I am sorry for the long wait-This chapter had major "I don't want to be written!" Issues...it went through I believe five drafts if I remember correctly before good ol' Walker In the Rain was like "Why don't you do this?" And yeah, I went with it... . I'm already working on the next chapter I promise!

Ghost immediately wanted to return to the quiet blackness he had just finished inhabiting, seeing as his body was screaming in pain. This prompted him to try and remember why he was actually in so much pain this time around-last time it wasn't this painful.

The gunshot wounds when he first 'arrived' weren't the cause of such pain everywhere-where they were still hurt a lot, given, but the pain wasn't radiating from them. His memory moved to the next morning, when he was helpless to defend himself and Roach came to his rescue. That made Ghost feel guilty, relying on the younger sergeant for help like that. He made mental note to not put himself and Roach in that position again.

They were moved to the trucks, but the only thing that happened there was being introduced to chloroform. Ghost then remembered waking to hearing Roach and what's-his-face (Ghost had yet to learn Roba's son's name) talking about a time limit of two months before he was killed, talking to Roach, then intense pain.

Electrocution. That was it.

"Ghost? You awake?" Roach's voice spoke softly. Ghost turned his head to the left to spot the man's form leaning against the wall nearest him, eyes closed in the dark room.

"Y-yeah…" Ghost coughed out, his throat sore. He cleared his throat before speaking softly. "Bloody hell, everything hurts…" He tried to move his arm, only to find it not worth it and ceased, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"You've been out for two days…" Roach muttered, frowning when he opened his eyes.

"Been through worse, bug." Ghost admitted, his eyes scanning Roach's body for any new injuries. He was thankful when he found none. Roach smirked when they made eye contact, knowing why Ghost seemed to relax.

"…no homo Ghost, but you look hot." Roach said suddenly. Ghost blinked once, Roach laughing in response. "No, wait-I should say you're a fine looking gentleman."

"I don't know which one is worse." Ghost muttered, shaking his head as fast as his body would let him.

"In all seriousness, Gonzalo should be here any minute now." Roach frowned. "He's been in here every twelve hours since shocking us unconscious. Its how I knew you were out for two days." He explained.

"…who's Gonzalo?" Ghost asked, perplexed. Roach stared at him for a brief moment.

"Right, you passed out in the hall…Gonzalo is our…'gracious' host…" Roach said bitterly. Something clicked in Ghost's head.

"Wait, he didn't do anything to you? I thought you were awake?" Roach smirked.

"It's simple to play dead." The door swung open, the flood of light from the hallway nearly blinding Ghost as he turned his head away, groaning in discomfort.

"So, Simon, you finally decided to wake up." Gonzalo said lightly as he stepped into the room, standing over Ghost. Ghost looked up at him, not liking the position he was in at all, feeling completely defenseless. "It was about time-since you have wasted two days unconscious, I have lost those two days' planned activities."

"You make it sound we're at some kind of camp." Roach muttered.

"You have awoken as well? That makes it much better." Gonzalo clapped once. Two men came in, Ghost noting how heavily built they were. "This is Jorge and Juan. Personal body guards for me-and wonderful escorts for you."

"I don't swing that way." Roach frowned. Ghost let out a chuckle.

"I assure you they do not either." Gonzalo said stiffly. The two men moved swiftly despite their large size and lifted Ghost and Roach to their feet, Ghost trying not to cry out as he was forced onto his shot knees. They gave out, Ghost falling into a painful heap on the ground, his body protesting as he gave a muffled groan. Roach twisted free from Juan's grip, kneeling next to Ghost.

"You alright?" he asked, scoffing after he spoke. "What am I saying?"

"Wonder that all of the time." Ghost frowned, closing his eyes tightly as he put a hand to each knee, feeling blood steadily flowing out of the reopened wounds.

"We do not have time for this. Jorge, carga lo." Gonzalo said. Ghost suddenly found himself hauled to his feet-and before he could protest, was punched in the stomach. He doubled over in pain, winded and coughing hoarsely as he felt himself being lifted until he was thrown over someone's shoulder. He didn't pay attention to the most likely embarrassing position he was in-only the injuries crying out angrily at him for moving so quickly. He could hear Roach muttering dark threats under his breath as they moved. Ghost took as deep of a breath as he could, hanging limply with his eyes closed. A few doors opened, Ghost finding himself falling a short distance until he fell into a hard chair, Roach grunting as he was pushed into another chair opposite him.

"Today will be simple, the next day will be more painful-and so will the next. I assure you, this will be the day you want to come back to." Gonzalo explained as they were tied down, the worn leather deceiving in its strength. Roach glanced up at Ghost, who gave him a halfhearted smirk.

"So, knees are shite…can't walk on my own-I think this is a first you've seen me needing intensive medical attention." He said smoothly. Roach gave a wry smile.

"Sir, I've NEVER seen you go into the medical tent. EVER." Ghost chuckled as Roach continued. "I think you and Scarecrow got blasted by the same RPG, and HE was the one limping between Meat and Royce. While YOU just pretty much went 'fuck it' and killed the SOB that shot you. And then that time you got taken 'hostage' a few months ago in Afghanistan when we were trying to free that school. AND in the Ukraine. OH! And that one time when we both got stuck in the same tree during a HALO exercise-and I got a broken leg-but you didn't!"

"Scarecrow pushed me out of the way. Afghan-Shepherd was a bloody idiot sending me. Ukraine-that was the bloody plan you twat. And you landed wrong-not my fault." Ghost said flatly. Roach laughed.

"OK. So, who's fault was it we landed in the tree?"

"YOU followed me-that was the stupid mistake you made." Ghost frowned.

"You were purposely aiming at the tree?" Ghost gave Roach the "You're stupid, you know that?" look that no one ever saw due to it always being hidden by the balaclava-Roach saw it and immediately shut his mouth, a red tint on his face.

"Honestly, to see you two conversing so casually is amazing in itself." Gonzalo said, looking between the two as Jorge and Juan did something behind him. "Seeing you in the pathetic state you were in last time. Simply lying on the floor whenever we did not take you out, the multitude of times you screamed and begged to be left alone, all of the different things my father had done to you-"

"That's enough. Stop." Ghost said darkly, buried memories resurfacing quickly with each reminder. All of them made him shake with fear, anxiety and the sickening feeling of nausea. He could remember intense pain to various parts of his body, the fear as they would pass by his cell with cold glances and weapons of torture in hand, having to fight his teammates to the death, left to hang on a hook after being taken advantage of, being left behind as your teammates escaped away, and the horror of being buried alive. Those seven months were never kind to him, far from it. By the third month he had been so beaten and battered, they eventually found they could do anything to him-and they did often.

"Oh? I recall you screaming at us to stop. A lot. Even before we did anything to you." Gonzalo smiled wickedly. "You would always cry and say the most ludicrous things-"

"Shut. Up." Ghost growled, noting Roach's complete and horrified fascination in this particular information and was not in the mood-nor would he ever be in the mood-to explain what had happened four years ago.

"I do not think you are in the position to be giving orders, do you?" Gonzalo laughed once. "Maybe it would be a good learning experience for Roach-to see the inner workings and mental stability of his 'friend.'"

"I'm getting sick of listening to you." Ghost shot out. "How about you get whatever we're here for over with, then we can continue this with me using you for target practice?"

"Assuming you can move, correct?" Gonzalo pointed out cocking a thick black eyebrow. Ghost scowled as he tried to shift; his sore body and wrists tied to the chair arms preventing him from doing so. Gonzalo's body guards returned, a small table wheeled in between the two. From his seat Ghost couldn't tell what was on top, noticing Roach trying to peer at its contents.

"The shit is all of that?" Roach asked, brow furrowed in confusion. Ghost watched as Gonzalo seemed to smirk before picking up something wrapped around a brown towel.

"A present my father gave me a few months before Simon killed him. A particular thing I am fond of, best used on people with a smart wit." Gonzalo explained, twisting the object in front of his face and admiring it as if the damned thing was a diamond.

"That sounds bad." Roach said, a faked look of shock on his face.

"Roach, shut up." Ghost frowned, noticing a dark look in Gonzalo's eyes aimed at the Sergeant.

"This particular tool was used on Simon before, in fact, it was used on him frequently." Gonzalo unwrapped the object. It was a knife, with rust-colored stains on the blade and handle. "This knife I used to carve that wonderful mark on Simon's face, some on his back and chest, even a few on his caj-"

"You kept it all this time? That's a little disturbing." Roach muttered, his gaze flitting between the knife and Ghost's face. Ghost paid no attention to Roach's gaze, his fixated on the knife held in Gonzalo's hand as he moved a step towards Roach.

"Don't even think about it." Ghost said darkly, his mind already processing Gonzalo's motives.

"Like I said, you are not in the position to be giving orders, are you?" Gonzalo smirked, a look at Juan and Jorge making them move to Roach's side. Roach looked up at the two men, nodding his head.

"Sup?"

"Sostenga él hacia abajo." Gonzalo ordered. Ghost watched as the two men put one arm each on Roach's shoulders and held his head steady in place. Roach started to struggle angrily, but an elbow to the still healing gunshot wound made him cease, a pained look on his face as he fought back moans of pain. "I decided on an excellent way of making your stay more enjoyable Simon."

"Really now..." Ghost grumbled, watching Gonzalo pacing silently as Roach coughed.

"Since it was so enjoyable for us to watch whatever happened to you, I wonder what kind of nostalgia it will bring you."

"...You're going to-"

"Do many of the things done to you on Roach? Very good Simon. You certainly learn fast." Ghost only scowled as he made eye contact with Roach-his expression slightly panicked.

"What does that mean?"

"You see the scar on Simon's face? You will have one just like it." Roach shuddered. Without a moment's hesitation, Gonzalo placed the tip of the knife a few inches above Roach's right eye, slowly pressing into the skin and drawing blood. Roach hissed in pain, Ghost struggling futilely to rescue the sergeant. The knife carved downward, Roach nearly crying out as it pressed deeply into his cheek. Ghost locked eyes again with the sergeant, who was holding back tears of pain. Roach let out a sudden scream as the burning of the knife cutting his skin grew unbearable, his face twisted in agony. Ghost felt a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, one of undefeatable guilt for putting the younger man through this kind of hardship. Roach cried out again as Gonzalo retraced the same pathway, making sure the cut would leave a decent mark when it healed.

"Don't you think that's enough?" Ghost spat, Gonzalo pausing in his cutting. The only sounds in the room were Roach sniffing and the worn leather creaking as Ghost tried to free himself. Gonzalo turned slowly, looking at Ghost with a questioning glance.

"Simon, do you want to make this worse on your friend? I think deep down you enjoy seeing the younger man in pain." He smirked as Ghost grinded his teeth in anger.

"You know that's not what I mean-"

"I know what you meant Simon." Gonzalo interrupted. With a smirk, he turned and sliced diagonally at Roach's chest, Roach screaming as blood started to flow out. This sparked anger in Ghost, and he started to struggle against his bonds in a renewed aggression. "You want to be a part of this just as much as I am."

"Stop trying to twist my words!" Ghost said angrily, ignoring his slightly raw wrists. "Leave Roach out of this!"

"No." Gonzalo said simply, another two slashes across Roach's chest. Ghost struggled even more, a wicked smile on Gonzalo's face as Roach took a deep breath, biting his tongue to prevent himself from crying out.

"You bastard!"

"Like I said, Simon. You seem to enjoy watching this young man in pain." Ghost and Roach looked at each other, both eyes filled with pain. "Any other injuries you would like to see occur?" Gonzalo asked, the knife resting above Roach's neck. Ghost eyed it, his eyes darting between Roach's face and the knife before he stopped, sighing as he hung his head.

"No…"

"Such a shame…but it does not matter. He will be able to acquire most, if not all of the same scars you have by two month's time." Gonzalo shook his head, lifting the knife away from Roach. The wet blood stood out against the dried blood, the knife gaining a dark look as Gonzalo put it down on the table. With a short order, Juan and Jorge stepped back, a few words exchanged between the two. Roach tilted his head back with a groan, Ghost keeping his gaze down. "Do not be so upset Simon. I assure you, you will be able to see Roach in much more pain later on.

"Fuck you, useless wanker."

"We must fix that temper, but not now. Juan, Jorge." Gonzalo said stiffly. As the two were released from their bonds and Ghost was lifted to his feet, did he remember his knees were in no condition to support his weight. Juan tossed one of Ghost's arms over his shoulders, acting as a support for Ghost as they walked. Roach was carried firefighter style, mostly to cause more pain to his new injuries it seemed, as with every step Ghost could hear him hissing in pain. They were left in their cells, Roach dropped like a sack of potatoes as Ghost was left somewhat standing, gritting his teeth as he slid down the wall. A few minutes passed in silence between the two, until Ghost took off his shirt, ignoring his wounds as he tore the shirt into strips. He motioned for Roach to do the same, ripping half of Roach's shirt into strips and the rest into squares.

"Come here bug." Ghost motioned. Roach complied, sitting next to the lieutenant as he kept blood from flowing into his eye.

"It all hurts like a bitch…" Roach muttered as he tried to move his jaw, the cut flesh stretching grotesquely.

"Don't do that, it'll make it more like mine." Ghost muttered. Roach stopped, watching as Ghost placed some of the squares on his face before securing them with some of the strips. He proceeded to move to Roach's chest-what prevented him was the younger man's hand.

"You still need it for your knees too, don't waste it al-"

"It's fine Roach."

"Gh-"

"I've been through it before, I can live through it again. I'm more worried about you right now, so please bear with me on this. You're still young, you still aren't as fucked up as I am, and I don't plan on letting you become like me." Ghost clamped his mouth shut-most of that wasnot supposed to be said aloud. Roach blinked as Ghost looked away, removing his hand.

"…only because you said please." Roach smirked.

"Twat."

Had some shit done to just Roach-I dunno if I'm going to keep doing it like that, or sprinkle it throughout-I mean, they DO have two months with the homicidal, slightly mental Gonzalo... Haha riiiight...Hope you enjoyed this chapter...ON TO THE NEXT!