" Ghost asked, his voice cracking.
"I still had my radio…until they knocked me out." Roach replied, rubbing his head where a small bump had formed and started to blacken. He finished the roll of bandages and sighed. He still had to bandage the wounds on Ghost's knees and he had used everything in the first aid kit.
"…Roach?" Ghost said hoarsely.
"Yeah Ghost?"
"…no matter what happens, don't say anything. Names, ranks, where we're from, our bases-"
"I know Ghost."
"Good…"
"…Ghost?"
"…yea?"
"…who was that guy?" Ghost froze, making Roach shift uncomfortably. "If you don't want to answer, that's fi-"
"Roba." Ghost said shortly.
"Roba?" Roach prompted.
"Well, Roba's son."
"Who's Roba?"
"He led the Zaragoza Drug cartel in Mexico almost five years ago. While I was in the SAS my mission was to assist a squad of Americans to take it out…" Ghost took a deep breath as he shuddered.
"…things didn't go as planned, did it…" Roach muttered.
"That's an understatement." Ghost coughed. "If we're going to be here a while, you need to get rest."
"What about you?" Roach asked. Ghost shook his head.
"Too much pain."
"The pain meds aren't helping?" Roach asked worried again.
"Go to sleep Roach."
"B-"
"I'm still your senior officer. Go." Ghost frowned. Roach smirked, leaning against the wall.
"Fine."
"I thought so."
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