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[SM2142]

Forum...BEHOLD! I have returned with a Modern Warfare fanfic mock! One reason why I'm doing this one in particular is because I just want to show you what kind of scum is out there that writes this shit. This is my first “slash” fic, and no I don't mean like a murder mystery, but a hookup between two characters. Everyone prepare the brain bleach, you'll need it.


HA! I absolutely didn't think my first fan fiction on this account would be a Call of Duty fic! I mean sure I love the game but seriously I would have thought the first one would be of Doctor Who or maybe Supernatural but no.

Given what we're in for, I'm glad you did NOT do Dr. Who!

And not only that! It's a fudgin' song fic too! If you aren't a Swedish metal fan you probably don't know about the song I was inspired of but it's called "Polarvargen" which is Swedish for 'The Arctic Wolf' the band is called Raubtier. It's one of my favorite bands even though some of their lyrics are kind of disturbing.

Understatement of the decade! Every chapter has a snippet from the lyrics, and trust me, whoever wrote this had some real childhood problems.

Anyyyyyway, if you wonder about the weird names on the chapters it's the names of my favorite songs by Raubtier.

I guess you didn't have any creativity to come up with chapter names.

And just so you know: NO! ROACH AND GHOST DIDN'T DIE! NO, NO, NO! No I'm not listening to you! *puts fingers in ears* LALALALALALALALALALALALALA!

It's Modern Warfare, people DIE! Quit lying to yourself and just face the facts! Someone needs a visit to Reality Check Tech.

The story is rated T for violence, strong language and some mild sexual… things.

Let me go get my bucket.

And a slight warning for this chapter if you are a believer and have problem with people talking bad about God. I myself don't believe in God but I have nothing against religion as long as the followers don't use it to preform acts of violence and/or hate. I hope you understand the characters' opinions don't match my own.

And if history has taught us anything, it's that no one does anything bad in the name of religion...oops!

Now, I won't reside you any longer. Here's my story, I hope it doesn't suck too much.

Oh it most certainly WILL!

And yes, IT IS SLASH. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Ghost/Roach
I don't own CoD or any of its characters.

It's my sworn duty as a PAF member to mock shitty fics! Your warning falls upon deaf ears!

Chapter 1: Angels don't give a shit about us

We believe in life before death, but then it gets hard.
No hand is warming our destinies, everything is cold and rough.
We get the heat when the vodka is burning, our church is a bar.
We are numbing away what the soul knows until nothing's left.
Heaven's gate is forever closed, the road up to God is blown.
The wings have been torn away, Heaven is nothing for us.
Angels, we won't become any angels.

The only part of that song I agree with is “vodka”.

"Hello Bug! What are ya doing?" a voice he was all well used to said in its British accent.

It was his annoying brother back from school to pester him?

Gary Sanderson lifted his face from his quantum physics book and met the lieutenant's glance. Or at least what he thought was his glance, it was impossible to see the eyes through the dark shades the British soldier ALWAYS wore.

He probably has dialited pupils from getting his eyes scanned everywhere.

"What does it look like I'm doing, asshole?" Roach asked rolling his eyes while he nodded at the book in his lap.

Lieutenant Riley, or Ghost as he was more usually called, crossed his arms. "Okay, I'll reformulate the question. What are you reading? Why is it not porn?"

Roach gave his superior a wry smile. "I'll tell you, if you let me see your face."

He'll probably get a framed Photoshopped google image instead.

Ghost just shook his head. "Uh no. Not in a million times." Together with the dark shades he always wore a black balaclava with the part covering his cheeks, lips, chin and nose colored like the bottom part of a skeleton skull.

Wonder how he eats and drinks...

Roach didn't know about anyone that actually had seen the lieutenants face. "Besides, I only have to do this," Ghost continued and quickly pulled the book out of Roach's grip.

How very second-grade of you, Ghost. Next time do a cool take-down and break his finger!

"Hey!" Roach yelled out in a protest and reached out to get the book but Ghost turned his back against him. "I'm so going to get back at you for this!"

Ghost was holding the book above Roach's head just out of reach...man this fic sucks so much already!

"Yea whatever. You're reading the bloody Bible?" the lieutenant cried out in disbelief.

"Yea? So what? Can I have my fucking book back?" Roach begged a bit irritated and stood up from his chair.

"Wow wow wow. Don't swear Bible-boy! You know God is watching you," Ghost said laughing while handling back the thick book.

This does not fit Ghost's personality AT ALL! He doesn't do these things! What alternate COD universe did we fall into?

"What's so wrong with reading the Holy Bible?" Roach wrinkled his forehead, he had no idea what Ghost was coming at.

"Wait you're serious? You actually still believe in the man even after all you've been through?" Ghost sounded actually surprised.

SAS now teaches you “Being an Asshole 101”

"Yea well, I've got to believe in something right? How else could I possible survive this chaos?"

By relying on your training like any soldier would?

Ghost scratched his head which was hard to do since he had a helmet on and sat down on the chair in front of the one Roach just had sat in. "Man I understand that you need something to believe in, but I don't understand how you could believe in an almighty and righteous God. I mean, haven't you seen all the evil outside?

What about all the evil inside this fic?

“I sure hope there isn't a god because if there is, he's an evil son of a bitch who doesn't care about how many lives that are lost or about how many people that are suffering."

It's best not to think about it, Ghost. Just go listen to George Carlin if you need help with that.

"Then what am I supposed to believe in?" Roach almost yelled out in desperation.

Captain America? Saxton Hale? Morgan Freeman? All are good choices.

"You know what I believe in? I believe in the man next to me. My brothers, we protect each other and we're here to save lives. That's what I believe in."

Well...that's OK...but not awesome enough.

Roach shook his head laughing. "The man next to you? Really Ghost? Really? COD games kill off dozens of cannon fodder soldiers without a second thought. That is almost like believing in God. I mean how can you trust the man next to you after what's happened? How can you trust anyone after Shepherd?"

Oh, so this is where the story deviates from the MW storyline. The author had the whole time between MW 1 and 2 to fill in a gap, but no, they just changed the WHOLE STORY! Did Private Jackson survive the nuke blast as well? I call FAIL!

Silence struck. Ghost thought back about Shepherd, the man who betrayed them, the man who tried to burn both Ghost and Roach alive. That bastard.

To Shepherd's credit, he DID shoot them first. How did they survive? I bet we get NO plausible explanation!

"Well believe in something else then, blood, sex, booze…rock n'roll? I don't care. For heaven's sake be a girl and believe in love if you want!"

Hey! What's wrong with sex, booze, and rock? Man, Ghost is a prick!

Roach raised a brow. "I do believe in love…"

Ghost raised his hand up in the air. "Oh Christ! I'm out of here! Bye gay boy!" he said with a wink and left for the door. But before he opened it he turned around and added: "Just so you know, even if there is a God, you'll never meet him. Because we're all going to hell."

WAIT A SECOND! How can Ghost wink is you can't see his eyes? Now he's throwing the whole “gay” thing in here like it's nothing! I thought the SAS wanted the best, not...whatever this is...

Okay folks, first chapter and it's kind of crappy….although that might have something to do with the fact that I'm burning up due to a fever. But it also might be because I suck at English and writing… Well well..

For the first time ever, I get an author who is honest about their shortcomings. Not enough get this fic any sympathy, though.

This chapter might seem short and worthless but trust me, it's leading up to something…something great muhahahahahahahahahahaha

Attempting to give a shit...OPERATION FAILED.

Stay tuned because next chapter will be uploaded in a few days and it will contain some closer Roach/Ghost action

Brain bleach needed!

Please R&R, I'd love to know what you guys think

Ya know what I think? I think it SUCKS!

This post has been edited by SM2142: Apr 10 2012, 06:26 AM

[SM2142]

Chapter 2: Blood of the Heart

Love is like a sharpened knife.
In evil hands it takes lives.
You became pale like death when you understood.
That the dark and red was blood of the heart.
Blood of the heart.

Someone's been through more than a few breakups.

"Stupid Ghost," Roach muttered under his breath while he shot the wooden figure right between the eyes. "He thinks he's so amazing." Pang! A shot in the figure's chest piercing its wooden heart. "He probably sleeps with a teddy bear picture of himself next to his bed." Another shot into the chest. "The reason why he hides his face is probably because he's shit ugly."

Maybe he has an ass where his face should be? Wouldn't surprise me.

"Who's shit ugly?"

The shock of hearing another person's voice made him jump almost a yard up in the air.

"Damn't Sir! You scared the crap out of me! Your mom!" Roach said trying to calm his pulse.

MacTavish laughed at his reaction. "I hope it isn't me that's shit ugly, for your sake."

Hey, it's Soap! Wonder how he got that name...was he ever in prison?

Roach shook his head. "No Sir not you." It was a good fact that he was wearing a black balaclava because his whole face was blushing.

He wears one on the shooting range? Why is he imitating Ghost?

"Then tell me. Who is it Sergeant Gary Roach Sanderson thinks is shit ugly?" Soap asked with a crocked smile.

"No I was just thinking. Ghost, have you ever seen his face? Like I said, your mom!"

"Oh so it's him who is shit ugly?Yes, yes I think I have a few times. Why?"

You “think”, Soap? You either saw it or you didn't!

"No it's just. I've worked with him a long time. I've covered his back and he's covered mine, but I've never seen his face."

So WWIII is about to happen and you're wondering about a guy's face?

Soap shrugged his shoulders. "Nah. You shouldn't think about it. He takes his name seriously ya know."

Although he's never shut up when he's around!

"Yea…or maybe he's just shit ugly."

MacTavish laughed at that. "I don't know about that. I mean I don't swing that way so how should I know? But he kind of looks like a guy who could get any girl he likes."

Like this?



Roach raised a brow. "You're saying he's hot?"

WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!?!?!

Soap looked at him in shock, it took a moment for him to actually be able to answer. "As I said… I don't swing that way. But if you so badly want to know what he looks like why don't you ask him to take that damn thing of?"

Oh sure, that'll work...

Roach rolled his eye. "I've tried that, he refused… although… I did tell him that I would get back at him for when he took my Bible." He said while conspiring.

Wait, does Roach only have one eye? If that's true than it's no wonder why all the characters in the MW series are two dimensional!

"What are you thinking about? Mate, you can't take of that balaclava by force! He'll kill you… Wait what? Bible?"

Is this author bringing the whole “Britain hates Evangelicals” thing into this now?

Roach rolled his eyes. "Excuse me Sir. I'm going off on a suicide mission." With confident and determined steps he headed off from the shooting range.

Don't forget your liquid courage!

"Come in Bible-boy," Ghost called to him from inside his room.

Is this how officers are are supposed to behave? I don't think so...

"Can you please stop calling me that?" Roach asked morosely as he stepped through the door.

"Okay, as you want Gay-boy."

Is this really appropriate? They're SAS! NOT HIGHSCHOOLERS!

Roach sighed, he could swear Ghost was smiling teasingly under the fabric covering his face. "There is no way you could go back to just calling me Roach or Bug right?"

Just leak his internet history to the top brass, that'll teach him!

"Oh come on! You shouldn't be ashamed of your sexual orientation Gay-boy. Ya know, show your pride, wear the colors of the rainbow."

To anyone out there who likes Ghost, I'm truly sorry.

"Ha ha," said Roach sarcastically. "What are you doing?" Ha asked looking at his friend sitting on his bed with the lap top in his knees.

Wait, Ghost is on Roach's bed? OH SNAP!

"Reading my sis' blog," he answered and shrugged his shoulders.

Yeah, right...

"Dude, you have a sister? Is she hot?" Ghost had never even mentioned it before.

"Yea… Anna, clever girl. Her blog is full of political stuff. Anyway. What did you want Gay-boy?" He asked and put the lap top aside.

Who in their right mind say something like that? It's so childish and yet it's coming from British Special Forces!

"Seriously Ghost you need to stop calling me that!"

"Let me think about it…No way." Okay now Roach could hear the smile on the lieutenant's face.

This fic is well beyond redemption...

Right then and there Roach just wanted to hit the man in the bloody face but he restrained himself. He had a mission to do.

"Will you show me your face?"

"Damn't Gay-boy! I have already been through that with you. NOT. IN. A. MILLION. TIMES!"

They argue like children! Make it STOP!

Roach let an evil wry smile pass over his lips. "Okay, you begged for it." And then, before Ghost even had time to react, Roach pulled up a small bottle from the pocket of his jacket and threw the content all over Ghost's balaclava.

Oh no, if that was chloroform...

At first Ghost just stood there frozen in shock while the wet content of the bottle dripped down from his face leaving red stains everywhere. Then he exploded. He pushed Roach up the wall so hard it made Roach let out a small cry of pain.

But his balaclava is BLACK! It doesn't stain RED!

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" Ghost yelled at the top of his voice right in the face of Roach.

Roach couldn't help but smile at his superior's mental behavior. He was happy that he still wore that black balaclava because if Ghost had seen that face he'd probably beaten the crap out of him.

Someone had better beat up somebody!

"That, my dear Lieutenant, was tomato juice," he answered still with a smile upon his face.

OK, but still kind of weird.

"You stupid…" Ghost took a hold of Roach's balaclava and pulled it off, revealing the smiling face. Then he grabbed the bottle from the Sergeant's hand and poured what remained of the content all over Roach's head.

Oh come on! You're SAS! Knock out some teeth FFS!

Roach felt the sticky juice pour its way down his face leaving his short bangs glued like wet spaghetti to his forehead, but he didn't care it was so worth it.

"Stupid son of a bitch," Ghost muttered as he backed away from Roach and letting the empty bottle hit the floor. "Best for you those stains will go off!" he said angrily and pulled off his soaking wet balaclava and shades revealing his face to Roach for the first time.

He had permanent tattoos on his face that matched the bone pattern on his balaclava exactly.

"Jesus," Roach exclaimed and Ghost looked at him annoyed.

"What?" he asked with a bitter tone.

"Nothing just. I hadn't expected…a more “Gaston” look"

Ghost raised a brow. "You hadn't expected what?"

Roach swallowed hard. "Well… I mean Soap said that you… But I didn't think…"

"Roach…..What are you talking about?"

He thinks you're ugly, now SOMEONE THROW A PUNCH!

Ghost took a few steps closer to the other man and Roach felt how his cheeks flared up. He swallowed again and again not knowing what to say. He just stood there staring into the Lieutenant's green, glowing eyes.

Oh SHIT!

Ghost was pale, probably due to his balaclava. His face had a lot of scars and burns but it didn't destroy his appearance or anything, on the contrary, it actually made him even more of a turn on for Roach. And the Sergeant made a note in his mind to hit himself in the face for even thinking that.

Oh for the love of...this cannot be happening!

The Lieutenants hair was short and dark brown, almost black, it was ruffled and Roach kind of wanted to stroke his hand through it. No you don't! Damn't Roach stop being so queer! He screamed to himself in his head.

You see what's floating about on the internet, folks? It's awful!

"Gay-boy, are you blushing?" Ghost asked and lifted a brow.

Damn't don't call me that!

"W-what? Ehm…N-no," Roach stammered while he forced his glance down the floor.

Suddenly he felt a warm breeze on his skin and he had to look up again, Ghost face wasn't even an inch away. Roach knew their lips would meet if he only moved. Damn't why did this situation make him shake?

PCDE! PCDE! Go to alert stage: RED!

Ghost studied Roach's face curiously. "Yes you are." His lips brushed against Roach's as he spoke.

OK...that's too far, author! And people LIKED this fic?

"N-No I'm…" but before he had time to force another word out of his dry lips he felt a shivering wave pass his body as a hand stoke up his arm.

Uh oh...does this mean SAS now stands for “Surprise Anal Sex”?

"And you've got goose bumps too," Ghost said amused making their lips brush against each other again.

I'll be right back, need my bucket...

"Sir," Roach whimpered not knowing how long his shaking legs would be able to hold his body up.

Ghost stepped away from Roach laughing. "Gay-boy, you're such fun."

The Sergeant didn't answer, he just stood there shaking like a bloody leaf.

Is it over?

The Lieutenant raised a brow. "You okay mate?"

Me? NO!

"Mhm," Roach answered looking all but okay.

"Sure about that? …You look a little…red. You didn't swallow that tomato juice, did you? You know what they say, 'you become what you eat."

I think the saying is, “you are what you eat”.

Gary nodded. "Ehm, need to go." He said quickly with a low voice and left the room. He almost ran down the hall to his own chamber. His face was burning by the pressure with which the blood was pumped to his brain.

For anyone reading this, they probably looked the same, except full of rage!

He slammed the door shut behind him and threw himself on to his bed yelling "DAMN'T" though no one but himself could hear. He looked up at the ceiling but didn't really see it. His thoughts were focused somewhere else. Soap was right that face was damn hot. Shut up. Oh, and the way his fingers crossed my skin. Shut up! And the feeling of his lips against mine, I mean it wasn't even a touch and it felt that great…What would an actual kiss feel like? SHUT UP!
He sat up quickly, the blood still beating in his head. No! Fuck no! I. AM. NOT. FALLING. FOR. SIMON. FUCKING. GHOST. RILEY!...Damn't I'm so in trouble.

I'll say.

So yea there it was, the second chapter. It took me the whole afternoon and a lot of aspirin to write but I made it. FOR YOU MY AWESOME REVIEWERS! 3

Whoever likes this has a screw loose.

I'm probably going to be so killed tomorrow at the match but whatever, I'll pay back and kill him some other day MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Spoiler, the author lived and so this fic continues.

Third chapter will be up in a few days so stay tuned.

This fic will never stop pissing me off, but I must persevere!

Please R&R, let me know what you guys think. And if you have any fun ideas for this story I would love to hear them!
Cheers!

Here's an idea, DO NOT WRITE IT AT ALL!

[SM2142]

Chapter 3: Mimicry

Okay first of all, thank you Migisi for your lovely comment, it warmed my heart
Also, I couldn't find any Raubtier song which lyrics fitted this chapter so I took the song "Mimikry" by the Swedish band with the same name. Seriously that song is like made for this couple. (At least as they are in my story) I had a hard time trying to figure out what part of the lyrics to use because almost all sentences fitted. Anyway, I chose a part and wrote it in its original language too because I thought that would be fun.

Turns out, it's NOT fun. It just makes this fic more convoluted.

Anyway here it comes: And it's going to SUCK!

Chapter 3: Mimicry

Nej det finns någonting där inne som du döljer väldigt bra
Men förklädnaden du bär kan inte skydda dig idag
Du är en Mimikry
Men jag tänker inte fly
En Mimikry
Med silkeslen och vacker hy
Jag sliter loss ditt skal
Fast du är slipprig och så hal
Blottlägger ditt skin du ska bli min
.
No, there is something inside you, something you're hiding very well.
But the disguise you wear cannot protect you today.
You are mimicry.
But I won't run.
You are mimicry.
With silky smooth and beautiful skin.
I tear off your shell.
But you are salacious and so slippery.
Expose your skin, you shall be mine.

So instead of one lyric before we get into the chapter, we get the SAME ONE twice! Isn't this fun? NO!

"If a man also lies with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them,"

Whatever happened to tolerance and peace and all the other shit the Bible is supposed to say?

The words looked back at him from the third book of Moses, mocking him. All that was missing was a toll-faced Moses. He knew they weren't true, how could they be? How could love be an abomination? He hadn't chosen to fall in love with Ghost, how could he? That would have been stupid!

My words exactly!

"Hi! I'm Gary Sanderson and I chose to fall in love with my straight superior even though I know it will only cause me a lot of trouble." That would have been mental; Roach wasn't some kind of masochist.

Please tell me he doesn't come out and say that very thing...

But knowing those words were lies only made him more confused. He hadn't thought much about that verse of the Bible before, he had known it existed but hadn't really put any focus on it, until now.

So now we have WWIII on the horizon and Roach is stuck in a mental war with himself! I thought SAS screened soldiers for these kinds of instabilities. Did they just throw it out or something?

If those words weren't true, why were they in the Bible? Why were any lies in the Bible?

Because people never thought humanity would take it way too seriously?

God is supposed to be righteous, so why would he want homosexuals or working women dead? Why would he want children beaten half to death just so they would be obedient?

It's not child abuse if the little demons deserve it! Back in the 1950's it was socially acceptable to beat your and other people's kids and they turned out fine!

His thoughts were spinning out of control, nothing made sense anymore! Stupid Ghost! Stupid handsome, attractive Ghost! No, I thought I'd told you gay thoughts to stay away! His mind was in battle, he felt sick.

He hasn't thought about getting psychological help? Did the SAS get rid of any doctors on-site?

It wasn't the fact that Ghost was a man, (Roach had always knew he liked both girls and guys even though he'd never fallen for a man before) it was more of the fact that Ghost was a colleague and in their line of work you just aren't supposed to have affairs with colleagues…especially not when it was a subordinate and his superior. And for the record, Ghost couldn't possible feel the same way for Roach.

So just DROP IT and get ready for bigger issues like Makarov or something. Forget about him?

Suddenly the door swung open and Ghost stormed in. Roach let out a small falsetto G-Major scream of shock.

"DUDE! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO KNOCK!"

Ghost shrugged his shoulders. He was dressed in jogging trousers and a T-shirt. Roach couldn't help but admire his superior's strong muscular arms.

Oh, no...maintain RED alert status!

"Calm down mate! It's not like you were having sex or something. At least not yet"

Roach rolled his eyes. "You haven't cleaned your balaclava yet?" he asked when he noticed the completely black bright green balaclava the Lieutenant was wearing.

"Yes I have, but those bloody stains won't come off. My baby is in for the third wash now," he said with obvious irritation in his voice.

"Oh I'm not sorry about that," Roach said actually a bit ashamed and shut his book. The Balaclava was Ghost favorite clothing, it was his signature mark. Without it he wasn't really Ghost.

So without it he can't fight? That's like if Superman couldn't fly without his cape!

"Yea, well a little too late now huh? Mate, are you reading that fairytale again? I thought I told you to believe in something more reliable?" Ghost asked picking up the book from Roach's lap. He opened the book were the bookmark lay.

That was a close one!

"Well don't I have the right to belie…"

"And if a man shall lie with a woman having her sickness, and shall uncover her nakedness; he hath discovered her fountain, and she hath uncovered the fountain of her blood: and both of them shall be cut off from among their people,' what the fuck? What is it you're reading gay-boy? You believe this?" Ghost interrupted him with a laughter.

The whole “gay-boy” thing is REALLY getting old, author. Just admit that Ghost would NEVER do something like that and just walk away. Having PAF on your ass is one thing, but you don't mess with pissed off MW fans. They are dangerous.

"No, not that. I don't believe in everything in the Bible, and that's kind of the problem. I'm starting to doubt Sir," Roach said, confusion obvious in his voice.

Ghost sighed and put the book away. "Mate, do we have to have this conversation. You know I'm not the right person to talk religion with."

"No, you're right. What did you wanted me anyway?"

Uh...what now?

"Oh right! I had almost forgotten that! I was just going to head out for a run to the balaclava shop, you wanna come?" Ghost asked and clapped his hands together in enthusiasm.

Is Ghost an aerobics instructor now?

You mean go spending time alone with you and being able to watch those sweet muscles move? Hell yea, he thought but instead he said: "Sure, let me just get dressed for running."

Well, it seems Roach is over that mental battle pretty quickly.

Ghost nodded. "Great! I'll wait in the hallway with my pants down."

As Simon left the room Roach whispered quietly to himself: "Roach… you're such a pervert!"

I would have said “unfit for active duty”...

After running uninterrupted for about one and a half mile Ghost collapsed on a rock with his ass in the air and Roach right next to him.

"This damn sun is killing me," the Lieutenant complained between his quick breaths.

OH NO! It's the start of a cheap porno! If the next line is, “I'm soooooo HAWT!” I'm OUT!

Roach let out a laughter which turned into coughs due to his shortness of breath. "You should have chosen a balaclava with a different color, like pink" he said before taking a sip of water from his canteen.

"Yea, or chosen to not wear one at all," Ghost muttered and pulled of the mask revealing that beautiful face once more to Roach.

OK we get it...

"Oh my God, did Simon Riley just say that he shouldn't have worn a balaclava? That have to be a sign of that the world is collapsing!" Gary laughed and handed over the water flask to his superior.

No, Roach! Don't do that! He'll either chug it or piss in it!

"Yea, here you have your apocalypse Bible-boy," Ghost laughed a sweet laugh that sent shivers all through Roach's body before he drank from the bottle.

Roach watched how Ghost's throat moved as he swallowed the warm liquid. Gary didn't think he'd ever seen anything that much of a turn on as that was.

D: This can't get much worse...too creepy! PCDE is officially not enough to cover this!

"Sir, who are you?" he asked suddenly.

Sudden strike of amnesia?

Ghost met his gaze with a confused expression in his green eyes. The sun casted perfect light upon them, increasing their beauty.

I'm not even going to start...

"Mate, you know who I am…I'm a character in an FPS that is having his image defiled by bad fanfiction"

"No, not like that! I mean who are you?"

Ghost raised a brow. "Are you trying to be a shrink on me?"

Scout: I hate doctors!

Roach laughed. "No! It's just… You're my friend and I don't know a darn thing about you."

”Friends”? REALLY?

Ghost gave him a suspicious look and then said: "yea, you're so gay."

What's wrong Ghost? Run out of insults already?

The Sergeant snorted. "Yea and that comes from you."

Simon looked at him again. "Say what again?"

"Yesterday. You practically rubbed your face against mine and you freaking caressed my arm. That's kind of gay you know."

You just HAD to bring that up again?

Ghost smiled a tempting smile at his subordinate. "Yea? Well you liked it! That's even gayer."

Now it's a contest of who's gayer than who! This is HORRIBLE! I DO NOT CARE!

Roach felt how his cheeks turned red. Damn't that man is driving me crazy.

"And now you're even blushing!" Ghost laughed.

"I AM NOT! And I didn't like it!" Roach tried to sound convincing but he knew he failed miserable because of Riley's laughter.

"Aha? Sure babe, whatever you say gay-boy."

OK...let's just sing a song to help us out here...

You're gay.

And once again, the childish comebacks! Just beat him to a bloody pulp and be done with it!

"Sorry baby, did I hurt your feelings?" said Ghost with pouting lips and moved closer to Roach suggestively. Gary felt how his body temperature rose a few degrees at the closeness of his superior.

If he spontaneously combusted right now, I would be SO happy!

"Are you pretending or are you really that much of a jerk?" the sergeant asked while trying to make his hands stop shaking.

"Baby I am a jerk, but I know that turns you on."

Can anyone imagine Ghost calling someone “baby”? Didn't think so.

Roach jumped as he felt a hand on his leg. He looked down in shock as the hand slowly made its way up the inside of his thigh. He wondered if Ghost felt how he shivered. He wondered if Ghost noticed how Roach had stopped breathing. He bit his lip, trying not to moan.

CODE BLUE EVERYONE!

"Sir, please stop," he whimpered.

"Why baby? You like it!" Ghost whispered with his lips brushing against the Sergeant's ear.

Why? Just...why did anyone think this was worth writing?

For what felt like the hundredth time that day Roach jumped, he hadn't noticed that Ghost had moved even closer.

"Damn't, no I don't!" Roach breathed out with a shaking voice.

"Really? Sure about that? Because the bottom part of your body begs to differ…"

Does he mean...

Roach looked down and saw the bulge in his pants.

OH SHIT!

"Damn't, stop that," he yelled out and stood up breathing quickly.

Ghost broke out in a loud laughter.

No military would tolerate this level of immaturity! NONE!

"What's so funny?" Roach snarled and turned to look at the laughing man.

"Calm down bug! I'm just messing with you!"

Oh, really? I think not.

"I know! But why?" Gary cried out still breathing uneven.

"Because it's so funny! You really do freak out! It's hilarious! Are you a homophobe or something because you really go mental!"

And still no mention of whether or not Roach should get help.

Roach chin fell. What? How could he not notice? How could he possibly not notice my glances? How could Ghost not understand that I am head over heal for him? Is he stupid or something?

"What? No it's just… Can we please not talk about it?"

Ghost shrugged his shoulders. "Yea sure, whatever you want gay-boy." He moved his position to the ground and leaned his back and head against the stone, lifting his face towards the sky. The light from the sun lit up his pale skin making him shine.

Now Ghost is a sparkling vampire? OH THAT IS IT! This fic deserves no mercy!

Roach didn't say a thing, he just stood there watching his superior, studying him.

"What are you looking at mate?" Ghost asked without opening his eyes.

"You're pants, because I can see myself in them," Roach confessed. "I'm waiting for you. We were going to run you know, not sleep together."

Ghost answered with a simple: "Whatever," and didn't move an inch.

Roach couldn't complain, he liked watching him in silence. He didn't even care how that sounded.

What about any sane person reading this? What about us?

He watched how a drop of sweat ran down along the sternocleidomastoid muscle in Ghost's throat. Roach resisted the urge to put his lips against the skin and lick the drop up. Yes, I'm definitely a pervert. He also resisted shaking the life out of the Lieutenant while screaming: "STOP BEING SO GOD DAMN SEXY!"

This cannot end well...

"Ghost, have you ever had a real relationship?" he suddenly asked though he had no idea where the question had come from.

In reality, he did, he just didn't want to say from where.

Ghost shut his eyes wide open and sat straight up. "You're right, time to move."

He did what?

Roach wrinkled his forehead in confusion. "What?"

"I just remember that Soap told me were going on a mission today. Better go back to base to get ready and stuff," Ghost shrugged his shoulders and stood up. But Roach just wouldn't have that answer. He put himself in front of Ghost hindering the older man from walking.

You just remembered your mission? WTF are you doing jogging around when you have a MISSION? You know what? Forget it! There was never any hope for this fic when we started, there sure as hell isn't any now!

"Dude, I asked you a question."

Uh, Roach? Mission?

The Lieutenant sighed, his usual smile was long gone. "Yes Roach, I've had two of them. Happy now?" He tried to walk but Gary still blocked his way.

Sanderson crossed his arms and shook his head. "Oh no. I want to know why you reacted like I had asked you something horrible."

Because it was?

Ghost sighed again, even heavier. "You won't let me move until I answer your question right?"

You could try decking him in the face, Ghost, or have you lost your ability to hit someone?

"Not in a million times," Roach answered with an evil smile.

The Lieutenant groaned irritated, and the Sergeant couldn't help but turn on a little by the sound. "Because they weren't good. Nothing about love is good. We people aren't meant to love you know."

Now you mention the mentality you need to have when you're SAS? This makes no sense...

Roach raised a brow. "Then what are we meant to do?"

Kill people by the dozens, absorb bullets by the hundreds and then regen in about 10 seconds only to do it all again?

"Hate," Ghost answered simply like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Hate? We were made to hate? What makes you think that?" Roach asked in shock.

Did Roach just wake up a soldier? They teach you this stuff! They break you and rebuild you! Was Roach just not paying attention?

"Because it's what this world exists of, hate and rage. Love always ends in hate. Love makes us weak while hate and rage make us strong," he answered.

"Dude, that's just wrong! What on Earth did those girls do to make you like this?"

Probably things left only to the imagination.

"They didn't do anything, or maybe they did, I don't know. Love is just stupid. Hate is a much more sure and powerful feeling."

First valid point in this thing.

Roach shook his head. "Those relationships. Did they end up in hate?"

What do you think, Roach? Does he REALLY need to elaborate?

"Hell yea! On their part at least. They told me that I was a maniac and belonged in a mental institution. They said I was a hopeless case and that I should kill myself before I kill someone else," Ghost voice were completely calm as if they had spoken about the weather but the sorrow was visible in his eyes.

This Ghost is in NO way the real Ghost...I say he's an imposter!

"They said what? How could they say anything like that? Ghost I…"

Ghost pushed Roach aside and started walking. "Bug I don't want to hear that shit! Save your chick flick moments to someone who'll appreciate it. Let's just run."

"Okay, but if you ever want to talk, I'm there."

"Roach! CHICK FLICK MOMENT WARNING!"

I didn't write that, the fic did it for me.

"According to one of our sources the group call themselves 'the Red Mask' and they work for Makarov," Soap said and handed out the map over the house said to be the Red Mask's hide out.

The Red Mask? Wasn't he in an animated Batman movie a few years ago where John Dimagio played the Joker? Don't tell me we're ripping off stuff now!

Ghost looked at the papers and then up at Soap again. "How reliable is this source?" he asked.

I sense betrayal.

"I would trust him with my life," Soap answered.

Ghost nodded. "Oh yea, reliable enough then I guess."

"When are we heading off?" Roach asked.

"In one hour month. Bring light weighted guns. It's a mission were you need to move fast and unseen. You plant the C-4 here, here, here… and here where they're showing the Twilight movie," the Captain said while pointing out the positions on the map. "Leave no traces and try to figure out what they're doing. All clear?"

"Yes Sir!" Ghost and Roach cried out in choral.

"Good. OOHRA!"

Damn that was a long chapter! I hope you guys didn't fall asleep half way. I wanted this written so everything was ready for tomorrow February the fourteenth, you all know what I'm talking about

How can I sleep during this? It's too creepy!

*meeeep* Yea so I've planted on something big and slashy for tomorrow Muhahahahahahahaha! Stay tuned because hopefully you won't be disappointed.

Something tells me the next chapter will fall flat on its face.

In other smaller words chapter 4 is coming up tomorrow, stay tuned.
Sorry for crappy English and crappy writing.
Please R/R *puppy face*
And if you have any idea for the story I would love to hear them!
Until tomorrow then: Cheers!

If anyone proposed a toast to this author, I would take their drink, break the glass and shank them with it.

[SM2142]

OH MY FUDGIN' LORD! Thank you so much my wonderful, amazing, fabulous reviewers. I haven't got words enough to even start explaining how I feel, not even in my native language! I really wish you could have seen me when I logged in this morning, because I freaked when I read those reviews, seriously I practically jumped out my window and ran among the clouds!

Seriously? Because all I see is a fanfic that takes 2 guys from an FPS and takes their character traits through a loop! These guys are not the SAS soldiers that Treyarch made them to be. They're immature, mentally unstable, and should not be serving with such huge weaknesses! The fic itself is the embodiment of the word “sucks”! The fact that anyone could like this is beyond me!

My mum thought I'd become crazy…..well crazier. So yea THANK YOU! CYBER HUGS AND COOKIES TO EVERYONE! And I hope you all have a merry Valentine's Day! 3

Speaking of cookies, how about you act like one and stick your head in the oven?

Aaaaanyway, here is the Valentine's Day chapter that I promised. *miiiiik*

Couldn't find any fitting Raubtier song for this either (all their love songs fits coming chapters) so I chose "Varje gång du möter min blick" ('Every Time You Meet My Glance') by the band "Kent".
Here we go…

Once again...same lyric, different language. Are these REALLY necessary?

Chapter 4: Every Time You Meet My Glance/Valentine's Day
.
Som en elektrisk chock genom skelettet
Lätta fingrar genom tyget på de kläder du valde
för någon annans skull
Och varje gång du möter min blick
blir min värld en aning större
Varje gång du möter min blick
hör jag ditt hjärta ge mig blod
Varje gång du möter min blick
går en störning genom ljuset
Varje gång du möter min blick
så vet jag vem jag är
.
Like an electrical shock through the skeleton.
Light fingers through the fabric of the cloths you choose
for someone else's sake.
And every time you meet my glance
My world grows a little bigger.
Every time you meet my glance
I hear how your heart gives me blood.
Every time you meet my glance
There is a disturbance through the light.
Every time you meet my glance
I know who I am

"Two guards at the front. A possible sniper on the roof," Ghost said and put down his binoculars.

Hold on, we're actually in the mission? Right now? Really? I did not expect that.

Roach nodded while checking his mags one last time (all 3 of them). "Dude, what day is it?" he suddenly asked.

"Fourteenth of February. Why?" Ghost asked and put on his shades.

Sorry Ghost, that's not how you do a CSI one-liner.

In his mind Roach shook his head. Dude there's no sun, he thought smiling at his superiors masked face. "I thought so. It's Valentine's day!"

Ghost raised a brow. "So?"

"So! It's Valentine's Day and we're lying in a bush watching some terrorists walk back and forth!" Roach said while pointing at the house ahead.

Yeah. You're on a mission, Roach. It doesn't matter what day it is!

"Well what would you have wanted to do? Draw pictures of hearts and listening to sickening love songs while polishing the two-headed dildos?" Ghost said with a look upon his face as if Roach was a freak even though his face was covered. Lucky for him Gary couldn't see it.

The Sergeant rolled his eyes, always these jokes! "No. But I would at least have wanted to talk to my family or something."

Oh sure, I bet they'd LOVE to hear about all your problems. You're SAS! You're supposed to be tougher than this!

Ghost shook his head. "Okay one, you're such a girl. Two, the Taskforce is your family, I'm like your hot and genius older brother, talk to us. And three, can we please stop talking nonsense and move out 'cause I'm freezing my ass off!"

Yeah! Less Q-Q more pew-pew!

Roach laughed quiet at that. You're right about that part with you being hot, but genius? Not so much. "Alright let's do this!"

Hopefully he means the mission...

And as they started moving out all thoughts about anything other than the mission disappeared (thankfully). Roach forgot all about Valentine's Day, all about talking to his family and yes he even forgot about his feelings for Ghost of which he was thankful for. It was exhausting having to have those…perverted (as he himself called them) thoughts through night and day. It was nice to be able to focus for once.

So now he can only focus while on a mission? Why do I even bother...

They managed to sneak past the near-sighted guards and into the building without any bigger problem. Then they split up, ghost to the left and Roach to the right. It wasn't a big house but it kind of looked bigger on the inside.

It's probably just one of those “illusions” when you have a high ceiling to make a building seem bigger.

How on Earth did they manage to fit all those rooms in this house? Gotta find out who the architect was… Roach thought as he walked through the corridors careful with not making too much sound and avoiding security cameras.

Little did he know Ghost had stuffed his pack with maracas.

The Sergeant had chosen a P-90, it almost didn't weight anything and it was small. A good weapon if you want to move fast.

Does it also have a magic suppressor that makes it extra quiet?

Slowly he opened the door to something that looked like a conference room with way too many coffee makers. He took a few steps in and secured it.

There wasn't a lot of furniture in the room. Just a long table, a few chairs and a big flat screened TV in the wall. The Office was currently on.

He looked around trying to find some secret document or something like a bright red briefcase when he suddenly heard two female voices moving towards the room. Roach knew he easily could have taken them both out but not without causing noise and he and Ghost were supposed to move unseen.

Did he remember his knife?

So without taking up any fight he opened a door in the other side of the room which happened to lead to a broom cupboard. He jumped in and only just managed to close the door when the owners of the voices entered the conference room.

PLEASE let them have tootsie pops!

He couldn't understand what they said, he only knew one word in Russian and that was the word for 'heater hat' and that didn't help him much here. Soon the female voices were joined by another voice. He recognized it as Makarov's. Damn't Yuri or Nicolai should have been here now, he thought to 's voice sounded static compared to the females, Roach drew the conclusion that they talked to him through a webcam in the TV.

Oh, NOW you mention Yuri? Leave him out of this POS!

He sat in that small room for an hour listening to their voices, his legs had numbed away a long time ago but he was too scared it would make a sound loud enough for the terrorists to hear if he moved.

You could always sit on a broom.

He almost sighed of relief when he heard the women leave the room. He moved his legs a little, waking them up. But he stayed in the cupboard for fifteen minutes longer inhaling the fumes of cleaning products to make sure the women weren't coming back.

He stepped out in the room moving his head from side to side listening to the bones cracking in his neck.

Then he saw it, a paper folder lying on the edge of the table. The women must have had it with them and left it there. He walked over to it with full focus on every sound, ready to run back to the cupboard if they returned.

The folder was labeled, “Evil Plans n' Stuff”

He opened the folder, it was full of documents and pictures of people and places. But he knew he had no time to go through it all then and there so he took all papers folded them and pressed them down one of the pockets of his vest.

Oh, it was just a scrapbook.

He heard the creaking from the door. WHAT THE HELL? He knew he didn't have time to get to hide so he just turned around fast with a tight grip on his gun.

His glance met a masked face. "Take it easy mate it's me," Ghost laughed quiet and closed the door.

*BANG!* Sorry, folks I couldn't resist.

Roach sighed of relief and lowered his gun. "Damn't dude, you scared the shit out of me."

"Yea well it seems like I have a tendency of doing that." Roach could see how the balaclava that covered Ghost's face moved as the Lieutenant smiled widely.

Or maybe he just smells your soiled pants.

"Hmmph. Although I should have known it was you. No one can sneak as quiet as you. No one else could have been silent enough to pass my hearing."

Quit flattering him!

"Oh Gary, you make me all tingly inside when you give me compliments like that!" Ghost said with a girly voice.

Ya see?

Roach rolled his eyes.

"So what took you so long? I waited at the meeting point for twenty minutes but you never come," Ghost asked.

"Oh well, two girls came so I had to hide in there, they weren't doing anything hot, though..." Roach said and pointed toward the cupboard.

Once again Roach could see the smile under the Lieutenants balaclava. Oh what is he now planning?

"Poor Roach. Well I'm glad you could embrace yourself and come out of the closet."

Oh ha ha...NOT funny Ghost...

"What? Eh? Ah." Roach closed his eyes annoyed. Please tell me once again how I can love this stupid man so much? "Very funny Ghost, very funny. Anyhow, the women talked to Makarov over the webcam for an hour, that's why I couldn't make it to the meeting point."

Ghost nodded. "So what did they talk about?"

"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T SPEAK FUCKING RUSSIAN!" Shoes, the weather, and everyone's health.

"Damn't mate lower your voice or we'll have the whole freaking Russian mafia after us!" Ghost silenced his colleague with panic in his voice.

"Sorry, it's just. You see I have the most stupid and annoying superior asking me stupid questions," Roach growled.

Can this wait until debriefing?

Ghost snorted. "Stupid? Nah! Don't call your hot and genius big brother stupid. I'll tell mum."

Roach couldn't help but laugh. "Mum?"

Hey Russians! Can you break this up PLEASE?

"Yea. Mummy Soap won't be happy you know and daddy Price will be furious. Especially since mum hasn't given him any in a long time."

REALLY, Ghost? You had to go there? My annoyance grows with every paragraph!

Gary had to put of his hands over his mouth to not burst out in a loud echoing laughter. "Dude, they would so kill you if they'd heard that," he whispered through his fingers.

And I want to kill you for engaging in these STUPID shenanigans!

Ghost thought about it for a moment. " Nope, you can't kill a ghost. Anyway, so you're saying you sat in a cupboard for an hour and you didn't find out anything other than what size their booms are?"

Since it's cold, I think the term is “sweater puppies”.

Roach shook his head and dropped his hands to his sides. "I found some documents but I haven't looked at them. You found anything?"

"Nice bug! Nah, all I found was beer in the fridge and some PEELZ, calm down I only drank one all of them. And I also found out which porn magazines the guards read, sick shit I tell you, sick shit! Who knew that you could do ALL that kind of stuff with a phone book? I was busy putting out the C-4 you know, for you too since you were trapped with a vacuum cleaner."

Roach raised his brow. "Dude you are one strange fucker!"

"I know baby. Do you want to kiss the window plaster goodbye first or are we ready to go and blow this place up?"

The audience rolled their eyes almost in unison.

Gary pushed Ghost softly on the chest irritated. "Let's move!"

…

I think the “...” means some time passes...

They watched the flames grow bigger from what was left of the house.

And guess what? No one brought the marshmallows!

"Ya know, it's kind of beautiful. In a twisted, psychopathic way of course but still, beautiful," Ghost suddenly broke the silence.

Oh shit, they're going to kiss now, aren't they? CODE BLUE!

Roach looked over at his superior. Green eyes met his glance. The Lieutenant had taken off his mask. It was something he often seemed to do when the two of them were alone after that day Roach had poured juice over the famous skull balaclava. Gary liked that, being able to see that face which skin he longed to touch without having to beg for it.

Oh, NO! Did I call it?

"Nah, I know something that's way more beautiful," he said without thinking.

"Really? What?"

Damn't! Roach blushed and looked down at his hands. Crap, crap, crap!

"Maaaaaw, gay-boy's blushing! Is it your boyfriend? What's his name….Flea?"

These two just don't quit! Where's Soap anyway?

Roach blushed even more. "No! Stop it!"

Ghost laughed. "Got you know lover-boy!"

"Stop calling me things! I'm not gay sir! I don't have any boyfriend so just quit it!"

Reacting like that just makes him think the exact opposite!

"Someone's cranky!"

"No I'm not. It's just. I'm tired of your comments okay?"

And I'm tired of this whole fic ALREADY!

Ghost shook his head smiling. "You need to stop taking things serious Bug! You look at everything in black and white. You're going to have a really boring life with that view on things"

Ghost, all you wear is black and white! Ever seen your balaclava?

"Yea and that comes from the person who hates love."

"So?"

Roach sighed. "How can anyone do that? Tell me do you hate love so much that you hate others who love?"

Is this REALLY the time for this? The Russian no doubt have other units coming to investigate and you're just standing around bitching!

Ghost laughed. "Are you going to start that chick flick conversation again? Anyway, no of course not. I'm not some kind of evil maniac!"

"If someone in the Taskforce fell in love with another one in the Taskforce….would you want to fire him then?" Roach felt how his heart pounded. Am I actually talking about this with him?

When you're SAS I don't think they tolerate that kind of stuff within units...

"No seriously who do you take me for? As long as they can do their jobs without being distracted I don't care. Why should I care what they do behind closed doors? So, who's the unlucky guy? Archer? Toad?...Price?"

GROSS!

"What?" Roach raised a brow in confusion.

"Who's the guy you've fallen for? Oh my god your brain works slowly today!"

Look who's talking, Ghost...if that IS your real call-sign...

Roach throat went dry and his lips started shaking. His face heated up. "W-what? No I just…"

Ghost rolled his eyes. "Come on Bug, you're an open book! Let's skip the denial part and tell me who it is. I deserve to know you know as your superior."

Roach, he knows...

Roach swallowed hard, again and again. "Sir I- I can't…" He turned his glance to his hands again.

"Oh come on tell me! As I said: I don't care!"

Roach closed his eyes hard. "It's you're mom. She's got it goin' on.," he whispered.

"I didn't hear bug, what did you say?"

Roach felt how a tear run down his cheek as he answered with a loud but shivering voice: "It's you."

Silence.

NO SHIT!

Ghost pulled off his gloves, reached out his hand and carefully stroked away the tear from Roach's face. "Finally," he said with a smile.

Sorry to ruin the moment, guys, but you ARE still on a mission! You're not back in England yet.

Roach looked up at Ghost in confusion with red eyes. "What?"

"Finally you came out! Seriously mate, I've tried to get you to tell me your feelings for me all of yesterday and all of today. But of course you were too dumb to realize it."

Gary raised a brow. "What? How?"

My thoughts exactly.

"Mate, you're like a book… An easily read book…. An easily read book with pictures…. And one of those lists in the end of every page that explains was difficult words in the text mean.."

Oh, shit, now we get a long, drawn-out talkie scene?

"Okay Ghost I've got it! Why didn't you just tell me?"

Ghost laughed. "How could it possibly be my job to tell you that you have a crush on me?"

"No but you could have. Aaarghh. Are you feeling uncomfortable around me now?" Roach looked down on the ground again.

I'm feeling uncomfortable just READING this! This fic is besmirching the MW series, which is pissing me off. And I don't even play MW anymore!

"No, not at all. In fact..." Ghost pulled himself up on his knees and crawled over to his subordinate. "Don't look down, I wanna see your adorable eyes," he said and leaned his head down trying to get eye contact.

"Adorable?" Roach asked with a laugh and looked up at his superior. Looking eyes with him.

"Yea, that's better. Now come here, you're looking cold."

Russians! PLEASE ambush these two! End this scene!

Roach felt how an electrical lightning struck through his body as the Lieutenant placed his hand on Sanderson's neck. Fingers softly caressed his skin. This was nothing like how Ghost had touched him before, this was better, this was no joke, this was for real.

This...is...AWFUL!

"Feel good?" Ghost asked with a wide smile.

Roach nodded quickly with his lips shivering.

"Well let's make it even better," the Lieutenant leaned in.

Oh, SNAP! Any MW fans out there are about to get REALLY mad!

Roach head was spinning out of control, he couldn't believe it was actually happening.

Ghost lips almost touched Roach when the sound of rotor blades of a helicopter was heard.

THANK YOU, HELICOPTOR!

Simon sighed disappointed and moved away.

"Damn helicopter," Roach whispered. He'd hoped it was silent enough for Ghost to not hear but the other man's laughter shattered that hope.

"Bad timing huh?" Ghost asked and stretched out his hand to help his subordinate up.

Quite the opposite.

"Yea. Kind of."

The Lieutenant moved close to Gary. His lips touched the bug's ear. "My room after briefing. Do not be late!" Bring the lube.

Roach swallowed hard. "Yes Sir."

Ghost smiled. "Good soldier." He moved away but not before he gave him a small spank on the butt and a wink.

Subtle...

Roach was about to say something back but the sound of the helicopter flying out from over the forest to their position was too loud for anyone to hear anything else.

I hope one of them left their radios on and Soap heard the whole thing.

Roach raised his hand to knock the door but stopped in the move. What if this was just another one of the Lieutenant's pranks? Maybe he just should walk away.

Yes! Walk away! Do us all a favor!

He was just about to turn around when he heard Ghost's voice. "Come in Sergeant."

We're back already?

Roach swallowed hard and opened the door. He didn't even have time to react before Ghost had him pushed up against the wall with the same power as yesterday, and once again the bug let out a small cry of pain.

"Wait a sec," Ghost said as he reached out his right arm with which he shut and locked the door. Then he turned his face to Roach again. "So Bug. Wanna be my Valentine do the “mustard dispenser”?"

Roach let out a small laughter even though his head still hurt. "Of course!"

Ghost smiled at him, his green eyes shone of lust. "Good." He leaned in and started kissing the other soldiers neck.

Creeeeepy...

Roach moan by just the touch. He leaned his head to the side, giving Ghost more access.

Simon made his way down Gary's neck. Without letting go of the skin with his lips he pulled of Roach's jacket and pulled in his T-Shirt so that he could kiss his collar.

I feel so uncomfortable right now...

"Oh my," Roach whimpered. He felt how Simon smiled against his skin.

Gary's legs were shaking like leaves and if Simon hadn't been holding in him he'd probably fallen to the ground.

"Ghost, I'm…I can't stand," he forced out between his shivering breaths.

Simon laughed. "No need to." He leaned back, grabbed hold of Gary's shoulders and pushed him down the bed hard.

WHAAAAAAAAAA?

"Dude, you're making me crazy, Let's try the “Pasadena Mudslide”!" Gary whispered.

"Good, I like crazy," Simon answered with a suggestively smile and straddled over the Sergeant's stomach. He forcibly pulled of Gary's T-shirt and threw it to the ground. He stroke his hands up Sanderson's muscular stomach and chest. "Not bad," he said with a smile and leaned down to capture Gary's mouth with his. He caressed the younger man's teeth with his lips asking for access, Gary fully opened his mouth without any ounce of hesitation.

I have to do something fast! This is getting out of hand!

Simon's mouth tasted better than he ever could have imagined, he wanted to taste him forever. His heart was beating faster and faster he almost feared getting a heart attack.

Suddenly, Roach bit Ghost's tongue off who started bleeding profusely!

Ghost moved his lips from Roach's back to his neck. First he kissed him softly gaining some small moans from the Sergeant but he wanted more. He suck his teeth down the skin making Gary groan loud.

"Simon, damn you're kinky in the worst way!"

Ghost really got aroused his name like that, he wanted to hear it again. So he moved down kissing the other soldier's chest and stomach going down and down.

He gets aroused by the sound of his own name? Is he like this during roll call?

"Simon oh God! Simon!" Roach cried out breathing quicker and quicker.

Ghost replaced the regular jar of lube with battery acid.

Ghost couldn't help but moan as he heard his name like that again. He kept kissing Gary's abdomen until he reached the line of the Bug's trousers. He licked his skin making the other man groan once again.

Not since “Friendship is Kinky” have I been so disgusted...

"Damn't Simon just do me already I'm dying," the Sergeant cried out.

“Fuck NOOOOOOOOOOO!” yelled Thomas and Alfred.

Ghost laughed, sat up and pulled the zipper of Gary's trousers down. "Then turn around. I packed various flavors of dildos for you! I have Berry Banana-Blast, After-Jog Dinky, Spearmint-Followed-By-Buttsecks, and Shit-Shim-Sharoo."

Sorry for that last one, folks, trying to make this disturbing scene funny in some way!


OMG that took me the whole bloody day. Really! From nine in the morning to nine in the evening. But I hope it was worth it
Oh and by the way, you have NO idea how incredibly wrong it felt writing the name 'Simon' like I did in this chapter. You see, my brother's name is Simon and he IS a soldier too just like Ghost. So yea…it felt kind of disturbing but yea whatever.

Then why the hell did you even write this?

I'm sorry to announce that next chapter probably won't be uploaded in a few weeks (two at the most) because I'm going away a week to Gran Canaria to apparently celebrate my birthday? But just so you know, I'll take a note book with me in which I will write the next chapter and I'll try to make it extra-long to compensate the gap between the uploads.
So yea. Sorry for crappy English and writing but as mentioned like hundred times before my English vocabulary is extremely limited because Swedish is my Native language, I hope you can understand that.

What I understand is you are guilty of writing bad fanfic! You're sentence is a mocking from ME!

Anyway, please review! It means the world to me
Oh and as I've said in previous chapters: If you have any fun ideas for this story please let me know.
Cheers!

We're not even halfway done with this fic and I'll tell ya, I am NOT looking forward to the rest. I hope everyone's OK after...that...

[SM2142]

Okay first of all, thanks for all your reviews (even the one from OMGITSROAST even though that one kind of scared the crap out of me O.O)

Glad I didn't see it.

Second of all I AM TRULY SORRY for letting you guys wait a whole bloody month for the update. I know I said two weeks and I am extremely sorry. Most of you have probably forgotten about this story by now or you might hate hate me. The reason why it took so long is school. School've been crazy these past weeks. At least three tests each week, and four essays and on top of that homework and if that wasn't enough I had a music video to make for my music class. So yea it have been hectic, I haven't done anything not schoolish this month. This last week I found myself having about an hour a day I could do whatever I wanted and I sat down and forced myself to finish this chapter even though I had a massive writer's block, so I am sorry for the crappiness of this chapter but I just didn't have any inspiration.

Thanks for the warning, but we all know how crappy this fic is. And when you run out of inspiration, here's a hint: DON'T WRITE MORE!

Anyway, thanks again for your lovely reviews and sorry for the delay, hopefully it will never happen again. (And as always sorry for crappy English)

It would have been great if it was delayed indefinitely!

This chapter's song is Angel-like by Self Deception
Here we go, the fifth chapter...

I feel so high
In a way that I haven't felt for a while
You got me acting crazy
Can't get my head straight on why
Is it the way that you move
How it sounds when you speak
How you make someone strong like me so weak
Is it the time of the year
Is it the clothes that you wear
Can't let go, I just don't know
I'm falling for someone so angel-like
Can't decide if this is wrong or right

Well, this fic sure is wrong.

Chapter 5: Here Comes Trouble

Gary looked at himself in the full figure mirror. He had several cuts on his back where Simon had dug in his fingers.

See what happens when someone dresses up like Wolverine?

He turned around and studied his throat, it was covered in bruises and even some bit marks.

Someone might think he was attacked by a zombie and then blast him. Fingers crossed!

His glance followed the carotid artery up to his jaw and to his mouth. The lower lip was swollen and red after the Lieutenant's teeth.

Or maybe it was the botox injection...

Gary smiled cringed at the memory of the night. He remembered Simon's skin against his. He remembered the taste of his superior's BBQ ribs. He remember their shivering breaths and them screaming out each other's their own names. He remembered exactly how he got those cuts on the back, the bruises on his throat and the swollen lip. Yes, he remembered all of that, but he couldn't for his life remember how he got that bloody black eye.

Just say you ran into a door.

Suddenly he felt how two strong arms stroked his skin and put themselves around his waist with the lower fingers under the waistband of his trousers.

Oh no, NOT AGAIN!

"Sorry about that. I can be quite…..rough sometimes," Ghost whispered and kissed his subordinate carefully on the throat.

Gary closed his eyes and leaned his head backwards of pleasure. His lips formed into a wide smile when the Lieutenant continued his kiss over the throat and the jaw.

Suddenly, Ghost sucked Roach's soul out through his ass!

"It doesn't matter. It was amazing….You were amazing!"

Roach felt Simon's laughter against his skin, which by the way made him smile even more.

"As said: You are so gay!"

AGAIN, Ghost? Get a better catchphrase or NONE AT ALL!

Now Roach laughed too. "Oh really? What makes you think that?"

Oh, I don't know, were you conscious the whole last chapter?

Ghost moved his half naked body even closer to his lover, which made both of them shiver. "I don't know…maybe what you said yesterday…"

Ya don't say!

Roach raised a brow and opened his eyes to look at the Lieutenant through the mirror. "What did I say yesterday?"

You probably said, “Show me how to do a proper 'pincer move', Sir!”

A mean little smile formed over Ghost's face before he answered the question. "Ahhh Ghost! Fuck aah! Do me! Ah! Faster! Ahhh! Simon. Simon!" Ghost voice was nothing but a shivering whisper to make sure no one else on the base heard.

Or that...

Roach laughed and let his head fall to his chest giving Ghost space to kiss the Sergeant's neck.

OK, knock it off FFS!

"First of all, I never screamed. And second of all you weren't quiet you neither. Did you notice I used battery acid for lube?" Once more he felt a smile against his skin.

"What are you talking about? I was quiet as a mouse."

Roach shook his head with laughter. "A stabbed mice with the world's greatest vocal cords."

"You have probably dreamt that." Ghost put his chin against Roach's shoulders and watched them in the mirror.

As much as I hoped that last chapter was just a dream, you're WRONG!

Gary lifted his face to look too. "We look good together," he said and that wasn't a lie. He was fascinated about how good they fit together. How amazingly their lips intertwined. How right it felt when their skin touched. It was as if the Lieutenants fingers were made to stroke trough the Sergeant's honey brown hair. And when they stood there it was just as if Roach's shoulder was shaped for Ghost's chin and his waist was made for Simon's arms to be wrapped around.

TMI, author! TMI!!!

"Really? I think you look like crap!" Ghost muttered under his breath.

"What?" Roach turned his glance towards Ghost's eyes in the mirror and saw how the green eyes were turned towards the bruises on Gary's face.

"Yes, but isn't that your fault the Incredible Hulk?"

Hulk busted through the wall and shouted, “YOU LEAVE HULK OUT OF BAD STORY!” before promptly leaving

Ghost laughed and buried his face in the hook between Roach's neck and shoulder.

"I have told you that I'm sorry…..bloody drama queen," the lieutenant muttered against Gary's skin.

Roach shook his head. "Was that why all your relationships ended with hate? Because you got to rough?"

No, it was because he had to terminate them to keep classified info a secret. He likes shouting out that stuff during.

Ghost lifted his head again and put it back against the shoulder. "Partly that, partly the fact that I was away too often on the job. And then they said something about me being a jerk."

Were you “on the job” like THIS while in a relationship, Ghost?

Roach laughed. "Wonder where they got that from," he said sarcastically.

Ghost elbowed him hard in the side and smiled triumphantly when Roach let out a small cry of pain after having his rib broken. "HA! She even wanted to report me for abuse! I never hit anyone!"

Yeah right...

"No, never," Roach whimpered quietly while he gave his aching side a massage.

"Well I never hit her very hard anyway. I might have hit him a few times, but he deserved it, bloody cockroach….. no offense."

"None taken. Wait, he?"

"Yes. Ha! You didn't think you were the first guy I've ever been with did you?" Ghost laughed at the thought as if it'd been a joke.

Yeah, Roach, where do you think he learned all that twisted shit you guys did?

Roach sighed. "Well sorry then!" he said annoyed.

"Awww, poor little Roach thought he was the first!" Ghost said with a baby voice and pouted his lips. "Poor little Sanderson," he said and turned the Sergeant around so that the stood face to face. He put his hands on Gary's neck and met the warm brown eyes. "Are you going to run home to mum and…" Ghost interrupted himself with a painful, small scream. Roach had kicked him hard over his toes.

Finally a fight?

"Damn't Bug!" Simon whimpered and let go of Roach's neck to hold his foot.

This time it was Roach turn to smile triumphantly. "Serves you well."

Ghost let go of his foot and stretched himself with a furious look on his face, which remind Roach to never upset the Lieutenant.

"You little…"

But Roach stopped his superior in the middle of his thought by grabbing hold of his neck and throw himself in for a kiss. He could feel how the Lieutenants anger washed away and was replaced by lust.

SHIT! I was hoping for a bloody melee!

His hand grabbed hold of Roach's hips and pulled him closer. Once more their lips and tongues moved in perfect balance with each other as if they were made to do so.
Both of them let out a small moan before their lips parted for air. Instead they leaned their foreheads against each other. They were still holding on to each other hard.

"When was Price going to have his briefing?" Roach whispered to his lover.

If irony has any say in it, you're late.

"0800," Ghost answered with a friendlier tone than Roach had ever heard from the Lieutenant.

"And how much is it?"

Ghost turned around to the left to watch the clock by his bed. "FUUUUCK!"

Try explaining this to Price!

Taskforce 141 was already gathered when Ghost and Roach entered the room.

Ha! Sucks to be them!

Price stopped his briefing and looked at the two men with an angry glance. "So, you have decided to drop in now?...What on Earth have you done Sergeant? You both smell of rough sex."

Everyone in the room turned their glance towards Roach and his bruised face. He felt dirty. His cheeks turned crimson red. It felt like they all knew.

The fact that neither of them had showered after last night wasn't doing them any good.

It was now he was supposed to say something. Something quick and believable that would make everyone nod and then turn towards Price again. You know like people do in the movies. But he couldn't come up with anything, not a single word. Instead he just stood there with his mouth half open like a fool.

Don't do that! You're practically showing your BJ face!

"We was training close combat and Roach loosed, obviously," Ghost answered self-certain and with such honest it almost made Roach himself believe it.

Just hope Price can't read between the lines.

"Well you could have chosen a better time, sit down," Price ordered and the two soldiers did although their asses were still sore, as told and suddenly everything was like normal again.

"So you managed to save the video from the accident?" the women asked with her Russian accent.

"Yes No, but they were professionals, none of the ordinary surveillance cameras got any pictures of them but our web cam on the TV did. Look," the young, British technician said and turned on the video.

On the screen there was two soldiers talking to each other. One of them you could see perfectly. He had short honey brown hair and brown eyes. His face was young and undamaged.

Please tell me you got audio too! I want to see these two try and get out of this one!

The other ones face was on other hand impossible to see. He wore a skull printed black balaclava and black shades.

Oh, whoever could it be? DURR!

The woman leaned closer to the screen and studied the figures.

"So these are the monsters? I want to know their names, I don't care how you get them just do it. These rats will get for what they did to me and my family.

Is she REALLY that dumb?

"I have listened through the audio recordings of what they said. The brown haired's name is Gary but is called Roach. The other one's called Ghost. I don't know their full names but it shouldn't take long to find out."

Thank you Wiki-leaks!

The woman smiled a wide, content smile. "Very good, and I have to say that their names fit them. I'm going to crush them like cockroaches and when I'm done they won't be more than two ghosts."

Look, lady, you need to work on your evil dialogue delivery...

"Come on now Roach, you can do better, I know *my* game is." Marcus Fenix laughed at the couching figure on the ground.

"He's going to puke," Kate Archer laughed.

Gary felt how his lungs turned in pain and just as Archer had said he had to fight to keep the content of his stomach down.

I don't want to know what he ate last night...

"Come on, one more time. And breathe in until you can't breathe in more," Fenix encouraged and helped Gary up on his feet before letting him fall over.

"Just wait until he's finished coughing."

Roach's coughing gradually declined. When it had stopped completely he lifted his hand in the air to signal them to wait.

"What do I get for this?" he asked with a hoarse voice.

Maybe a group of angry Russians who want you dead?

"You may get a kiss," a sudden voice said. Roach turned around and met Ghost's masked face in front of him. He felt how his cheeks blushed. His ears were burning and his legs were shaking. He turned to see the other two soldiers' faces, they looked confused as one may be expected to do after listening to something Ghost had said.

Uh...aren't the other STILL AROUND?

He bit his lip and turned towards the Lieutenant again. "Eum, no thanks, Sir. I think I'll pass that," he said with a wink even though he didn't want to do anything more than pull off that balaclava and push his lips against the other man's.

"Well, well, it's your loss", Ghost sighed and sat down on a bench in front of them. "What are you guys doing by the way?"

"We teach Roach how to take proper inhales, then chainsaw training" Fenix answered with a laughter as he pulled up another cigarette to the Sergeant.

"But you don't smoke Roach. And you'll never start!" Ghost said and looked with a hard glance at Roach.

The Bug could feel the intense of the Lieutenant's glance through the shades.

"No I won't Sir. I'll only show them that I can."

Ghost raised a brow. "And why should you do that?"

"We was just about to negotiate about the price."

"You get 50 bucks," Archer said with a wry smile.

50 bucks if he smokes?

Roach shrugged his shoulders. "Sounds good."

"But as said: No coughs and no throwing up."

"Okay."

That's it, Roach! Give in! Peer pressure FTW!

"Roach don't do it," Ghost begged quiet.

"Why not? I've already tried once last night."

"You have? Well then. Then it's already too late. Do what you want."

Roach raised both of his eyebrows. "What do you mean: 'it's already too late?"

"It doesn't matter, just smoke!"

A Smoker entered the room, giving Roach a thumbs-up.

Gary shrugged his shoulders, confused. Then he took the cigarette from Archer and put it between his lips.

Archer lit his lighter and let the flame burn the end of the cigarette.

Archer then set Roach's pants on fire.

"Okay, ready?" Roach asked while he tried to not inhale anything.

"Yea, do it already! I've got grubs to kill!" Fenix encouraged.

Roach prepared himself for a moment before he inhaled the poisonous smoke. He inhaled until his lungs were full. When he then took away the cigarette to breathe out he fell forwards to the ground with a violent cough.

Those extra-tar cigs really know how to mess up your day.

Ghost just barely managed to catch him. He sat there on the ground holding the Sergeant's coughing figure while Archer and Fenix broke into a huge laughter.

"Gary Sanderson and Simon Riley? Are you sure that's their name?" the woman asked.

"Yes, 100%. It's easy hacking into the Taskforce's network."

Every password is “MW3”.

"Have you found anything about their family?"

"Before anyone join the Taskforce the government erase everything about the recruits to protect their families. And when I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING. No birth certificate, nothing, it's like the person never even existed. But, I found one thing, one small thing the government forgot. I have a name, a family member to Riley. And best of all…I've got an address.

It's probably their bully from grade school. Taking him out is counter-productive.

Okay, as I said before sorry for the huge delay and sorry for a crappy chapter. The next chapter will be uploaded before Saturday (I PROMISE).
Please Review and if you have any idea for the story I would love to hear them See ya!

I don't know what to say that hasn't already been said, folks. The mock continues...

[SM2142]

I told you...before saturday...and here it is: the 6th chapter. Thanks for the review Migisi, and thanks again for the PM Butterscotch MacTavish. You guys are awesome!

I know I'm awesome, this fic however is not.

Anyway, I haven't much to say about this chapter so I'll just throw you right into it. The song is 'What Can I Say' by Dead By April. Enjoy

A chapter so boring the author can't even introduce it!

Chapter 6- What Can I Say? What Can I Do?

You can start by not writing shitty fanfics, but we're passed that.

I try to be all that you need
Try not ever let you down
Still I can see it in your eyes
Not good enough
What can I say, what can I do
This is who I am and I am hurting you
What can I say, what can I do
No matter how strong my feelings are
I always end up hurting you

A song from a man to his punching bag.

"Wait, why won't you kiss me?" Roach asked as he and Ghost sat on the Lieutenant's bed.

Oh NO! They're going back for sloppy seconds!

"Because you taste like shit! I told you not to smoke!" Ghost explained annoyed.

Ha! See Roach? That's how rejection tastes!

So that's why he didn't want me to smoke! Cute.

Roach rolled his eyes. "Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now?" he asked as he played with his lover's fingers.

And do YOU know how stupid the premise of this fic is?

"Do you know how ridiculous you are? Get away from my bed now, I want to work with my computer. I need to download 'Big Burly Sailor Pajama Party 5' NOW!"

"Awww, do I have to go? Do you have to work with your computer? Can't we do anything more…..fun?" Roach asked with the puppy eye look.

I cannot even begin to comprehend how stupid that must look.

Ghost suddenly got a clever, tempted look upon his face and he turned completely towards Roach. "Something funnier? What do you have in mind?"

Does he REALLY need to elaborate?

Roach felt shivers through his whole body and he bit his lip. This man drives me mad! "Well…you know," he started and stroked his hand up Ghost's thigh. "…Fun." He felt how the whole of Simon's body tensed under his touch.

The Lieutenant smiled widely. "Okay…but no mouth kisses!"

CODE RED! They're at it again, dammit!

Roach laughed even though he was quite disappointed.

Attention Readers: this scene actually gets cut short, don't leave the page just yet!

The Lieutenant reached out his hands and started unzipping Roach's jacket. He leaned in and kissed the Sergeant's neck to the sound of the younger man's moans.

The door suddenly flung open and Soap stormed in. "Ghost your sister…..WHAT IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU DOING!"

Hooray! Soap is here to save us!

Ghost and Roach practically flew up from the bed.

"Eum…" Roach had no idea what to say. Should he lie? Should he tell the truth? He turned towards Ghost in hope for help just to see that Ghost was just as frozen as he was.

Let's see them get out of this one...

"Eum…" the Lieutenant said too.

"Eum? What is 'eum'?" the Captain asked and scratched his forehead.

"We…eh….we eum…We did nothing….Sir," Roach said carefully and saw in the corner of his eyes that Ghost were still as frozen. He had never seen the Lieutenant like this before. Unsettled wasn't a normal state for Ghost.

"Nothing? You expect me to believe that?" Soap asked with a raised brow.

Ghost and Roach nodded in agreement.

"You did nothing? How stupid do you think I am?"

Roach swallowed hard. "Precisely."

"Riley was kissing your neck and undressing you and your hand was on his crotch….But you didn't do anything?"

Roach laughed nervously. "You must have seen wrong-"

"Rooooaaaach! You're bothout of this fucking unit! How did you get into SAS anyway? Screening would have rooted you out as unfit for duty!"

***Or at least that was what he should have said.***

Gary sighed and fell down on the bed. "Okay, okay. But ask Ghost. He explains better."

Soap raised a brow and turned towards Ghost who swallowed hard and then cleared his throat.

"Do you really need an explanation?"

"Why?"

"I like him, he likes me."

"Is it worth losing your job for?"

"No. But since we don't recruit women...”

"Then why?"

Ghost swallowed hard again, and again, and again. "I don't have any answer on that question... Sir. But I have a supplementary question: will you report us?"

Any sane CO would...but let me guess...no?

Soap lifted both of his brows. "No! Oh my God! You are two of my best soldiers, I wouldn't afford loosing you! And by the way, I don't have anything against…. That. No as long as you're doing your job anyway!"

Even though it could make their behavior patterns erratic if something happened to one of them? You're willing to jeopardize and entire mission because of two guys? NOT WORTH IT!

"Then why are we still talking about it? What did you want?"

"What? Oh right. Ghost… it's your sister… She's gone."

Ghost wrinkled his forehead. "What do you mean 'gone'?"

She is currently not in the location she is supposed to be in, moron!

Soap scratched the bridge of his nose, troubled. "Gone as in gone. Her apartment was totally ruined when the police got there this morning. There are no traces of her."

That was the evil plan? Kidnap Ghost's sister? No chemical attacks, hijackings, or super-computer viruses, the bad guys think kidnapping a soldier's sister is the better plan? Am I the only one who thinks they need to rethink their strategies?

Roach could see the fear in Ghost eyes, a sight he hoped to never have to see again.

I thought SAS guys were trained to block such strong emotions. Boy, all those years really did you a lot for you, right Ghost?

"You're saying my sister is kidnapped? Didn't the neighbors see anything?" Ghost yelled out the words with pure desperation in his voice.

Ghost would never react like this! He would calmly get up and load up for a 1-man, rage-filled killing spree! Except here he sounds “desperate”?

"The neighbors said it happened early in the morning. They heard a fight from Anna's apartment and then a car driving away. A witness said he'd seen her being dragged away, unconscious by three armed women and then thrown into a black minivan."

She's been kidnapped by the Amazons!

"Registration plate?"
"Taken off It had '(_!_)' on it."

"Soap, I need to get there now!"

"And do what?"

"John, it's my family!"

Sure, just head to her apartment where she obviously is not there and then sulk around like a dumbshit for a couple hours...

"I'm sorry Ghost. But you're more of a use here. I'll try to follow the investigation. When it looks like they've come anywhere I'll put you on the first flight to London. Okay?"

"NO! IT'S NOT OKAY! DAMN'T SOAP, IT'S MY SIS' WHERE TALKING ABOUT HERE!"

Remember when I mentioned erratic behavior due to a traumatizing event? Yeah...

"Good," Soap said quickly as if he hadn't listen to a word of what Ghost'd screamed out. Without waiting for another outbreak from the Lieutenant Soap left the room.

Someone had the right idea.

"Soap! Soap! SOAP! DAMN'T!" ghost yelled out and threw one of the chairs of the room against the door with such strength it made the wooden chair explode into several pieces. "BLOODY HELL!" His shoulders shook by anger.

I see Ghost is working on his Bobby Knight impression.

"Ghost," Roach said quietly and put his hand on the Lieutenant's shoulder.

"SHUT UP!" Ghost yelled as he turned around and shot his fist against his lover's face with such wrath it made the Sergeant fall to the ground.

Finally! Good old-fashioned violence!

Simon understood directly what he'd done and fell to his knees crying. "I'm sorry mate, sorry. It's just…It's my sis'."

Attention readers: long filler paragraph incoming.

Roach bit his lip and nodded. The pain pulsated through his face. A few drops of blood made their way down his lips from his nose, which probably was broken. "I understand," he whispered while trying to hide the fear in his voice even though it was pointless as it was obvious in his eyes. "We'll find her, Ghost. We'll find her and kill those sons of bitches who did this to her," he kept whispering and crawled over to Ghost with his glance attached to the green eyes, looking for any sigh of a new attack coming up.
Simon nodded and lowered his shoulders.

And now back to the “plot” if you can call it that.

"We're going to get your sis' back in one piece, okay? Or in as few as possible that we still get an open casket." Roach crawled even closer, their noses almost touched.

The Lieutenant nodded once more. It was well visible that his muscles started to relax under his skin.

"But Soap's right. There's no reason to go home at this moment."

The rage returned to Ghost eyes and he lunged his fist once more.

Roach closed his eyes, preparing himself for another wave of pain. But none came. Instead he felt a hand carefully touching his neck. The skin felt warm and comfortable against his.

Shit! I wanted blood!

Gary opened his eyes and saw Simon's tearful ones meeting his. Even though he feared those eyes at this moment he couldn't help but love them even more. They looked so damaged, so sad, so conflicted.

"You should go to the infirmary and get that nose checked. It looks broken," the Lieutenant mumbled with guilt obvious in his voice.

Now we have guilt? When has Ghost felt guilt? He's a cold-hearted killing machine! He does not feel anything besides the thrill of the kill! He's Ghost!

Roach shook his head. "I stay here, with you. You shouldn't be alone at this state."

This time it was Ghost's turn to shook his head. He then rose. "Gary, to be violent while making love and to beat the crap out of someone is far from the same thing. Roach, I almost beat the crap out of you, the person in the world I would least of all want to hurt. Go, before I do something I'll regret for the rest of my life."

How about Roach stays, you beat him up, then he leaves? Works well for us!

"Ghost…"

"GO!" The Lieutenant screamed out at the top of his lungs as he opened the door.

"I'm there if you need me," Roach said gloomy and left the room. The door flung shut behind him.

He could here things being thrown around and Ghost swearing in his deep British accent which Roach loved.

I know scenes like this are supposed to make characters seem more human, but...they're SAS!

He had to admit that he was frightened. Ghost had such anger inside him, more intense than he'd ever seen in anyone. Roach started to see the side of the Lieutenant those Exes had seen, that part of him they'd hated. Ghost could simply had beaten him unconscious and maybe he even had been close to.

I've wanted that to happen from the beginning!

But even though Ghost's rage scared him he couldn't make himself love him less. For every minute that past Ghost's place in Roach's heart grew bigger and bigger. He didn't know why it happened so fast, why his feelings became larger and larger. Maybe it was because of their job, a stressful, painful job where everyone could be dead in a second. Or maybe it simply was because of the fact that Ghost was different. No one that had met him could say he was normal. He was simply an extreme man.

The explanation is simple, you're in a bad fanfic.

Roach had never before felt like he felt for Ghost. He couldn't explain it but nothing else had felt that real but on the same time like a dream.

Ghost had said that their relationship wasn't more important than their job, Roach wasn't prepared to agree. He loved his job; the Taskforce was like his second family. But just the thought of never being able to stroke Ghost's skin again, never kiss his lips or see those sparkling green eyes look at him with lust made him loose his ground. Ghost was like heroin, he couldn't stop once he'd gotten him.

Uh, Roach? WWIII is on the horizon, why does everyone forget that? Plus, Roach should not be a soldier if he keeps up this behavior! I'm no psychologist, but he's NOT right in the head! Hell, the author isn't right in the head for that matter.

Roach sighed defeated and walked with shaking legs to the infirmary as he'd been told. But every fiber of him wanted to get back to Ghost. Every muscle wanted him to run right back into that room, wrestle the Lieutenant down to the ground and hold him hard in his arms. But Ghost had given precise orders to go to the infirmary and Ghost's words were his law.

He may have felt like a dog as he ambled into the big disinfected room on Ghost's request but isn't that what every soldier is? Obedience dogs to their superiors? The only difference is that the soldiers don't get a bone when they've finished their tasks.

In your case Roach, you got one during your task. OH SNAP!

…

The pain woke her up. It went from her atlas down the whole spine. But worst was the neck, it felt like someone had stabbed her with a rusty knife several times and maybe someone had.

Um...no, if that were true you'd be dead from infection or blood loss.

She opened her green eyes and expected to see evil faces smiling at her. But she didn't. In fact, she didn't see anything at all. Everything was blurry for her eyes. She tried to concentrate her glance but it didn't work. The world around her stayed a mystery.

Damn, they took her contact lenses!

She tried to rub her eyes only to notice that her hands were bound and after moving her feet a bit she realized that so was her legs.

Did we get sent into the Black Ops interrogation room?

"Damn't," she muttered but didn't recognize her own voice. It was weak and hoarse, it mostly reminded of a dying crow's croaking.

Her mouth was completely dry and her throat ached. Water, she needed water. Never before had she been as thirsty as she was right now.

"Anna Riley right?" a female voice suddenly said with a Russian accent.

It's the Baroness from the GI Joe cartoon? If so, this might be good!

A man can dream...

Anna tried to turn her head towards the voice but the flame of pain burning through her neck was so huge she couldn't make her head move any longer.

"Your blog. It's a lot about politics, you may even think you were a clever girl. But you aren't, are you? In reality you're pretty stupid," the voice continued.

Kidnapped because of a blog? Man, SOPA comes down hard in this universe...

Anna closed her eyes hard and opened them again, she still couldn't see anything. "What are you talking about?" she asked with her hoarse voice.

"Your brother. You know that his job means a lot of danger towards himself and the family. You know that he's been completely removed from any index. Wouldn't it be kind of stupid for you to start a blog then? A blog where you've even mentioned your brother a few times?"

You'd think the SAS would have explained this to her...

Anna closed her eyes again, the picture of the brother became visible to her and a wave of worry washed over her. Why did this woman talk about Simon?

"What have you done to my brother?" she growled.

The woman let out a raw, joyless laughter. "What I have done to him? The question you should be asking is what he have done to me! Do you want to know? Do you want to know what kind of monster your brother really are?"

“Brother really are?” Wow...

Anna felt a tear made its way from her tear duct down her cheek. "Simon isn't any monster."

He's just a guy who shoots at nothing while Roach gets all the kills.

"Really? Do you know what your beloved brother has done? Yes, he broke into my company and blew it up. Almost my whole family was in there. I heard my own sister scream as she was crushed by tons of concrete, I saw my brother being burnt to death! And what did your brother do? He watched. He enjoyed his work!"

That'll teach you to store all those collectable dynamite sticks in your company building.

Streams of tears now covered Anna's cheeks and she closed her eyes hoping everything was a dream.

"No, no you're lying!" she cried out.

"Well then, open your eyes, look me right in the face and say that I'm lying," the woman said and walked in front of her prisoner.

Anna slowly opened her eyes. She could see that something was standing in front of her but not what.

Slowly the world started to form to her eyes; her sight came back.

Now she could see the face before her in detail, a sight that made her to pull backwards of horror.

So it's not the Baroness?

Sorry for the crappy English in this chapter. I know I suck okay? (Haha you can see in the text when my inspiration came back XD)
Anyway, please review and as I say after every chapter pleeeeaaaaassseeee tell me if you have any ideas for this story because i DO need them. You can put your idea in a review or just PM me, please.
Edit: PANIC! My mum just told me that tomorrow (28th) she'll turn in my computer for an upgrade of the grafic card (or what it now is called in English) and other stuff. I will probably not get it back for a couple of days (STUPID FUCKING SHIT) and since this is the only computer I can write and upload the chapters on it will take a few days until I'll be able to do just that. I am so sorry for once more making you wait ages for the upload (even though this time it won't take a month). And yes I am pissed too that Mum didn't choose a better time or at least ask me when it was best for me. Anyway, sorry about this.
Edit (again): Yes. I managed (by begging and begging on my knees to my mother) to buy myself some more time. Next chapter will be uploaded (as I promised before all this mess started) before Sunday.

Your own mother doesn't want you writing this? Should have taken her advice.

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Yea, eum, thanks for the review Migisi and a thanks to Storm Hawks Fan you really should (if you haven't) read their stories Foreign Emotions and Frayed Edges because yea...they are awesome!

Something tells me they're just as bad as you are. I'll pass.

This chapter is kind of boring but I needed to write it for the coming chapters which hopefully will be more exiting. This chaper's song is 18 Karat Gold by the awesome band Johnossi. Well I won't hold you any longer here's the seventh Chapter. Sorry for crappy English and writing. Enjoy.

Chapter 7: You Scream About It In The Night

But there's an endless battle to be won
And me I ain't a man with an educated mind
And soon, you won't have the strength to carry on
So you scream about it in the night

Wow. We actually get a really short lyric? What a twist!
…

After three days Roach had simply grown tired of Ghost having locked himself inside his room. He walked over to the door and started pounding on in for the fifth time that day.

So Ghost has been in his room for 3 days...any longer and he might die from dehydration unless he's been drinking from his toilet.

"This is getting ridiculous Ghost! Open now damn't or I sweat I'll break the fucking door! AND I MEEN IT! You can sit in there and rot for all I care, I just want to talk to you and I won't stop pounding your door until you let me in!"

No one thinks he's dead? What about getting him psychological help? NO ONE on base is trained for this? Did SAS just make a whole bunch of cuts to their medical program?

A few minutes of silence passed and then the door was slowly opened. The room was filled of darkness; he couldn't see a thing through the opening.

Suddenly a hand came out from the darkness and grabbed hold of the Sergeant's collar and pulled him into the room.

Please say Ghost became a zombie!

Ghost let go of Roach and turned around to close and lock the door.

"Can you turn on the light?" Gary asked right out into the darkness without knowing where in the room Simon was.

"No. What did you want?" Ghost's voice sounded different, wrong. The confident, playful but yet authoritarian part of it was gone. Everything that was Ghost was gone. Roach couldn't possibly have recognized it if it wasn't for the Cockney accent.

The Sergeant turned towards the voice. "I want to see your face."

"No you don't, I've been giving myself a face tattoo in the dark. It's not fun." the Lieutenant answered simply.

Roach started to feel really uneasy. "Ghost, you're scaring me now."

"Isn't that what a ghost is supposed to do? OooooooOOOOOOooohhh!" It was meant as a joke but there wasn't the slightest sign of happiness in his voice.

Roach heard the sound of footsteps beside him and then the squeak of the springs of a bed as someone sat down in it. He followed the noise and almost tripped over a box on the floor before he managed to get to the bed safely.

It was Ghost's box of emo music.

He stretched out his hand and touched skin. When he but just a tiny bit more weight against the subject in question he realized it was Ghost throat. He pulled his fingers upwards and caressed the Lieutenants cheek through the darkness. The skin was soaked, Ghost had been crying.

See? Ghost has gone emo!

Roach sighed and sat down in the bed right next to his superior. "I am worried about you Ghost. For real!"

And I'm worried about the author's sanity.

"If this is going to turn into another of your chick flick moment you might as well leave now."

Yes! Abandon fic!

"Sir, you can drop the façade. It doesn't matter if I can see you or not because I can hear in your voice how damaged you are. And it won't go away by playing tough. Talk to me," Gary said lovable.

"Roach… My sister has been kidnapped. Do I need to say anything else?"

How about “GTFO before I gotta slap a bitch!”?

The Sergeant pulled his hand through his hair. "Yes, but it doesn't make anything better to sit here alone and fade away in the darkness! Soap will fix this! You will get your sister back, I promise you."

Really? This story has to be that cliché?

Ghost sighed deeply. "I know it doesn't make it better, I'm not stupid you know! The reason why I'm in here is because I don't want the soldiers to see me in this state. How am I supposed to give the men courage when I myself am a walking wreckage?"

You could NOT go! This is just what the bad guys want! They want you to be a wreck so you'll make a mistake! THINK!

The Sergeant put his hand on top of the Lieutenant's leg and caressed it with love. "You are only a human Ghost and the soldiers know that! They don't expect you to be anything else," he said and leaned his head against Ghost's shoulder with closed eyes.

Uh, no. Ghost is a digital character from an FPS who shows no emotion other than baddassery! The fact that his character has been desecrated in this way is astounding!

"The worst part is that I'm not a human, not to them. You, Soap and Price are the only ones in the Task Force that's actually seen my face. To everyone else I truly am a ghost. I have worn this blighted mask so long people almost believe there's nothing behind it."

Maybe because the developers didn't want to animate your face. Too much money spent on more guns.

"Yes well the miss out on something amazing. Please can I turn on the light?" Roach asked and stretched his back up again.

"No!"

"Come on! It's me we're talking about! Why can't I see your face now when I've seen so much more of you before?" He blushed as he said the last sentence and thought back about that night several days ago.

Please don't bring that up again.

"Please Roach, I just don't want you to see me in this statement. I look pathetic!"

Statement? You can't see spoken words, idiot!

Gary leaned in to his lover and whispered: "You can never look pathetic," before he kissed him carefully beneath the ear.

AGAIN? You know if Soap comes in again you're both doomed.

"Roach… Can't we just not talk?" the Lieutenant asked annoyed as he moved to the middle of the bed. The springs squeaked once more as he lied down on his back.

Gary let his head fall to his chest. "You want me to go?"

Would you KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY?

"No. I want you to shut up and lay down next to me while I start the emo music."

Roach didn't hesitate a second before he threw his legs up in the bed without removing his boots and lay down as close to his superior as possible.

He put his arm round Ghost fit waist and rested his head against the Lieutenant's chest.

"I," he started but was quickly interrupted.

"Bible-boy, what did I just say? Do I need to get the ball-gag out again?"

"That I was going to shut up?"

"So why do I still hear talking?"

Roach opened his mouth to say 'sorry Sir' stopped himself quickly. Right….shut up.

Roach is slow like that.

…

Anna flinched as the big metal door opened. They hadn't hurt her yet, not after the fight in her flat. They were probably waiting for something, but she didn't know what. And it didn't really matter. Just the sight of that woman made her heart scream of fear.

It's obvious what they want, why can't she put 2 and 2 together?

"How does my guest of honor feel today?" the woman asked and walked round her.

Oh great, like walking around your prisoner ever got any info out of them...

Anna couldn't make herself answer and she didn't know if that was because of her fright or the dryness in her throat and mouth.

"Not that talkative today huh? Well, well, why should that matter? I'm really not here to talk anyway," the woman continued and stopped in front of Riley.

Out of the inside pocket of the camouflage jacket she pulled a sharp army knife.

She's challenging her to 5-Finger-Fillet!

"I'm here to have some fun. Time to send a little souvenir to your brother don't you think," she said with a wide smile.

Anna frantically tried to pull herself free, but just like every time before it was hopeless.

The woman walked round her once more.

Now she's stalling for time? YAWN

The pain in Anna's neck was still too great for her to be able to turn around and see what happened.

She felt the coldness of the metal against the skin of her left index finger and in the next second an enormous wave of pain shot through her hand and arm. It was more intense than anything she'd ever felt before. She opened he mouth and let out a terrible hoarse scream.

You need to cut off the thumb, make her unable to text!

"I hope you didn't need that finger," the woman said with a smile in her voice.

That's the best she could come up with?

…

The following three days Ghost and Roach spent together in the Lieutenant's room. Roach constantly saw improvement in Ghost's behavior. His voice sounded more and more like his old self. The third day Ghost even let Gary turn on the light. And even though you obviously could see in his face that he felt horrible he didn't look half as bad as he himself had described him to look like a few days ago. But the fourth day was different.

Yeah, so what about that rescue op? Oh yeah, WWIII is coming! Looks like everyone is forgetting about the goings-on in the world!

Roach was on his way back to Ghost from the infirmary where the medics had checked how the healing of his nose went. The hideout was almost empty as most men were out on various missions.

So they have physical docs, but NO mental docs? This base sucks.

It was when he turned in on the last corridor he met MacTavish.

"Ah Roach, I was just looking for you. Do you have time to talk about a thing?"

Gary scratched his forehead and sighed. "How important is it?" there was nothing he wanted more than to get back to his Lieutenant.

"It's about Ghost."

Soap is finally admitting Ghost needs psych help?

Roach's concentration was now fully turned towards Soap. "What about him?"

The Captain shook his head. "No here. Follow me to my office."

Roach wrinkled his brows. "Sir, there's no one here."

MacTavish sighed tiredly. "Roach absolutely no one can know what I'm about to tell you. Not now anyway. So we can't take any risks. Come with me now."

Wow, Soap doesn't like hurting his reputation.

Roach shrugged his shoulders and followed his superior.

…

"What is it?" Gary asked as the Captain closed and locked the door. His body screamed of worry. Why is the Captain so secret about this? What is it with Ghost? Was this about his sister? Had they found her?...Was she dead?

"You better sit down," Soap said and sat down in a chair on the other side of the desk.

Roach swallowed hard and did as asked. Yes, it's definitely not good news.

What made you think that?

"We got a letter sent here yesterday from an anonymous source."

Gary rouse one of his brows confused. "Someone has sent a letter….here? Someone knows where we are?"

What, your base has an open-door policy now?

MacTavish nodded with a sigh and rubbed his eye with his index finger. "And that isn't the creepiest. It was addressed to 'Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley' full name and all."

How else was it supposed to get there?

Roach bit his lip. This didn't sound good at all. "What did the letter say?"

"Nothing, except 'you just lost the game', pisses me off..." the Captain answered with a quiet, disgusted voice. Roach barely dared to ask the next question, he feared the answer.

"So….what did it contain?"

Soap's face changed color to a bright grey shade and his eyes grew black. " A finger and a Rick Astley CD."

"Pardon?" Roach leaned forward to make sure he'd heard what was said.

"I said a finger. A human index finger."

Gary leaned back into the chair and felt how the blood disappeared from his head. "Anna's?"

No, one of the bad guys cut off their OWN finger. What do YOU think?

"We don't know for sure but it was a female finger."

Roach closed his eyes and tried to stop his body from shaking. "What do we say to Ghost?"

"That's why I wanted to talk to you about. What do you think?"

I say don't unless this is what forces him into a blood rage!

Sanderson opened his eyes in confusion. "Me? Sir, you are his bud. You guys have known each other since the dawn of time itself!"

"Yes, true. But you're the one who's fucking him."

Um...burn?

Roach choked on his own breath and started to cough like a maniac. "Did you have to be so vulgar?"

"How would you have wanted me to say it? Never mind, just go and talk to him okay?"

This cannot end well.

"What makes you think he would take the news better from me than he would from you?" They were now yelling at each other like two toddlers fighting over a toy.

And yet they're supposed to be SAS!

Soap leaned backwards and crossed his arms. "Because Sergeant. I tried to make him open that fucking door for hours, I even gave him direct orders to do so, but he refused. But then you came with your puppy voice and he melted like butter in the sun and he let you in. He listens to you, he cares about you. And by the way, you have a calming effect on him."

Roach rolled his eyes and snorted. "Not to sound like that Sir… but he almost beat the crap out of me last time I tried to get your message through to him."

Soap sighed heavily. "Okay, then we just don't tell him at all. You're dismissed."

…

How many of these are we going to see?

Anna was still dizzy. Once they'd given her water she'd screamed at them, yelled out all kinds of violations she barely even knew herself existed. They had phlebotomized her for her behavior.

What the hell does “phlebotomized” mean?

They had driven out such amount of blood from her that her skin had gone from tanned brown into a bluish white color of death. She was too weak to even manage to raise her head and she hated it.

There was nothing she hated more than to feel suppressed, weak…defeated. She came from a family of fighters, warriors, to give up wasn't an option for the Riley family. Losing was only acceptable if you'd died fighting.

And her getting kidnapped only seems to drive the nail in deeper.

As children the siblings Simon and Anna didn't have parents who took care of them and patched them up after falling. They were told to repeat the fall until they could do it without crying.

Even though they ended up with compounding injuries.

She hated herself for ending up in this situation.

She knew she was there because of Simon. He had done something, killed a few people. She was a bait, or maybe something even worse. But if she knew her older brother (which she did) then he wouldn't play along in those maniac's game but on the same time he would do anything in his power to save her. The family came first for a Riley.

Seeing how they're taking their time with rescuing her, she's going to lose a few more fingers...

Yes there it was. Just so you know I have no Idea when my parents are going to kidnapp my computer but it will probably be sometime next week. Hopefully I will manage to upload next chapter before that but I can't promise anything...just so you know.
Please review. And I know I keep nagging about it but if you have any idea just let me know Cheers and happy Easter if I now don't upload next week.

See folks? The authors parents didn't want them writing this shit! That is how dangerous this enemy is!

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Yay, I managed to upload a chapter before Easter and a long one too...yea to me this is a long chapter... *feeling proud*

*Feeling the urge to smash something*

This Chapter's song is one of my favorite love songs of all time "Dobermann" by Raubtier. Enjoy...or not it's your choice...

Wow, the author actually gives us a free choice? I'll go with “not enjoying” this.

Chapter 8 – Dobermann (because when we think of love songs, we think of a dog breed that will rip your legs off just because it's hungry.)

När jag är vaken är du allt jag ser,
Och jag skall inte svika, inte falla ner
Det får aldrig någonsin ske,
För världen är vår fiende
Vakthund, vakthund, jag är din vakthund
Alltid tätt intill med både hugg och slag
Vakthund, vakthund jag är din vakthund
Min heder är din trygghet, trohet är min lag
Du är trygg hos mig, jag är för alltid din
Och ingen djävul kommer någonsin röra vid ditt skinn
Varje ed är sann och de har svurits medan blodet rann
När jag bevisat vad jag kan
Din dobermann
...
You are everything I see when I'm awake
And I won't betray you, I won't fall down
It can never ever happen
Because the world is our enemy
Guarding Dog, Guarding Dog, I am your guarding dog
Always close with both stabbs and bites
Guarding Dog, Guarding Dog, I am your guardning dog
My honor is your safety, loyalty is my law
You are safe with me, I am forever yours
And no bastard will ever get to touch your skin
Every vow is true and it was sworn while the blood drained
When I've prooven what I can
Your Dobermann

…Meanwhile, back in the stupid fanfic...

"Wait, wait, wait, slow down Soap. You're telling me we've got a letter from those bastards?" Ghost asked with disbelief visible in his voice.

What's so hard to understand about that? Does the SAS not get mail service?

"Might. We might have gotten a letter from the ones responsible for the kidnapping of your sister," the Captain corrected him. "There is nothing that proofs this letter authentic. But it's all we have to go on."

He then proceeded to shit on the letter.

"Then what does it says."

Looks like Ghost can't read anymore.

Soap cleared his throat and started reading right from the paper without thinking before what it said. "Hi Simon, or do you prefer being called Ghost? I know it's probably one of your superiors who get this letter but I trust them to at least read it to you since you're illiterate. I take it you liked the souvenir I sent you earlier this week…." Soap stopped himself quickly and felt how his pulses rouse. He lifted his head and met Ghost's. Even though he couldn't see the green eyes through the shades he knew the Lieutenant watched him confused.

"What souvenir?" he asked.

The matching salt and pepper shakers that look like the Leaning Tower of Pisa?

Soap swallowed his gum.

"Soap….are you hiding something from me?"

"Ehm, no of course not," MacTavish answered with an all too unconvincing tone.

Dammit Soap! You were never a good liar!

"Sir, tell me!"

Soap threw a glance at Roach that said something in the line of: "help me, what the hell am I supposed to say?"

You're supposed to say the thing got lost in the mail.

Ghost caught this glance and looked at his lover with denial in his eyes which none could see. "Roach?" His voice sounded hurt and it cut like a knife in the Sergeant.

Gary had no idea what he would tell Simon. The Lieutenant had come so far with his dealing with the pain, telling him that they'd received his sister's severed finger would most definitely break everything. One word and Ghost would explode into that violent wreckage he was only a few days ago.

Except this time he just might salvage his dignity by going on a bad-guy hunt like in Commando or something.

Roach bit his lip and let his head fall to his chest off his neck. Even though the mask hid every emotion in Ghost's face he couldn't stand meeting his glance. He opened his mouth to say something but reminded himself that he had no idea what to say.

"Roach? Not you too! Tell me damn't!"

"Ghost, a few days ago we received a letter containing a female finger," Soap answered with his professional Captain voice.

"What? Oh they're dead! THEY'RE FUCKING DEAD!" the Lieutenant screamed out at the top of his lungs with such anger it even almost scared Soap.

Finally! A realistic reaction! How long until he goes off with a coat made out of machine guns?

"Ghost calm down. They will die. There's no chance they'll survive this. There's no way they'll gonna live after what they did to your sister, to you. If you wouldn't have the first shot I would rip their throats out myself for messing with you," Roach said honestly.

Oh yeah, like talking this out will solve anything...

"Why didn't you tell me? And you Roach, you fucking knew? You of all people I thought would tell me a thing like this!"

"I thought it was better if you didn't find out, I knew how you would react," Roach said quietly without lifting his glance from the ground.

So if they knew Ghost would behave like this, why did they read the letter word for word? White-out can be a life saver when used correctly.

SMAK. Ghost palm his Roach fast and with a surprisingly huge force for being a hit with an open hand. The Sergeants head flew to the side and his cheek burned like hell. "Fuck, what was that for?"

Roach, how do I put this...you're Ghost's bitch now.

"Your fucking idiot! You didn't think one minute that I would see that she's fucking missing a finger when we find her? How could I want to fuck you?" His voice was nothing more than a furious growl. He sounded like a werewolf ready to attack.

"Eum Ghost, please don't talk about that now. Not when I'm 'round," Soap pleaded.

Awkward...

"Ghost, I…"

"Roach, just shut the fuck up okay?"

The Sergeant followed his lover's words.

"Okaaay. Drama's over? Good. Then I'll just keep reading." The Captain cleared his throat and kept reading where he had left off.

Why?

Roach and Ghost sat quiet while Soap red. But Gary's thoughts were some elsewhere. He watched his lieutenant through the corner of his eyes. He would have done anything to see the emotions in the face under that skull patterned mask, even though he might regret it afterwards. Ghost words still echoed inside his head. He knew those words had been honest. Did this mean the end of them?

I certainly hope so!

He damned himself for being so selfish and worrying about their relationship when Ghost's sister was dying somewhere and Simon was probably dying himself, not literally of course but on the inside.

But you have all your organs inside so if they die on the inside...aw forget it, this author obviously has no idea.

"So, what's the plan? We storm this place and see what we find?" It was Ghost's voice that shook him awake from his thoughts. Damn't I haven't heard a shit from the letter.

"Ghost, you do realize that this probably is a trap right?" Soap asked and leaned forward.

Yeah, AND? There have been plenty of MW missions when you've walked into a trap! Remember?

Roach stopped himself from asking: wait, what? What place? What trap? Asking those things would only make him look like a total idiot. Instead he listened carefully trying to understand the situation from what they said.

"Yes, but as you said Sir, it's all that we've got."

Soap shook his head. "Yes, that's why I've already made up a plan about this. We put out snipers round the house a few days before the meeting. They check for any unusual activity, which in this situation would be any activity at all. If they see anyone entering the place they'll report to us and the meeting is blown off."

Ghost raised a brow. "You think they'll plant a bomb?"

Since the bad guys are going to be inside, I don't think they're dumb enough to blow themselves up. However...

Soap mirrored Simon's action. "You don't?"

"Sir, if they want me so badly dead they wouldn't have wasted time kidnapping my sister and stuff, especially not when they knew where to find me. They could have just dropped a bomb here and the job would be done," Ghost answered simply.

Except that SAS airspace is probably one of the most well-monitored areas in the world!

"Yes, I know. But I don't want to take any chances. Anyway, let's say that there's no activity, then on the day of the meeting we send in a team that sweeps the area clean, taking as many hostages as possible. And then we make them talk."

Oh boy! Time to break the Geneva Conventions!

Now Roach couldn't have it anymore. "Okay guys sorry, but I wasn't listening before. What the hell is going on?" As foresaid both officers looked at him as if he was from the planet of Moron.

"I DON'T want to know what your thoughts were occupied with," Soap said and threw a quick glance at Ghost to show what he talked about. The blush that formed upon the young Sergeant's cheeks exposed how right the Captain was. "Anyway. In the letter there was a place written down, an old closed down factory in Russia, and a day and time. This Saturday 0900 Afghan time. But that's not all. The writer says that if you two alone walk into the factory an exchange will occur. The two of you against Ghost's sister."

Always with the Russians...why can't we just invent a new nation to fight? Or choose one that no one else suspects?

Roach raised both of his brows. "Wait what? Me? Why in God's name do they want me?"

Is he really that dumb?

Ghost snorted. "I asked myself the same question. Why would they want you?" Riley said the word 'you' like it was a filthy word.

Roach threw an angry glance at him. Right Ghost had a good reason to be angry at him but now he was just acting childish.

"Well since these mysterious people know so much about you Ghost they might know about you two as well," Soap suggested and looked at both of them one after one.

Oh I'm sure they're being together will in no way affect the plan that is about to be set in motion...Oh wait, YES IT WILL!

Ghost shook his head. "No way. No one knows about us except the three of us. That they would know is just simply impossible."

Soap sighed and leaned back into his chair. "Do you have any other idea? No, exactly. These people seem to have a grudge against you, they want to hurt you. So maybe they want Roach and Anna because these two are the ones you care the most for?"

So it's going to be a “choose 1” option?

Ghost shrugged his shoulders. "Well I don't care they can have him."

Roach felt how a cold shiver drowned him from the inside. Had he just said that? It was probably a joke, but he sure did sound honest.

Let's hope he was being honest.

Soap rolled his eyes. "You two act like my nephews right now….and they are five years old!"

Finally! Someone else notices!

Ghost sighed. "Sir, if I'm allowed to speak freely your plan sucks!"

Let's see you come up with a better one!

MacTavish turned his face towards Ghost with an irritated look upon his face. "No you're not supposed to speak freely, not when you're saying those kinds of things! You're hurting my feelings!" He joked.

And who's now acting like a child? Roach thought before he spoke. "Sir to be honest, I too think that your plan sucks."

Now the Captains glance was turned towards the Sergeant. "Really? What's wrong with it?"

You're forgetting all the MW elements that go into every mission like the dozens of bad-guy cannon fodder, slow-mo sequences, and QTE's.

"Well for a starters. They know we won't trust their letter. If we play along with what they want they'll drop their guard for a while, long enough for your team to take advantage of the element of surprise."

Soap rolled his eyes. "So you want to open fire at a house with two of our own soldiers inside? No way!"

Soap? MW is notorious for killing off faceless soldiers, don't break the system now!

"But what if they speak the truth? What if Anna really is inside?" Ghost asked worried.

"Believe me Ghost. She isn't, you of all people have enough experience with these kinds of people to know they never tell the truth. No they kidnapped her for another reason. They want her for something."

"How many men?" Roach asked scratching his head.

"He has no idea how many people they will be. I'm thinking twenty plus four snipers and helicopter crew. I would have wanted more though but that was all Price could give me. Six other teams are away that day, the hideout will be under manned."

"Who will I be leading?" Ghost asked.

Soap sighed. "No one."

"What?"

Good call, Soap.

"You won't be going Ghost. And neither will you Roach."

"WHAT?" Roach and Ghost screamed out in unison.

"You both are too unstable for this mission."

Thank you! At last we get a decent reality check!

"I'm not unstable!" Roach cried out rising up from his chair with anger in his eyes.

Oh, really?

"Roach, you didn't listen to a word I said before."

Roach had been too busy thinking about how he was going to do the “Suicide Bomb” with Ghost later.

Ghost shook his head. "Come on mate. Why did you call us in here if we weren't even going?"

"Because I want you to know about this before anyone else, after all this is about you. Anyway, now you know. If you excuse me I have a briefing to do with the rest of the Taskforce. You're both dismissed.

"This sucks," Roach muttered as he left the room.

My words exactly when I started reading this.

…

Sunday 0830

"May I sit down?"

Ghost didn't answer so Roach sighed heavily. "Dude we need to talk about this!" He lowered his voice and whispered: "I miss you."

We're going back to this AGAIN?

"You fucking betrayed me!" the lieutenant growled under his breath.

"No, I tried to protect you. I would never want to hurt you," Roach whispered those last words and stretched out his hand to touch his Lieutenant's shoulder.

"Don't touch me! Gary, you know I'm a grown man right? I fucking older than you! You don't have to protect me from ANYTHING!"

Yea he was totally furious.

Face it Roach, Ghost is not in the mood.

Roach sat down next to Ghost on the bench which made the older man move to the side a bit away from him. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

Ghost stretched his back and turned his face towards Roach. "Actually, yes, there might be," he said with a smile in his voice.

Oh boy, I don't like the sound of this…

…
Oh, shit...

"Damn't Ghost! Fuck! You're really enjoying this aren't you?" Roach screamed out between his cries of pain.

See Roach? Is really is possible to rape a man with a phone book.

Ghost laughed and nodded. "Oh yeah I am. Let me just finish off a round with my desert eagle too and all is forgiven. You want to have some real fun later? Now when almost everyone is away we don't have to be as quiet," he said and smiled widely. It was a smile Roach normally would have enjoyed seeing, but the bullet wounds that covered his body made it impossible to enjoy anything at all.

Wait, they're being kinky by shooting each other with guns? There's creepy and then there's THIS!

"Fuck you," he said which gained another laughter from Ghost.

"Oh no Bug, you know our rules. I'm on top," and with those words he loaded his mag fully with nine hard rubber bullets. He pulled back the slide and aimed at the lower part of Roach's abdomen. He pulled the trigger and the Sergeant let out another cry as the bullet dug a hole into the Sergeant's flesh.

CODE BLUE everyone! This is not good!

"Fuck you! You almost hit me…"

Even though the text JUST said the bullet HIT YOU!

"Yea I know," Ghost said with a laughter. "But believe me, if I would have wanted to hit your dick, I would have. I'm an excellent shot and you know it! By the way, you can consider yourself lucky that I'm turned on by you because if you had been somebody else….. I would totally have emptied the whole mag between your legs."

So Ghost is a mental mess over his kidnapped sister and suddenly he's OVER it? This guy is messed up!

Roach swallowed hard. Yea in that case he was absolutely happy over the fact that the Lieutenant had feelings for him. The Sergeant where bound by his hands and legs to the ground wearing nothing but boxers. His tears had dried on his cheeks by the sun making the skin chapped.

Roach, you got your ass into this situation, and now your ass will eventually get you out of it. Assuming you ate chili dogs prior to this.

Ghost raised his gun once more aiming at the Sergeant's well trained chest and fired seven bullets into the right side of the chest. The wounds were formed as a smiley. The Lieutenant let his arm fall to the side for a moment as he admired his work of art.

So Soap didn't get anyone to monitor these two? REALLY? What's keeping them from going out on the mission too? Obviously no one's keeping an eye on them!

Roach raised his head to see the bleeding painting in his skin. "You're so childish Ghost!"

"No. I'm an artist! So last bullet. Where do you want it?"

"Through my brain," Roach grunted. His body was going numb and the dreadful heat made him thirsty like never before.

"Nah, I actually was thinking about it but I'm not that much into necrophilia and I don't think this bullet even can go through your brain if I so tried. You're so thick headed. Nah I think I'll just put it there between the eyes of the smiley like one of those stupid laser dots from a sniper rifle they have in all action movies," he said as he lifted his gun for the last time and pulled the trigger.

"DAMN'T! Can you let me go now?"

See everyone? Roach got himself into this but now he wants out. This is what I like to call a “dumb-ass”.

After disinfecting all bullet wounds and patching them up Roach and Ghost headed to the Lieutenant's chamber. Roach had no idea why he wanted to sleep with that maniac after the fact that he had literally tortured him, but for some reason there was nowhere he'd rather be than between his superior's legs. Seriously if mum knew what I was thinking about she'd but me in a mental institution. I am the world's greatest perv.

I'd have to agree with your “mum”, you are in need of some mental therapy.

"Roach just to be clear, I don't love you. I could never do that. And you could never love me. Once this turns into love I'm out okay?"

Rejected! Smell that, Roach? That's FAILURE!

"Sir….can we please not talk about this while having sex?" Rouch cried out between his moans.

Oh you have got to be kidding!

"Because, I don't want to hate you and I don't want you to hate me…"

"Sir please, I could never hate you. Oh fuck! Jesus!"

"Yea they all say that. Now, time to do 'The Spocker'!"

"Damn't Ghost! Stop talking shit like that! Now is a bad timing for such!" Roach wasn't sure if Ghost even could her what he said through the heavy moans.

So they're arguing while getting freaky? WTF!?!?

"I'll just….wait…" Ghost stopped moving and lifted his glance from the naked body beneath him towards the door.

"What?"

"Shut up!... Do you hear guns firing?"

"Dude…we're on a military base!"

"Yea…. But do you also hear the 'we're under attack –alarm'?"

Really? SAS HQ is under attack? REALLY? We're supposed to believe that? Why not just feed us cow shit and tell us it's ice cream!

They both stayed silent for a while listening to the surroundings. A loud beeping sound echoed through the base.

"HOW THE FUCK COULD WE MISS THAT?" Roach yelled out and pushed Ghost of him as he rose up to grab his cloths. "You have any weapon in here?"

Ghost scratched his forehead as he pulled on his shirt. "Yea two Brownings in the top drawer next to my three-headed dildo with barbed wire wrapped around it."

Their part of the base looked quiet undamaged, the sound of guns seemed to come from the canteen.

When they cancel meat loaf day, shit get's bad!

"Dude, how awkward it had been if they entered the room when we you know…" Roach said and blushed at the thought.

"Fertilized?"

"I don't think you can say that when it's two guys. You know, none of us gets pregnant."

Ghost thought about it for a moment. "I've said that a lot of times about gay sex and God haven't struck me down for using the word wrong yet so I guess it's okay."

Um...guys? You're under attack!

Roach couldn't help but laugh at that. He had so missed Ghost's jokes.

"Anyway, I don't think it would have been awkward, they'd probably asked if they could join."

"Wow dude, that's just, that's just wrong man!"

Ghost laughed loudly and this time Roach actually could enjoy the sound even though their safe house where being invaded.

How clueless are these two?

"Okay, but jokes aside. We need to focus," Ghost said and had suddenly gotten his serious soldier voice.

"Yes Sir."

"You have no idea how sexy you sound when you say that," the Lieutenant said as he kicked up a door to check the room was safe.

Roach opened the Rec room and did the same. "I thought you said we should focus?"

Yeah, because somehow an SAS base is under attack...

Ghost backed out of the room and met Roach in the hall. "Well stop being so sexy then, you're giving me a hard job. Because you…"

PANG. The shot had come from nowhere. Ghost fell forwards to the ground as the bullet continued its way through the hallway after having pierced right through the Lieutenants right leg.

SHIT! Why can't bad guys aim for the head?

"Damn't," Roach swore under his breath, turned around and shot the stranger between the eyes before he grabbed hold of Ghost collar and pulled him into closest room, which happened to be a dorm.

"Where the fuck did he came from," Roach yelled out as he turned a bed over for protection. Sure the bed wouldn't stop a bullet but it would hide their exact position.

Gary dragged his bleeding superior behind the bed. He ripped the fabric of Ghost's trousers open so he could get a clear view to the wound. "Nah, it doesn't look that bad Sir. We just need to stop the bleeding and you'll be fine."

Really? What about nerve damage or loss of mobility?

Ghost rolled his eyes, it was first now I noticed he'd forgotten his shades, the mask was on but not the shades.

Roach heard footsteps from behind, he rouse up and shot the intruder just like his friend between his eyes.

"Mate, save the bullets! He didn't know that we was here!" Ghost complained with a tired voice. The blood loss was getting him.

"Dude, there is a bed turned over. That wouldn't look suspicious?" Roach said and ripped off a piece of fabric from the covers of the bed.

"Well, now there's a dead body in the doorway. THAT is suspicious!"

"Yea yea blah blah. Shut up now so I could save your life."

Where are your MW regen powers now?

"Another one," Ghost simply said and in the next second a bullet it the wall in front of me making splinters fly across the room. I turned around quickly and shot my third victim for the day.

Wait, is the author in this now?

"Well done, now I understand your plan. Your building a wall of corpses in the doorway making it impossible for the enemy to reach us. Smart," Ghost said sarcastically.

And if they choose to frag the room?

Roach felt the anger rise. "AND WHAT WOULD YOU WANT ME TO DO THEN?"

"Go."

"What?"

"Fucking leave Roach. I don't hear any gun shots any longer Roach do you? They're all dead. Every member of the Task Force still on this base is fucking dead but us. Leave before you join them!"

How do you know that?

Roach shook his head. "No way Ghost. I'm not leaving you here. I'll tell you what we'll do. I'll patch you up and then we will get out of here together," he tried to sound calm but the emotions running through him were just too much.

"I'm fucking shot in the leg! I can't walk and I can absolutely not run!" Ghost yelled out with a hoarse voice.

"You'll lean on me okay and we'll be fine."

Roach, if you've played MW3, moving an injured man doesn't end well.

"NO! Damn't. Sergeant Sanderson this is an order: take my gun and leave!"

Roach shook his head, tears forming in his eyes. "That's an order I refuse to obey."

Another bullet flew over his head. Roach turned around and shot. His eyes were so blurred with tears it took four bullets to take the man down. "Damn't empty on bullets. I can take your gun but I won't leave you."

I honestly do not care about these two assholes! Let them die here for all I care!

Ghost pulled up his Browning and handed it to Roach. "Thank," the Sergeant said and wiped away the tears with the sleeve of his jacket. "I need alcohol," he said and rouse.

"What for?"

"Disinfection you moron!" Roach answered as he searched through the drawers of the room. All he found was an army knife which he put in his pocket. As he turned around a man became visible in the doorway.

"There you are, I've been searching for you lads," the man said with a wide smile.

Roach was first shocked by the man talking instead of shooting but he quickly got over that feeling and shot at the man first bullet hit the doorway, second the man's shoulder making him fall to his knee and the third to his chest piercing his heart.

Bad-Guy FAIL!

"MATE, I TOLD YOU TO EASE ON THE BULLETS!" Ghost yelled at him from the floor.

Take the enemy guns!

"Sorry, I was caught off guard, I couldn't aim properly?" Roach ran over to his superior and started to tie the fabric strip hard round the Lieutenant's leg.

"Roach please leave now before it's too late! I can't let anything happen to you please I'm begging you."

Was that a tear in his eye?

"No. I'm done with your leg now come on get up." Roach rouse and before he knew it a terrible pain shot through his left arm making him fall to the ground. The sound of the gun firing came only a few Nano seconds after the bullet his but for Rouch it felt like minutes. He lifted the gun and fired without seeing his opponent. When something hit the ground he took it that he had hit his target.

See what happens when you argue for an eternity?

"Please Roach do as I say. Leave me and run! You can't have more than one or two bullets left."

Yea now he was definitely crying.

Roach crawled over to him and stared him right into the eyes. "No," he said with determination.

"Damn't, fucking leave! You don't understand! I CAN'T WATCH YOU DIE!...I LOVE YOU!"

Once again...cliche...

The world just stopped. And Roach starred into the Lieutenant without being able to say a world. His brain couldn't process what just had been said.

His brain can't process the need to escape for some reason.

"Ghost and Roach I presume? Okay boys get up and follow me, the boss is waiting," a female voice with a Russian accent shook him awake from his thoughts. He turned around and saw the most evil grin ever upon a beautiful face. He lifted his gun and pulled the trigger, no bullet left the muzzle. The woman let out a content laughter and started walking towards them.

See what happened when you don't use your opponent's gun?

Roach pulled out the knife from the pocket and started swinging it in the air as he grabbed hold of Ghost's hand with his free hand. "Stay the fuck away," he growled like an angry dog protecting its master.

"So the insect got some temper? How cute isn't that? Okay let's go," she said and took a few steps forward. It was enough.

I'm gonna cut that fucking smile off your face.

Roach threw himself forward and stabbed the woman until she law dead on the ground. His face were covered in blood.

Now we'll never know if she was the Baroness!

The next person who entered the room shot Roach in the shoulder making him fall to the ground. He tried to rise once more but his body refused.

He turned his head towards the Lieutenant who now had passed out due to the loss of blood. "I love you too," Roach whispered as he felt a tear leave his eyes. "I know you said you didn't need protection, but I'll protect you anyway. Until I die."

*YAWN*

As the stranger with the gun got closer Roach did what he could to fight him off with the knife but he was just too weak. The last thing he remembered was seeing the man's boot being lunged towards his face. And then darkness.

I don't know when next chapter will be uploaded...
Happy Easter folks if you now celebrates that otherwise I just wish you a happy week/weekend
And please, please, please, please, pleaseeeeee review because I feel like I'm loosing my drive to write on this. So please if anyone is reading this review
Oh well, anyway cheers!

OK, so let me get this straight, the SAS base that is supposedly in ENGLAND got attacked AND overrun by Russians? No one saw them before the attack? SAS intel fell asleep? This plot makes no sense whatsoever!

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Holy M15! Thank you all who reviewed, it really meens a lot, I don't think I deserve all that kindness! You guys/girls rock! You gave me inspiration to write this

Who in their right mind would WANT this to be written? It's a stupid story with a worthless plot! The whole fic is one giant plot hole! The author still has not even explained how Roach or Ghost are even alive in this thing!

And also, writing a chapter at one AM is not the best of ideas, I know I made like a thousands of mistakes more in the last chapter than I've done before, sorry about that. This chapter was (even though my previous mistake) also written at midnight so it probably contains more errors in the grammar than anything else...hehe...jup I suck.

Well, at least you finally admit it.

This chapter's song is "Andas genom mig" ("Breathe Through Me") by Uno Svenningsson.
Well that was about all, sorry for crappy English and crappy writing, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyways.

Who likes reading crappy writing? How could ANYONE enjoy this?

Chapter 9 - Breathe Through Me like a urine-soaked gas mask
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Någon vill se att du finns
Att du stannat kvar
Vad du än gör och vad du än tänker på
Var du än finns berätta hur du mår
Det finns alltid någon -tro det eller ej-
Som bara vill lyssna, bara vill finnas för dig
Hey, andas genom mig
Andas här med mig
Låt solen hitta dig
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Somebody wants to see that you is
That you stay
Whatever you do, whatever you think about
Wherever you are, tell me how you feel
There is always someone -believe it or not-
That only wants to listen, only wants to be for you
Hey, breathe through me
Breathe with me
Let the sun find you

...Pointless filler!

He slowly opened his eyes. The world was spinning and his head pulsated with pain. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

Wait, his blood tastes like metal? Is he a cyborg? If so, why was he programmed with pain receptors?

His hands were back bound to a chair making his shoulders and back ache. According to the level of pain he felt in his muscles he must have sat like this for about five to seven hours. Also his legs were bound to the chair. But the first real thought that crossed his mind had nothing to do with neither the pain nor the fact that he was a prisoner. No the first thought that crossed his mind was: Ghost. Where the hell are you man? If they've hurt you I swear to God I'll rip their hearts out!

When last we left him he WAS hurt! Did Roach forget already?

He moved a bit, trying to find a weak spot of the chair he could use to break free.

"Roach, is that you?" a voice Gary all too well recognized said with a careful tone.

Thank God he's still alive! Roach even let out a sigh of relief upon hearing his lover's voice.

OK, author, knock it off!

"Yes it's me. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Better than fine actually and that totally creeps me out. They put me into a robot body and it feels GREAT! Now I feel like exterminating the human race!"

Roach wrinkled his forehead. "What are you talking about?"

"They fixed my leg by amputating it and putting on a cyber one. They bloody patched it up and stuff."

"What? Why?" It was first then he noticed it. Fucking hell, my shoulder. The pain wasn't half as bad as it had been before. He could feel that they had fixed the bullet wound.

That or maybe it was their MW regen powers coming back.

"I don't know. Probably because they want to keep me alive. They want us for something you know. I've thought about it while you were out. Mate, that letter was written by some clever asses that have access to the Task Force computer system. They knew that that day would be perfect for an attack. They knew that if they could just get a dozen more soldiers to leave the base it would be undermanned making it simple for them to break in and get us."

Too bad they never told us where the base was! For all the readers know, the base was still in England! How can an SAS base there get attacked so easily?

Roach shook his head but stopped directly at the pain that struck through his neck. "Dude that sounds wicked!"

“Wicked”? That's the best word you can come up with?

"I know but think about it. Isn't it strange that the whole base was brutally murdered in just a few seconds but you alone managed to hold them back until you had no more bullets and not even then they killed you."

Let me guess...SAS budget cuts?

"Well yeah. And not only that, I was a horrible soldier. Seriously they could have taken me out directly, but they didn't. It was as if they let me kill them. Who the hell does that?"

Someone who's a really bad shot?

"I don't know, but do you remember that they talked to you. They told us to come with them."

"Yeah, the question now is who are they?"

Look to see if their logo is a Cobra.

"Well I never suspected you to be smart enough to figure that one out," a female voice suddenly said with a Russian accent, making both Ghost and Roach jump of shock. "After all, you couldn't figure out that the one who constructed your computer system is now working for another team."

So they bought Russian computers? Did no one see the need for a different type when the events of MW2 happened?

"So that's how you got all information," Ghost sighed feeling stupid.

Something gnawed in the back of Roach's head, he recognized that voice. But the question was wherefrom.

"What do you want from us? Why did you kidnap my sister?" Ghost growled out like an angry dog.

"Well, first my idea was to kidnap every member of both of your family, lock them up in a room and burn them all to ashes as you did with my family. But your governments have done a good job hiding your families so the plans changed." The voice was soulless and cruel.

Let me get this straight, instead of paying attention to WWIII, you want to troll 2 SAS guys who are supposed to be DEAD? No evil genius would back this plan of yours! I thought evil plans included spreading chaos and stuff.

"What are you…" Ghost started but was interrupted by Roach.

"Wait…I know who you are. You're that woman aren't you? The woman from the Red Mask, right? The one from the conference room who left that folder?"

So she's the Red Mask? I guess Black Mask from the Batman series has a sister?

The woman let out a loud but heartless laughter. "Finally! What made you realize that?"

Roach rolled his eyes irritated. "Your voice, I remember it. And the fact you're wearing a mask that is colored red."

"Nice work Insect, or do you prefer Gary?"

Roach snorted, he knew the consequences of what he was going to say would be horrible but he just had to say it. "I would prefer cutting you up and feed your heart to the wolves."

Oh sure, that will help you loads...

She didn't answer. A few seconds of silence passed before Roach suddenly felt a hand grab hold of his collar and pulled with an explosive force. Roach felt how his whole body twitched forward and then fell right down to the floor. His knees hit the concrete floor hard and his throat hit the edge of a big bucket with water making him cough in pain. He tried to get up but the chair, which was just as tightly bound to his back as before made it impossible.

"Roach, are you okay?" The concern was obvious in his voice.

Gary was just about to answer "yeah, I'm fine" when two hands was placed on top of his head.

"Hope you can breathe under water," the woman said in her thick Russian accent and then she pushed.

So much for my Baroness theory...

The emotions completely exploded into an ocean of panic as his face was pushed down into the water. He tried to twitch his head to the side for air but the woman was far more stronger than she looked.

So now she must be a Russian super-soldier with enhanced abilities. Way to go for something original, author.

Somewhere over the surface he could hear Ghost yell something but he couldn't make out the words, probably because the sound of his own beating heart blocked it out.

He then saw “Press X to resist” appear before his eyes.

He tried to keep his breath but after a while his lungs screamed for air. The pain stabbed in his neck as he in pure desperation tried to fight himself free, even though he knew he had no chance with his hands back bound.

Then he felt how the woman lifted his head up from the water, which was strange because his face was still surrounded by water and he still couldn't breathe. He was still drowning.

Gravity-defying water?

He opened his mouth, desperately trying to get in some air, but nothing came between his lips but carbon oxide and water drops.

Oh, great! Roach has now forgotten how to breathe! How is he SAS?

He became weaker and weaker; he had no more power to keep fighting. With crying eyes he prepared himself to die. In his mind the smell off Simon's hair appeared, the taste of the Lieutenants lips filled his mouth and he could see that beautiful smiling face before him. I love you.

I thought SAS people would be tougher, BUT remember, he should be unfit for duty so don't say I didn't warn them.

The bag was pulled off his head and with aching lungs he inhaled as much air that was physically possible.

"Roach, Roach, you okay mate?"

Gary couldn't help but let out a laughter through his coughs and hyperventilation. He probably sounded like some sick, masochistic sociopath but he couldn't help it. He just found Ghost's comment so funny. He had just been close to death and the Lieutenant said 'you okay mate?' as if Roach just had eaten something extremely strong and coughed due to that.

"Haven't been better," he answered when he was done laughing.

OK, that's it. Roach has officially lost his mind!

The woman lifted the chair and him making it possible for Roach to look around in the room. But his glance went stuck on the woman.

She was completely destroyed. It was as if someone had poured burning oil all over her body. Her hair had been burnt of her head. Where her ears once had been there were now barely holes. Her skin was pink and blood ran out from deeper flesh wounds in her face. The eyes were barely visible under all the blisters in her face. Her lips were completely gone and her nose looked like the one on Ghost's balaclava. And the worst part was that Roach knew he had done this to her. No wonder she was pissed. Guilt rose inside him.

So Roach stabbed her IN THE FACE multiple times and didn't hit anything vital? HOW? Is her skull reinforced?

When you do a mission you don't think about who the victim is. You tell yourself it's an evil bastard, a psychopathic terrorist who eats children for dinner. But you almost never give the victim a name or a face. That Valentine's Day neither Ghost nor Roach had thought about the fact that there were real people inside the building, real human beings with family, friends and faces.

But Activision and Treyarch don't want their players to think like that, author! Once again, you're besmirching the name of the MW series.

But now he sat there, starring right into the face of his victim. He had burnt her alive, and had she said her family too? Had her family been inside the building? He thought about his family. His mother, father and little brother, the thought of losing them in an explosion like that…it was horrible. Sure, she was a terrorist, but no one deserved that, no one.

Now he grows a conscience? Seriously! He's killed how many faceless enemies and NOW he feels guilt? What kind of soldier is he? This is MW FFS!

"So cockroaches are bad at keeping their breaths? I gotta write that one down," the woman said and twisted what was left of the skin over her mouth into a grimace, which reminded slightly of the Joker.

The Joker then entered the room. “Leave me out of this, fool or I'll mess up that face even more!” He then hit the woman in the face with an iodine-laced pie before running off laughing.

Roach sighed and turned his face towards Ghost. He was bound the same way to a chair with a bag over his face. There was a big bucket with water in front of the Lieutenant just as Roach had.

"Can you take of his bag?"

Why not say “please” while you're at it! I'm sure they'll listen to you...NOT!

The woman laughed her soulless laughter once more. "Really? You don't want to know if ghosts can swim?"

Roach shook his head, ignoring the pain in his neck. "No, I absolutely don't."

"Hmmm, you're sure? Because I'm kind of curious," the woman said with a wider grimace and took a few steps towards Ghost without dropping her glance from Roach.

"Listen you bitch! If you so much as pull a hair from his head I swear I'll burn down what's fucking left of you!" All the guilt was like flown away from him as she approached his lover. It didn't matter how sorry he felt for her because when something threatened Ghost he would bite like an angry Pit bull.

Roach, you couldn't kill her before, what makes you think you can do it now?

The woman stopped in her steps and turned towards him. "Wow, the bug bites. Well, we all know what people do with annoying insects." She walked over to Roach, bent down and whispered in his ear: "they crush them."

With an unbelievable force she hit him right in the face sending his head backwards like a thrown glove. When he raised his head he knew he had completely broken the nose this time. The blood and bone fragments in his nose made it impossible for him to breathe through anything else than his mouth which also started to get soaked in blood. He leaned his face to the side and spit out the red liquid.

"Is that the best you can do bitch?"

I'm guessing no.

The woman laughed at him. "I've got a baseball bat in the corner if you'd like me to introduce you to some real pain. Or, I could burn your face up, like you did to me…. Bug."

Roach lifted his head up, trying to sound braver than he felt. "Try me."

She will, Roach, regardless of what you say. Wonder if Soap heard about the base attack and now just doesn't care.

The woman gave him one more smile and went over to the corner of the room, where the said baseball bat was placed.

"Roach, what are you doing?" Ghost whispered to him.

"Keeping her away from you."

"You're such a moron! It's only waterboarding, I've been through worse!"

"Like?"

Ghost: Being with you, for one thing.

"Like being tied upside down for hours, being given extreme electrical shocks and listening to you being tortured right now."

"Dude, you tortured me, remember?" Roach said and spit out a new wave of blood.

"That's not the same thing mate. I was pissed at you," he lowered his voice to make sure the woman couldn't hear as he said: "and by the way, me hurting you kind of turns me on sometimes."

Um...

Roach let out a small laughter. "You're such a pervert. I didn't know you had a sadistic fetish!"

You know that woman is still there, right? These two forget everything!

"Ah, what can I say, you're sexy when you're begging me for mercy." This time Ghost voice was so low Roach almost couldn't hear it. But it was loud enough and hearing Simon say those words made Roach blush like a school girl.

"What are you boyz talking about?" the woman said teasingly as she walked up towards Roach and swung her bat playfully.

"About puppies and candy land." Roach could hear the smile upon Ghost's face and imagined the beautiful look of it as the woman swung the bat towards his left leg making it crack. Gary let out a loud painful screamed that echoed through the empty dark concrete room.

And no miraculous healing powers to help them now?

"Damn't that's enough, he's had enough!" Ghost cried out, the smile in his voice was long gone.

The woman lowered her bat and turned towards the Lieutenant. "You want to take his place?"

"Bring it on sweetheart!"

She giggled a bit at that comment. "Really?" She walked over to Ghost once more. Roach tried to protest but the pain in his broken leg and nose stopped him for the moment.

Roach, I hate to bring this up now...but it's your fault you got captured...just wanted to let you know.

The woman reached out her hand and pulled the bag off of Ghost. He shook his head trying to wake his head up for the sudden ability to see. He met her glance but didn't flinch to her face. Instead his eyes moved directly over to Roach. His eyes widened to the look of all the damage the woman had done to him.

"Oh bitch, you're so dead!" His anger rose inside him and when his glance once more hit hers his eyes were burning with fury. "You hear that? You're fucking dead!"

She smiled her grimace at him content. "You really think you can hurt me? Really? Well I'm going to enjoy watching that string of hope inside you fade. And I'm going to enjoy the look upon your face when you watch your sister die."

We are seriously stalling for time! This is not drama, this is just boring! Just skip ahead to the rescue part and save us the trouble of reading all this BS to get to it. I know it's going to happen!

"FUCK YOU!" Ghost screamed out as every muscle in his body tensed. "If you hurt her again, or him I swear to God…"

"You swear what? What? To yell some stupid violations at me? How cute, that's exactly what your sister did…before we drained her from her blood."

Wow, so they liquified Ghost's sister and then separated her from the blood? Now THAT'S evil!

Roach just wanted to beat that slug smile out of her face and he couldn't even imagine what Ghost wanted to do.

"You did what? YOU SICK BASTARD! Where is she?"

Probably in a beaker if the liquified her.

"Take it easy Simon, you'll meet her. When I'm done with you two," she said and once more swung the bat in the air to prove her point.

"Remember what I said: if you as much as pull a hair off his head I'll kill you," Roach growled out under his pain.

Yes, we know, Roach, now STFU!

The woman sighed. "What's up with you two huh? Sacrificing yourselves for the other one? I heard you Roach wouldn't leave your Lieutenant's side during my little invasion. I mean sure, they had strict orders to not kill you but you couldn't have known that. And don't give me that oh we're brothers in arms, we watch each other's backs –shit, because I just don't believe in that. This is something else."

I believe it's called “stupidity”.

Ghost and Roach swapped glances with each other, they had no idea what to answer or if they simply just should shut up.

But the woman noticed these glances and recognized the emotions in them. "Oh I see. Mr. Poltergeist has a thing for insects! Well it changed the whole thing, this is going to be so much better than I imagined! So much…funnier!"

Hearing this, Joker came back into the room, threw a gallon of lemon juice onto the woman's face and then showed her how a real psychopath laughed.

Dun dun duuuun!

Quit trying, author. This fic is nothing but fail from beginning to whenever this is going to end.

Please keep reviewing! I need you guys, really or else (as said before) I'll only loose my interest in keeping writing on this...
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Here's an idea, turn down the “suck” dial!

[SM2142]

Thank you Nioba, FirstNobody, MacRoach and Ghost For The Win for your amazing reviews, I seriously don't know what I would do without you. You all are just so mush more than awesome. This chapter is written for you!

So they need a reality check too? You're not making this easy for me, author...

This chapter's song is "Some Die Young" by the amazing singer Laleh.

I don't know where the limit between T and M lies. I mean I'm under 18 and I wrote it... O.o This chapter contains a lot of torture so it might be labeled M... but ahhh I don't know. I warned you okay?

Your warnings are useless! We all know what's coming up: Torture scene + useless filler and crappy dialogue = YOU SUCK AS A WRITER!

Sorry for crappy English and bad writing.
Please enjoy!

Chapter 10 - Some Die Young if they listen to emo music

That I've always felt the feeling we would die young
Some die young.
But you better hold on,
So many things I need to say to you
Please don't, don't let me go
And we said we would die together
Some die young
…OK good, another short one.

Soap looked upon the destruction. His eyes wouldn't believe what he saw. Dead soldiers filled the hallways, there was blood everywhere. He had known every single one of those soldiers, they were all his brothers.

I need to call bullshit on that one. Activision sends about as many guys from your side to their deaths as the enemy side. You don't get attached to them at all because the game conditions you to NOT CARE. Why would Soap start caring now?

He wasn't the crying type, never was never would be. His eyes were filled with shock but dry as the desert. People may see him as soulless, without emotions or empathy and that wasn't strange. After all they couldn't see all that pain he caged inside him. They couldn't see the tears behind his eyes.

"Sir, Ghost and Roach are missing leave the brooding to Dom, OK?" Marcus Fenix said coming up from behind.

MacTavish snapped out of his thoughts and turned around. "What? Are you sure?" Soap managed to tame his voice into the severe Captain tone even though he felt like a total wreckage.

"Positive Sir. The paramedics have identified every Task Force victim and neither Ghost nor Roach was among them. We've searched through the whole base and couldn't find them had to ID some of them from only their dental records, but still...Sir."

Soap scratched his forehead feeling how his heartbeats quickened, but he managed to keep his appearance calm. "They've probably sought shelter in the mountains, they'll be back soon."

Just because you drug Roach up there in the Cliffhanger mission doesn't mean he's fit to be up there with Ghost. You had to keep him from falling, remember?

Marcus Fenix shook his head. "Sir, both you and me know that Ghost and Roach would rather prefer death to flight, especially when their comrades needed them because my game is so much better." The Staff Sergeant was worried, it was easy to tell. Fenix, or Andrei Marcus as his real name was had perfect English pronunciation but when he became worried or nervous his English were mixed with a heavy Russian Seran accent.

Soap knew that Fenix had a point, but there was no idea to worry right now, they had to take care of the casualties and search through the area properly before they could turn their concentration towards the missing soldiers. "I know the MW series is just the same game with different packaging, Sergeant."

…

The door suddenly opened and two men entered, dragging a body between them. Roach couldn't tell from his distance if the woman was alive or not. Judging by how her body hanged like a towel in their arms he would guess the latter one.


"Anna!" Ghost cried out as he immediately recognized the poor woman.

A weak, barely hearable whisper came out of the woman's mouth. Both Ghost and Roach closed their eyes in relief upon hearing a sign that she still was alive.

That or it was her final breath escaping.

The two men pushed her into a chair in front of Ghost and tied her to it. Roach didn't know if they tied her to make sure she didn't run or simply to make sure she didn't fall down to the floor.

She looked horrible, more like ghost than Ghost himself did. Her skin where sickly pale and blue. You could see every bone in her body, she was like a stick man. Her eyes were sunken in and lifeless. Her lips were chapped and blue. The once long, playful dark hair now hung down her skeleton face like spaghetti. She wore a black chemise that once had sat tightly round her body but now hung like it was ten sizes too big. Her jeans were torn and also they were too big for her figure. The scars on her arms were signs of torture. She was dancing on the edge to death.

Wait, how long has she been captured? According to this author it could have been about 2 days. She wasted away THAT fast?

"Anna?" Ghost said again, this time with a low unsecured voice. It hurt in Roach heart hearing Simon that hurt.

And it hurts just reading this shit!

Anna opened her mouth again, once again nothing more than a whisper left her lips.

"Sis' what have they done to you?" Tears started to form in the Lieutenant's eyes.

"Ghost, let her rest in peace, she's too far gone," Roach said throwing his glances from Anna to Simon.

"Damn't," Ghost swore out with all his emotions not visible in his face.

Roach wanted nothing more than to walk over to him, take him in his arms and hold him close. He would take any physical pain over seeing his lover in that state.

Does he have to get shot by rubber bullets again to bring him back to reality?

He opened his mouth to say something, anything when Anna's low, hoarse voice interrupted him.

"I knew you would come Simon, you stupid wanker! Now we're both going to die!"

Oh, what optimism!

Ghost let out a small laughter. "Well if it's to any consolation, we were kidnapped too."

"Oh yeah, that makes everything so much better. So do you super, elite soldiers got an awesome plan on how to get out of here?" Her voice was so weak the two men had to concentrate completely on her voice to make out what she was saying.

To put in plainly, no, there is no plan.

"Well, the bug over here's got a broken leg and I don't know if I can walk on my right leg… so, we'll have to find a way to crawl out of here."

"The bug?"

"Yeah, that's him over there, Roach. He's my mate."

Anna sighed. "Always joking away serious situation, that's so typical you Simon."

Um, Anna? Not 10 seconds ago you were pissed at Ghost but now, after basically finding out there is NO plan of escape and that you're probably going to bite the big one fairly soon, you respond like THAT? How is any person reading this supposed to like it?

"Tell me about it. And he thinks we don't noticed how terrified he is," Roach responded and threw a teasing smile at Ghost.

"Aww, don't say that Gay-boy, you should have seen your face during my gun practice a few days ago!"

Roach raised his brow and snorted. "You mean when you tied me to the ground and shot at me?"

"Sweet times," Ghost answered with a dreamy smile.

"Dude, I could have lost an eye!"

You see, folks? They all just forget their predicament and just go into these long bouts of filler dialogue! This is not a story! It's like watching an aging couple argue over room temperature!

"Oh come on you deserved it!"

"Deserved it? I tried to protect you and what did I get for that? A FUCKING SMILEY CARVED INTO MY FLESH WITH BULLETS!"

Ghost laughed that laughter Roach loved with all his heart. "THAT is still a work of art! I mean you love that romantic crap, now you'll always have a part of me attached to you," he said with a wink.

"Wait, wait lads… Have I missed something here?"

Ghost and Roach dropped their glances from each other and looked back at Anna.

Unbelievable...just...I don't know how this can get any worse...please have someone killed off!

They opened their mouths not knowing what to say as the door once more opened and the Russian woman stepped in with a cart in front of her. She had a smirk upon her face as she loudly sung the lyrics of "Why, Soldiers, Why?"

That's the best tune you can have her sing? Come on! She's Russian for crying out loud! Have her humming the Soviet National Anthem or something!

"How stands the glass around? For shame you take no care, my boys." She stopped in front of Ghost and pulled of the cloth from the cart, revealing the objects on it. Roach hold his breath. No you bitch! YOU WOULDN'T DARE!

Roach, trust me, she'll dare, and that's the truth.

"How stands the glass around? Let wine and mirth abound," she pulled up a huge knife and carefully stroked her finger along the blade making sure it was sharp enough. The smile upon her face proved so.

If she can smile after what happened to her face, that is.

"The trumpet sound, the colors they do fly my boys." She raised the knife high up in the air and then threw her arm in all strength towards Ghost, stabbing him in his thigh.

Um...did she miss her intended target?

The Lieutenant held back a scream but the expression in his face showed just enough how painful it was.

"To fight, kill or wound: as you would be found." The woman smiled again and turned towards the cart.

"Fuck, I told you not to hurt him you bitch!" Roach cried out looking away from his lover, trying to shut out what was happening.

If these two were anything like the real Roach and Ghost they wouldn't be in this situation! By the way, author, still wondering on how the hell they didn't get burned. Still no explanation?

"Contented with hard fare, my boys on the cold ground." She lit a candle and watched the stearin melt with a slug smile.

Wait, slugs can smile?

"O why, soldiers why? O why should we be melancholy boys?" She picked up the candle and walked over to Ghost. He met her glance with fury and pain in his eyes.

"Give me your best shot whore," he said through his aggressive breathing.

"O why soldiers why? Whose bus'ness is to die," with a wide smile she tipped the candle tothe side and let the melted stearin fall into the open wound in his leg. This time Ghost couldn't hold back. He let out a big growl of pain and his neck twitched.

Anna tried to scream out for the woman to stop but her voice was far too weak.

Roach felt how a tear left his eye. It didn't matter how hard he closed his eyes because he couldn't shut the sound out. "Please, stop it!"

Really? Now we're asking nicely? Enough of this! Just kill off whoever's going to die and then let's wrap this story up!

"What? Sighing? Fye! Drink on, drown fear, be jolly boys." She put the candle back on the table and lifted a strange looking object. It was a metal stick with two sharp spikes in each end. In the middle of the object a rope was attached.

She turned around once more and walked over to Ghost.

"Tis he, you or I, wet, hot, cold or dry. We're always bound to follow boys." She grabbed hold of Simon's chin and lifted it up. Then she put the object between his chin and chest and tied the rope round his throat.

Ghost tried to lower his head but as he did the spikes of the object started to dig into the skin of his chest and chin.

"And scorn to fly," she kept singing as she walked over to the cart and picked up a knuckle-duster. She turned around and walked over to Roach. Ghost tried to follow her movement but the metal thing attached to his throat hindered him.

Still the pointless filler drags on...this fic never held my interest for more than a letter...

Gary opened his eyes and looked at the woman with fear in his eyes, but also relief. He was relieved that she was done with Ghost.

Roach can't guess he's next?

"Tis but vain. I mean not to upbraid you boys." She put the brass knuckles on her right hand and then lunged it at Roach face.

A wave of blood, saliva and teeth flew out of the Sergeant's mouth as his head was thrown to the side.

"Tis but vain. For a soldier to complain."

As Roach slowly lifted his bloody, aching face up he realized he couldn't see with his left eye. It was blood filled, that he knew, but he couldn't even see the blood. He let out a groan of pain as it came up to him how much it actually hurt.

"Should next campaign send us to him that made us boys…"

"You fucking…" Ghost growled out in total fury but stopped immediately.

Everyone's glance in the room was turned towards Ghost. Silence fell, even the woman's singing stopped.

So those two words made her stop? This fic just keeps making no sense at all...

The spikes of the metal object had dug right into his jaw and chest. Blood dripped out between the nails but also from his slightly open mouth. He stared right into the air, trying to control the pain, trying not to move a muscle. Because if he so much as breathed the spikes would dig even further in.

"Ghost?" Roach voice was corrupted with both his own pain and the worry towards his Lieutenant.

Simon met Gary's glance in the corner of his eye but made sure not to move anything else than his eyeballs.

The amount of blood that run out from his mouth were increasing. Roach knew a lot of that blood took the other way and run down inside his throat. He didn't understand how Simon could be so still, a normal person would start coughing like a maniac if blood came down their gullet, but after all Ghost wasn't like everyone else.

Roach blinked away the tears and blood in his eyes and turned towards the woman. "Help him damn't!"

And then the woman burst out in a huge laughter.

It's funny because she's the antagonist, right? Because I'm not laughing.

Gary just stare at her with wide open eyes in total shock. He had never seen anything like it. That look in her face, it was pure evil.

Then once more the woman lunged her fist at Roach while starting singing again.

Well, that was pointless.

"We're free from pain. But should we remain. A bottle and kind landlady cures all again."

…

"What do we got Soap?" Price asked as he entered the Captain's office.

I can't even imagine Price asking that...

"The medics find a tattoo on one of the enemy victim's arm."

"And?"

"It was a red theatrical mesh Sir," Soap sighed and pulled his hand through his Mohawk.

I wouldn't call it a mohawk, it's not tall enough. Maybe “Skunk Stripe” or “Turok”?

Price sunk into the chair. "The Red Mask? Damn't. So there was survivors from the explosion? Well that explains why they wanted Roach and Ghost. Do we have any idea where they might be?"

Oh I'm sure the bad guys left an unfolded map in your base somewhere with their HQ circled in red crayon labeled, “BAD GUYS ARE HERE!”

"The leader of the group is a woman called Vesna Mihailova, well known as a strong, violent woman who's hard to kill. I would guess she's behind all this. I've put a few men on trying to dig up different safe houses she's known to use. But I tell, this aint gonna to be simple. I know her kind, she's just like Ghost. And we all know how that it's pretty much impossible to find him when he doesn't want to be found."

Apparently she can withstand being stabbed in the face multiple times. Seriously, how the hell does one survive that?

Price sighed. "I know. But Ghost and Roach are tough. They didn't get their names for nothing. If anyone can make it through this, it's them."

Really, Price? If only you could hear their pansy screams of agony.

…

The woman finally pulled out the spikes from Ghost revealing the open wound right into his mouth and the broken rib. She patched the wounds up, probably only to prevent him from dying too soon. After all that she tied the metal object to his throat again.

"It's a Heretic Fork, used as the name suggest against Heretics, often by the Catholic Church. One of my favorite objects of torture actually, it's so simple but got everything. The person can't move his or her head, which causes great pain in the neck and back. And then we have the horrific pain when those nails slowly dig into your flesh. It also prevents the victim from eating or sleeping, which is torture only by itself. What is it they say eleven days without sleep or any kind of energy drug and you're dead? Without food and water you survive about ten days. How long do you think you'll make it Lieutenant?" she said with a giggle and walked back to the cart.

Rule of 3's, lady. You die in 3 days without water, 3 weeks without food (on average).

"No suggestion? How about you Sergeant? How long do you think your boyfriend will live?" She turned her face to give Roach a teasing smile.

"Long enough to see you dead, that's for sure."

…

Why all the “...”? Sooner or later we'll have a commercial break or something!

The weeks passed by, each day their hopes of ever surviving that hell faded more and more. They had all reach the point where they knew they were far to injured to be able to survive this without a miracle.

REALLY? The Taskforce from MW can get into 5 different battles in less than a week, but they can't locate 2 missing guys in a matter of WEEKS? I swear, intelligence has to be doing NOTHING! Were the budget cuts that bad? Price is probably out there with two cups on a string and a dowsing rod trying to locate them.

The woman had taken of the Heretic Fork a few days after she had put it on just because she wanted him to live just a bit longer. Him starving to death or dying of exhauster was simply not entertaining enough for the Russian woman.

“Exhauster”?

"Dude we got to have a name for her," Roach said after a few silent hours.

Ghost lifted his tired glance from the ground and looked at Roach. "What about 'Hag'?"

It took them weeks to think of a name for her? No thoughts of possible escape? “Feign Death Pills”? NOTHING? These two are useless!

Gary smiled lovingly at his superior. They were probably days from dying and the Lieutenant hadn't lost his sense of humor. Roach really loved that about him. "I was thinking more about a real name."

"Vesna," Anna whispered and tilted her head back a bit watching her brother and Roach.

Ghost raised his brow. "Vespa? Now THAT is a bad name. I think Hag is more fitting."

"No you twat! VESNA! That's her name, I heard one of the guards say it." Anna was far from good, but at least she had managed to gather enough strength to talk now when the torture was aimed towards Roach and Ghost.

How is she still alive? She's probably a skeleton propped up in a chair with a string to make her mouth move!

"Oh….I still think it's better with Hag," Ghost muttered and lowered his head.

Roach smiled even wider and moved a bit in the chair, trying to find a more comfortable position. He grunted at the pain that shot through his body at the movement.

Simon snatched his head up quickly and looked at Roach. "How are you doing?"

Does he REALLY have to ask that?

Roach smiled fondly and met Ghost glance. Gary's face was so beaten up that his eyes barely could see anymore. "I'm fine, the question is how you are doing?"

"Yes sweetheart I'm doing well." Ghost threw a wry smile at his subordinate. Both of them longed till the day their skin could meet again.

REALLY? Their at death's door and all they can think about is who's going to lube up the dildo first?

"Okaaay, we really do need to talk about this subject now. You two have been avoiding it for days!"

Roach and Ghost dropped the glances from each other and looked at Anna. "What subject?" Ghost asked with a wrinkled forehead.

Anna sighed tiredly. "You two doing it in the pooper!"

"Us two….Ah….oh," Ghost said and lowered his glance.

Did he blush? Oh my God! Never for as long as Roach had known the Lieutenant had he seen him blush. He didn't know if Ghost was even able to blush. And of course he wasn't sure if he saw what he thought he saw, his sight was after all worthless at the moment.

"Are you two like a couple or what?"

Ghost sighed heavily. "Anna please! The term is 'Butt-Buddies'!"

"No I want to know! You are my big brother, I have the right to know!"

Ghost sighed again and sunk deeper into the chair as an attempt to disappear. "Roach explain while I sit here and do nothing."

Gary raised his brow. "ME? Dude I'm as confused about this as she is! First you say you like me, then you say that you hate me and then you explain to me that you could never love me and just e few minutes later you scream out that you love me. How should I know what's going on between us?"

Anna raised a brow. "You love him?"

"What? No! Yes! No! I don't know just shut your cake hole, both of you!" Roach couldn't really say if Ghost sounded irritated or confused, but it probably was a mixture.

… (Ghost's pov)

Yeah, thanks for the heads-up, author, it's pointless, but thanks anyway.

Five hours later two men entered the room and pulled Roach (in the chair) over right next to Anna so Ghost could look at them both in the same time. Right after that Vesna entered the room with a Beretta M9 in her holster. She had a slug smile on her face that brought an uncomfortable feeling to the three prisoners.

Again with the slug smile!

"So, Ghost," Vesna said and stood right next to the Lieutenant. "If I'm not mistaken, here we have them, the two that means the most to you in this world, right?"

Ghost swallowed and moved his glance from Anna to Roach. Gary's face was totally destroyed, it was swollen and bloody but for Simon it didn't change anything. The Sergeant was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "Yes," he answered without letting go of Roach's lips with his eyes.

"Good, now you have to choose who you love the most and who you would let die," she said nonchalant and pulled up her gun.

AT-FUCKING-LAST! Please kill someone!

Ghost tore his eyes away from Roach and looked up at Vesna in shock. "What?"

"I'm gonna kill one of them, you tell me who it will be."

Just one? Grow a pair and shoot them both!

"No, no please. Don't make me do this," he begged feeling how his eyes because blurry with tears.

"You have one minute, one minute to decide or I'll shoot them both. The clock starts now."

Just count to 3 and then shoot both anyway! You'll find it works much better.

Ghost shook his head. "Hag," he whispered and turned his glance towards Anna. She looked at him confident with no fear in her eyes because she knew. She knew who he was going to choose, who he had to choose. Because he was just like their father, he had the same warrior soul, the same violent character and most importantly the same values: family comes first.

A tear fell down his cheeks as he turned towards Roach to mouth out "sorry" just to notice the man had his eyes shut. The younger man was shaking and his lips moved in a silent prayer fore also he knew. Roach knew all too well who Ghost was going to choose and now he prayed for the Lord his savior to prepare a place for him in heaven.

I bet Roach regrets EVERYTHING right now...

Ghost himself didn't believe in heaven or hell, reincarnation or anything else for that matter. Dead is dead, it's the hard truth. And that made it so much harder for him to say his decision. He knew he would never touch that honey brown hair again, caress that skin, kiss those lips or stare into those brown eyes again. And that hurt more than anything else. But he also knew it had to be done.

Roach I love you, I truly do. But I have to do this.

He cleaned his throat but didn't find it easier to speak. "Roach."

Is Ghost defaulting to the “Bros before hoes” rule?

"What?" Vesna asked with a teasing tone in her voice.

"I said Roach."

"What about him?"

Ghost looked up at her with hatred in his eyes, she smiled at him.

You want me to say it don't you. Oh you are one sick bastard!

"Kill him."

"Kill who?"

Look, lady, he said kill HIM so he can't mean his sister, you idiot!

Ghost licked his lip and closed his eyes desperately trying to push away the tears that fell one by one down his face. He knew what she wanted him to say but he wasn't sure if he could. It was like giving her an order, an order to kill his love. He swallowed hard, gathered courage and then he said it. "Kill Roach."

"As you wish," Vesna said smiling.

Ghost kept his eyes shut, he just couldn't watch it. It was too horrible.

He heard how she walked away from him over to Roach's position.

There was a few seconds of silence, Ghost visualized how Hag lifted the pistol and put the muzzle against Roach beautiful face. He tried to shake the picture away but it was impossible.

Then the sudden sound of a gunshot echoed through the room, followed by total silence.

Finally! Oh I hope someone died!

It will probably take a while till I upload next time, the computer is going to get some updates and shit so I wont get it back for a while. Just so you know.
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And feel free to PM me if you have some good ideas for this story.
Cheers.

Here's an idea, just stop writing and find a better way to spend your time, you sick bastard!

[SM2142]

Yeah, as you've probably figured out I've got my computer back and am ready to start writing again. This chapter is quite short 'cause I didn't really have time to write but I felt like I owe you a chapter.

No, you owe us an apology for this POS fic!

I'd like to thank you all for your lovely reviews I really appreciate it!

And also a special thanks to the amazing angelmariecloud for giving me an awesome idea for the story, I can't tell you what it was 'cause it'll ruin the surprice...

The fact that other people like this is beyond me...

And I might say that this story takes place in a kind of made up reality where a lot of characters is united that aren't in the games... okay that was said in bad English but I hope you understand what I ment.

NO SHIT! Now how about explaining why this time is different.

This chapter's song is "Det sista du ser" (The Last Thing you see) by Nordman.

Sorry for bad English and writing.

WARNING: this chaptar contains strong language that may offend some people.

The only thing that offends me at the moment is how bad this fic is and how YOU, author, seem to think you're writing for a bunch on 5-year-olds!

Enjoy


Chapter 11: The Last Thing You'll See Is my foot to your face

Lord I wish
That what I have with you
Would last forever
But I promise you
When everything ends
The last thing you'll see is me
The last thing you'll hear is me

…

13:05. Kazakhstan

Oh thank you, author! I always wanted to know this took place at 13:05 Kazakhstan time! Here's a question, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU PUT IT IN NOW!?!?

"Within Thy wounds, hide me. Permit me not to be separated from 'Thee. From the wicked foe defend me. In the hour of my death call me and bid me come unto Thee," Roach whispered under his breath, his eyes where tightly shut and his whole body trembled. He could hear the woman's footsteps but his loudly beating heart and his desperate whispers for salvation made it impossible for him to hear exactly where she was going.

Um...is the song still going? Who's talking?

"That with all Thy saints I may praise Thee for ever and ever. Am…." The gun went off with a loud BANG making Roach jump. He had expected agony or perhaps direct darkness, but none of that happened. Instead he felt how blood splattered up on his face. What the fuck? His body was shaking like a person with hypothermia. His muscles were so contorted by fear he couldn't make himself to open his eyes. He knew someone had died, and in his mind he visualized Simon's dead body on the ground.

Quit stalling! Who died?

…
Michael 'Matrix' Wilson watched to screen as Vesna coldblooded executed one of the prisoners. A tear fell down his cheek. He knew this was wrong, so terribly wrong.

He had taken the job knowing Mrs. Mihailova wanted to take revenge on two Task Force members who killed her family. Of course did he hesitate in taking the job but she had persuaded him with money and sweet talk. Now when he saw what her revenge consisted by right before his eyes he felt nothing but regret. Those soldiers, they were his brothers, he had walked side by side them. Well not them personally but the Task Force 141. He knew he had to do something, whatever it may cost.

So he shut down the surveillance video and quickly hacked himself into Captain MacTavish's computer.

So why would he hacking into an ally's computer?

…

13:15 Afghanistan (how the fuck did we get here?)

Soap grunted as picked up a punch of papers that had fallen of his desk, he had big dark bags under his eyes, his posture was saggy and his eyes were red after staring into a screen and thousands of papers for hours after hours. He hadn't slept for days, determined to find Ghost and Roach before it was too late. Even though everyone on the base had the same thought in their heads: it has gone more than a month, they're already dead and buried.

I wish...

As he sat up on the chair again he saw something on his screen, something that hadn't been there before. It was a small square with a location and its latitude. And then there was a note, Soap's eyes widened as he read it, heart beating fast.

It was Activision wanting him to come back in MW3 and his next paycheck.

"Captain John 'Soap' MacTavish, this is the location of Vesna Mihailova and your men. They're both alive, for now. Take this tip seriously, when Vesna finds out about this I'll be put to death and your men will be moved and then every chance to find them will be lost. Hurry!"

The Captain threw himself up from the chair and stormed out of the room through the wall, not caring that the cup of coffee fell down from his desk making pieces of china fly all over the room.

Why does Soap need fine china?

…

13:15 Kazakhstan again for some reason

Simon opened his eyes slowly to the sound of someone dragging a body out of the room. But he knew he would never stand seeing the corpse of Roach, he just couldn't. The image of the Sergeant's eyes lifeless and empty was just unbearable.

Oh, just grow a pair!

He heard the door close and he finally managed to pull his head up. Roach's brown loving eyes met his green.

"I'm sorry," Gary whispered shaking.

Ghost didn't understand first. How could he be here? She killed him! Where's Anna? And then the switch turned. His eyes flew wide open.

Someone still died, right?

"No, no, NO! NO!" His scream was louder and more horrible than anything Gary had ever heard.
Simon twitched in the chair screaming like a crazed bird.

He then started singing “Surfin' Bird” like crazy!

"Simon please look at me," Gary begged. He knew it was stupid to say, but he needed the Lieutenant to calm down. He needed all power he could find to survive.

Ghost shook his head crying and screaming, he wasn't hearing how badly this fic was written.

"Sir please, calm down! You're not helping anyone by using all your energy. Concentrate on something, your breathing for example. Concentrate on…the fact your stupid sister is dead."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO ME! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU!" Ghost screamed out with hatred and agony in his voice.

Gary knew that Ghost didn't really mean it, but it still hurt.

What makes Roach think Ghost isn't being truthful?

…

14:00 Kazakhstan (where this fic retreats in order to avoid bad PR)

"Fenix, Sandman and Mage take the east side, Yuri and I take the west, shoot to kill, go go go!" Soap yelled out and the operation begun.

So Roach and Ghost were one country over and Soap didn't think they were there? What kind of CO is he?

"Did the source say where in the building they were?" Yuri asked as Soap planted the explosives on the door.

Wait a sec...we finally get some action?

"No, they didn't, we just have to cut our way through the building till we find them. Clear," Soap said and they both cleared away as MacTavish pulled the trigger making the door blow open.

"Damn't! we blew the wrong door! This is an orphanage!"

They both threw themselves into the first corridor ignoring the “wet floor” sign and slipping around for a bit.

"No tangos in sight," Sandman called over the radio.

"Same here, seems like our mole haven't been compromised. Well keep moving and stay frosty," Soap called back as he kicked open a door, Yuri mirroring his move on the other side.

"Room clear," they both called.

Uh, Soap? That's the ladies' room...

"Tangos in the hallway," Marcus Fenix called over the radio and the next second the sound of gun firing and someone getting chainsawed echoed through the building.

"Keep moving Yuri, we need to find Ghost and Roach," Soap ordered the Russian as he kicked open another door.

Well of course Yuri's Russian! Way to state the obvious!

"Eh, Sir," Yuri said slowly from behind.

Soap backed out of the room and joined Yuri in the other one. "Oh my God," he whispered and ran over to the pale figure on the floor.

WITCH!

He put his fingers towards the female neck and pulled his breath in chock. "She's alive!"

Yuri walked up right next to the Captain. "She's attached to an IV," he whispered as he saw the bags with a red substance hanging in the roof and by a line was connected to her.

"They wanted to keep her alive? Why? It looks like she's shot in the head."

Wait, so the lady shot Ghost's sister but now wants to keep her alive? She wanted revenge! She wanted to see Ghost suffer and she did NOT kill his sister? WORST...VILLAIN...EVER!!!

"It doesn't make any sense Sir," Yuri said and shook his head.

Looks like Yuri's been reading this too.

"Mage, what's your status we need you ASAP," Soap asked over the radio.

"Receiving heavy fire, Sir. What's happened? My Heavy is low on ammo!" the medic called back with a stressed tone.

"We've found Ghost's sister, she's in need of emergency assistance! Can you get to our location?"

"Negative Sir! Do what you can to keep her alive, but DON'T move her! I'll get to you as soon as possible. Deploying Uber-Charge!"

"Al right Corporal!"

“Al right”? WTF?

"Sir, they've done a good job in trying to keep her alive, I don't think there's more we can do for here without medical support," Yuri said and rose.

Looks like civies don't know the secret to self-regen.

"You're right my friend, let's move we need to find Ghost and Roach."

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Simon was rocking back and forth like a child, it looked like he'd really lost it this time. He didn't even seem to notice the guns firing around the base.

"Ghost, do you hear that? Soap and the rest is here for us," Gary cried out in happiness. But he didn't really know why he said anything, he was talking to deaf ears. Ghost had shut himself inside a bubble of soundproof glass and he wouldn't come out.

He's gone to his happy place, but there's no happy left for him.

Suddenly the door was opened and Vesna came in. "So your buddies have come to save you? Well they'll have come for nothing!" Something had changed in her, she looked different. She didn't have the same confident grin anymore. Now she looked completely mental, like a woman possessed and that made her seem even more evil.

Ya think?

"I know I can't run, I'm not stupid. I know my time has come. But I'm not leaving this world without you."

It was first now Gary noticed the red can in her hand. You got to be kidding me!

She's going to make then chug an entire can of Coke!

With a crazy smile she walked over to the soldiers and poured the content of the can over them and herself.

And now they're all sticky.

Gary couldn't help but feel the irony as the gasoline wet down his skin, hair and cloths. Not again! This isn't fair! First Shepherd and now her?

BTW, no explanation as to how they got out of that mess way back when.

The Russian let out a small laughter as she pulled up the lighter from her pocket. "Ready to meet your maker boys?"

I'll get the popcorn.

"Yes you are but not them," a foreign voice suddenly said making the woman and Gary turn their faces towards the door where a tall young man with dark brown hair and frightened blue eyes stood with a gun aimed at Vesna's head.

Oh, like he's going to help...

"Michael…. What are you doing?" the woman asked in pure confusion. Her brain was in a battle.

Great, Ghost isn't the only one who's lost it!
The author has too!

"What I should have done a long time ago," the man said and took a few step forwards while trying to steady his aim.

Now it seemed like Vesna's mind finally had processed what was happening, her eyes were burning with fury. "YOU BLOODY, LITTLE FUCKING FAG! YOU'LL GET FOR THIS YOU WHORE…."

The man pulled the trigger and closed his eyes as the bullet left the muzzle. The next second the woman fell dead to the ground.

So her weakness was a headshot the whole time? See Roach? You could've taken an enemy gun and SHOT HER, YOU FUCKING MORON!

Michael Bay started breathing heavily as he walked over to cut the ropes from the tied soldiers.

"Thanks for the help," Gary said though he still couldn't believe what just had happened.

But Michael shook his head. "Let's just get you out of here okay?"

Way to go, evil lady, chances are that of the 3 prisoners, you killed NONE! Dammit I hate when evil doers are just plain retarded!

Yeah, there it was the eleventh chapter short and kind of sucky. Hehe hopefully the next chapter will be better.

This whole thing sucks.

Please reivew! Reviews make me happy. Happy me means more chapters

And as always feel free to PM me for any questions about the story or if you have any cool ideas for it.
Cheers.

See you next chapter, folks. This sure as hell is NOT easy...

[SM2142]

Thanks for the review you awesome people!
This chapter's song is "The Hammer Has Fallen" by my favorite band of all time Sabaton.
This chapter is kind of dark, just so you're prepared.
Sorry for bad English and writing.
Enjoy! ENOUGH WITH THIS “Enjoy!” BULLSHIT!
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Chapter 12: Death Was Meant To Be My Faith for bad fanfic writers
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Hear them whisper, calling out my name
The sentence is set, the hammer has fallen
I have paid the price
Sad to realize too late, death was meant to be my fate
All this pain will follow me.

Michael's plan on getting the two soldiers out of the room was harder than he'd first thought. Never in his life could he have imagined that rooms had doors! He hadn't thought about Gary's broken leg and Simon's bullet wound (or his mental state) when planning. Getting the two men out of the room was proven completely impossible without help.

And let me guess, he left his cell on the charger back home?

"Wait here while I go and find your friends," Matrix said before leaving them in a slow-mo display of epicness with his hands grasping the pistol.

The computer technician rounded a corner meeting Afanasi and Akim.

"Ah Michael, have you found your way away from those computer screens? Where is Vesna? We need to get her safe, those stupid dogs will get here any minute,you didn't by any chance betray us suddenly for no apparent reason, did you?" Akim said as he loaded his Kalashnikov.

"You know what Akim, maybe he's come to help us kill the dogs," Afanasi said laughing at his joke.

Akim smiled widely. "Yeah, that one was good."

As much as the prospect of killing things interests me, I'm not laughing.

"Yeah, like I would fight by your side," Michael snorted and quickly fired two bullet towards each Russian, one in the chest and one in the head. "I though Afanasi meant immortal," he said staring at the dead blonde on the floor. "You look quite dead to me."

Wow, a computer tech who knows how to shoot! Screw the original plot, let's stick with this guy! He'll put you on hold and send you straight to hell!

Michael's body was still trembling, but that didn't hinder his aim. He was a good shooter, a great one even though this fact is just getting revealed right now. As a computer technician for a Task Force you get gun practice just as anyone else but not everyone got to use that skill on a living being. Michael had never killed anyone before Vesna and he hoped to never have to experience it again after this day. He hated the feeling of taking someone's life. He felt dirty all the way into his bone. But now that he had 3 kills under his belt, all those hours of playing Duke Nukem 3D were coming back to him...

He shook off his thoughts and decided to move forward putting a Duke-esque grin on his face. So he took two carefully steps over the dead bodies and continued to follow the sound of blazing guns.

Michael suddenly got the urge to say the following phrase...

Halfway to the fighting scene the sound of guns died down. A deathly silence filled the corridor before he suddenly heard footsteps from behind.

"Wait! Don't shot!" A voice Michael recognized as Roach said and Matrix quickly turned around to see two soldiers helping Ghost and Roach move while a third soldier aimed at him with his gun. "He's the one who helped us!" Roach explained with pain in his voice.

Michael: Don't thank me yet, wait 'till you get my bill.

"Yea, but he's still one of that woman's men," the third soldier growled. The foreign soldier's faces were covered with balaclavas, shades and helmets making it impossible to see what they looked like.

"Marcus Fenix, please," Roach begged.

The unknown man threw a quick glance towards Roach and then lowered his gun with a sigh. "Very well, come on let's move. We need to get to Soap and Yuri. And you, stay in front of us so we can see you. And if you try anything I'll make sure you have some extra holes in your head," the man called Fenix said with an intimidating voice.

Michael gulped and nodded quickly.

Everyone knows you don't mess with a COG.

The journey through the base was awkward. None said a word and Michael could feel Fenix's sharp stare at his back the whole way.

"Thank God you two are alive, who are you?" Soap asked as they met up turning his glance from his injured subordinates as Mage started working on their wounds and looked at Michael.

Michael let a wry smile travel over his lips as his gaze met the floor. "I never thought you to recognize me Sir. I'm Michael Wilson, you used to call me 'Matrix' because I forced you to watch all 3 movies in one sitting."

Soap's eyes widened. "Wait…I do remember you. You are that technician aren't you? The one that disappeared? You were kidnapped but we could never find you!"

Michael bit his lip and nodded. So you do remember that time I kicked your ass in CSS!

"I never forget you, you know. Makarov tortured me for months, the only thing that kept me from breaking was that I thought you would come for me about seeing Duke Nukem Forever finally coming out. Then I played it... But you never did luckily, because that game was such a let-down, so I told him everything. What should I have done? I was 19 at the moment and could hardly be considered badass, I didn't want to die in a prison cell in Siberia."

"I'm sorry Matrix, what happened when you'd told him?" Soap asked and you could actually hear the guilt in his voice.

"Well, he let me go. Ha! Can you believe that? The world's most feared terrorist let me free because I taught him how to create dedicated servers."

Soap raised a brow in surprise, probably because their enemy nr.1 had shown one of theirs such mercy. "So why didn't you return to us?"

Michael snorted. "You're kidding me? You had left me there, when you think about it Makarov was better to me than you were. I mean, you're the Task Force, you're famous for being able to find anyone…but you couldn't find me. At that time I hated you more than death, I wanted to hurt you in any way that's possible."

Challenge him to a Starcraft II match! That'll settle things.

Soap sighed. "So why did you help us now? Why did you send me that message, because I presume it was you who did that?"

"Yeah that was me. It was just… when I saw your men… Ghost and Roach being tortured like that… I kind of saw myself in them and I knew I had to help them any way that's possible the plot says that I needed to help you even though for the past few years I wanted to kill you. It makes no sense because we're all in a stupid fanfiction written by someone who probably deserves several lobotomies before being allowed back into the world. I'm not prepared to forgive you for what you did, but those men seemed to need my help for some reason I cannot guess simply due to plot convenience and the dues ex machina didn't deserve to go through the same thing I did, or worse."

"Matrix, our men worked day and night for months to find you, but there was just no trail, you were gone," Soap said trying to make a mends.

Yeah, right, Soap. We all know you didn't give two shits about finding your shitty soldiers!

"Bullshit," Michael growled and turned his back at the Captain and walked over to the medic. "How are they doing?"

The man sighed. "Roach leg is just destroyed, several parts of his legs will have to be replaced I have to amputate it at the hip and Ghost is in a total statement of shock, we can't reach to him." He rose and turned towards Soap. "Sir, when is the chopper ready to lift? We need to get them to the infirmary now!"

"It can lift within a half hour once Nikolai gets back from his run to Burger King, but you have to check on Ghost's sister too, she's in a bad state."

The medic nodded and followed Yuri into the room were the dying woman lay.

Even though by all accounts she should have been dead LONG ago.

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The world didn't exist. He knew there were people around him, but he couldn't see them, couldn't hear them. And he couldn't reach out to them. It was like if he was captured in his own body.

Years of SAS training and yet this happens to him. Money well spent, morons!

He hated his life, truly. Death seemed to follow him wherever he went. Civilian blood was on his hands, a lot of it.

And he didn't have his hand sanitizer gel.

He had seen innocent lives fade away at his hands, men, women, children, everyone seemed to die by his touch. The ones he loved the most were the ones he hurt the most.

Author, once again you're making Ghost seem less like his MW character! He's not supposed to care about WHO has died! He only cares about killing people and blowing shit up like the rest of those MW players out there who waste away in front of their TV's pretending to be soldiers and yelling profanity-laced rage to people they'll never meet in person! You're really fucking this up for readers!

His sister, he remembered her laughter, but he couldn't see it, all he saw was that skeleton-like face. That broken, torn down human being that once had been his sister. He knew that she still would have been alive, she would still be smiling and laughing if he hadn't existed.

I hear a distant fog-horn. *BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODIIIIIIIIING*

He was like a plague, everything he touched seemed to die. Roach would probably be next in line. His broken heart hurt even more at the thought of Gary's beautiful body as skeleton pale and empty as his vision of Anna was.

This author ust doesn't know when to quit...

There had been this family, in the beginning of his career, he had sworn to protect them, it all ended with every single one of them dead. And then there was this bomb he couldn't get to in time. The explosion cost 13 people their lives. The list went on.

Like I said, he's NOT SUPPOSED TO CARE!

He wanted to pull his hair off or shoot his brains out but he couldn't move, he couldn't even cry.

…

"Please let me go, I need to see him!" Roach said trying to fight himself free from Mage's and Soap's hold.

"Roach! You can't walk, and if you don't stay still you never will!" Mage growled out.

In that case, let him go! Let's see the look of regret on his mug when he's confined to a wheelchair!

"But I need to, I need to tell him about Anna! I need to…"

"Sergeant! It doesn't matter what you tell him! He can't hear you! He's being shipped back to England tomorrow," Soap said.

First good idea I've heard in a long time.

Roach body fell right back into the hospital bed at the sound of Soap's words. "What?"

"He's being honorably disavowed Roach," Soap sighed and sat down on the bed side.

FINALLY! Not 10 chapters ago I suggested something like this and at long last people see reason!

The situation was just as hard for the Captain as it was for the young Sergeant, Ghost was after all Soap's closest friend.

"But…but… he's going to be okay right? He's…he's going to be fine?" Roach couldn't stop the tears from falling down his cheeks.

I preferred the Roach from MW2. The silent hero who's just a gun with arms for the allied NPC's to talk to when they get bored or have something that needs doing when they could easily handle it themselves. Kind of like Ramirez...want proof?

Soap bit his lip and shook his head slowly. "I think that Ghost might not snap back this time Roach. His family is already making arrangements with a mental hospital in his hometown. "

Nice to see Soap got his head out of his ass for a change!

"No…no…no," Gary whispered and shook his head. His shoulders were shaking discretely.

"And we think it's best if you go home to Roach. Not for good though, but until your leg is well and your mind is settled."

Or you could get him out of service? Makes more sense to me.

Roach shook his head faster, his body trembling. "No no, I need to see him! I need to...find his hidden porn stash."

"I'm sorry Roach, but I think it's better if you don't….ever. He's not Ghost anymore, he won't even know that you're there. And you won't exactly feel better after seeing him. Why don't you just leave him behind, forever and just concentrate on the good memories of him?"

Or just forget about him. He DID shoot you, remember?

"No, please no!" Roach cried out and gave in to all the emotions screaming inside him. He bent forward and grasped his arm round his stomach as his tears fell like daggers from his eyes.

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Yeah, that was the twelfth chapter…and without the mocking, it would have sucked a lot more than it already did.
Review please!
And as always, if you have any good ideas for the story or any question feel free to PM me!
Cheers!

[SM2142]

First of all: thanks for the review ghost . for . the . win! I'll send you a virtual cookie! Hope you're not allergic to virtual gluten.

But we're all allergic to bad fanfiction.

This chapter's song is "Losing You" by Dead by April.

Bear in mind that this is AU, the massive war between Russia and USA doesn't exist, but there is a Cold War-like tension between them. I thought I should mention that.

So now the story is going back a couple decades in time? I think Black Ops already did that, you IDIOT! With every chapter the plot gets worse and worse!

Sorry for crappy English and writing.
Enjoy getting a railroad spike driven in your skull?

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Chapter 13 – Losing You The Game
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What I have in me, in my mind is you
I would die if we were through
What I'm feeling now what I'm heading into
I am lost in pain without you
So cold, so alone
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All I have is you
It is all that I'm breathing for
All I need is you
Now I can't make it through
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As Gary stepped out of that plane that sunny day in August with a crutch in each hand and a duffel bag on his back he felt nothing but emptiness inside.

Seeing as how bad airline food is, I'm not surprised.

Not even when his family came running towards him could he make himself enjoy the moment, but he managed to pull a fake smile to not alert his parents.

"Sweetheart, what have they done to you? I can barely recognize you," his mother cried out with mixed emotions. Happy because her son had returned alive and sad because of what state he was in.

Ya don't say?

Gary himself hadn't cared about looking in the mirror after the incident. He couldn't care less how he looked, he was just glad he still had full sight on both of his eyes because that meant that he would be able to return to the 141 once the leg had healed properly. Of course, the 141 would never be the same without Ghost, but it was like a second home. The thought of never seeing Ghost again was almost more than he could take, not being able to see Soap, Price or the others would surely be too much.

Has Roach never been on a vacation? Seriously!

"You have to tell us everything," his mother cried and started helping him through the airport.

"Mum please, I did some pretty sick and twisted shit while I was away." he begged, feeling a tear slip his eyes as he thought back about that day. That day that ripped his life to shreds.

Oh, get over it! The only thing that happened was that Russians killed your BB.

"Your mother is right Gary; you have to tell us exactly what happened . Every last disgusting detail. But later, first we're going to get you home. Granny is dying to see you,and she made cookies!" his father said as he took the bag from his son's shoulders, making it easier for the young soldier to move.

"You okay Gary? You look like you just got raped by a ghost," Gary's little brother Jason asked looking with a worried glance at his brother.

Oooooooooooh BURN!

Gary froze. It felt like he was about to throw up. Ghost frightened eyes and terrifying scream echoed in his mind.

Roach then puked on his little brother like a Boomer with a serious stomach flu.

Tears left his eyes one by one as he remembered Soap's words: "I think that Ghost might not snap back this time Roach. His family is already making arrangements with a mental hospital in his hometown." Ghost had broken; the strongest person he'd ever met had broken. Just the thought of his Simon locked up in a coco's nest hurt so much he had to clench his stomach with his hand.

Hopefully he'll find a Native American to smother him with a pillow and then throw a washing machine out a window.

Soap's words kept echoing: "He's not Ghost anymore, he won't even know that you're there. And you won't exactly feel better after seeing him. Why don't you just leave him behind, forever and just concentrate on the good memories of him?" He knew he couldn't leave him behind, not after how they parted. The last thing Ghost said to him was: "Shut the fuck up! You have nothing to say to me! It should have been you!" Nothing hurt as much as knowing the last thing the one you love will ever say to you is that he wished you had died.

Guess you should have “friend-zoned” him when you had the chance.

The leg he stood on started shaking, unable to hold up his frightened body. His father just managed to run up beside him and caught his right arm before he fell to the grown.

Fell where now?

"Jason!" Gary's mother growled furious.

Jason raised his arms in defend dropping Roach on his face. "What? I didn't know he would freak!"

The mother ignored her youngest son and turned towards Roach. "Gary, what's wrong? Please talk to us. Did you meet a new friend in SAS training?"

"Stop it Gary, people are looking at you, and the fact that your fly is down." his father tried and straightened Roach up. "Let's get to the car," he said embarrassed and almost dragged his shocked son to their car.

The ride home was awkward for the rest of the family since none said a word but Roach didn't even notice because if he did that would mean he had a functioning mind. His thoughts were aimed at his beloved Englishman butt-buddy, who at that precise moment sat in some kind of mental hospital trying to fight his mind.

Gary wanted nothing more than to have his lover in his arms again and the knowledge that that would never happen made his whole body tremble.

Sucks to be you, Roach. Too bad the fic is so badly written that we have no connection to ANY of the characters.

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Gary sat in the kitchen when his father threw up the duffle bag he had swallowed on the table and the sickening photography fell out. Roach made a quick move to pick it up from the floor only to notice that his broken leg stopped him.

"What is this?" his father asked and picked up the little object. "Who is he?"

Gary pit his lip hard as his father turned the picture so Roach could see it. It stung in the Sergeant's heart as he saw the shining green eyes on the dark haired man with a scarred face on the picture. It was the most beautiful face he had ever seen. He didn't even notice his own face on the photo leaning against the stunning man's.

And so the awkwardness level rises...

"It's Lieutenant Riley," he answered without dropping his glance from the photo.

"Let me see," the mother said curious as she came running to the table with a coffee pot in her hand. She made a grimace with empathy as she saw the faces on the picture. "What's happened to his face?"

Gary sigh and closed his eyes, still biting his lips trying to fight the tears.

"Does he also have a callsign? Let me guess: Scarface? Or what's the name of that guy in Batman… Two Face?" the father asked and chuckled.

Trust me, if it was Scarface, Tony Montana would be in here quicker than you could shout, “Fuck”.

Roach kept his eyes close and bit his lip even harder trying to stop himself from throwing his fist at his father. Blood actually started to drip from between his teeth as he bit.

OK, someone file down Roach's teeth...

"Steven, stop it. You're upsetting him," the mother said with a warm voice as she poured up the coffee into four cups before dumping the rest in Roach's lap.

"What? A man can't joke? Is the man dead or something?" Steven asked and looked at the picture again.

That was enough, Roach exploded. "Shut up! You know nothing about him! NOTHING! Don't you dare say anything bad about him okay? FUCK YOU!"

Is there any room in that nuthouse for another guy?

Both of his parents froze and watched him with wide open eyes. They were too shocked to be able to say a word.

Quite a family reunion.

Gary shook his head crying. "Sorry, it's just. We were really close and something happened we did some freakishly kinky shit that would make Germans say, 'Damn, that's fucked up'. He's in a mental hospital now, haven't heard of him since he left," he tried to explain. But it wasn't easy when he couldn't mention exactly how close they'd been.

He loved his parents, he really did not. But there was one small problem with them. They were both very conservative and Christian. Well, he knew that that doesn't necessarily make a person homophobe, but many conservative Christians were. And he wasn't sure what his parents views were, he didn't know how they'd react. He had good hopes on his mother but his father on the other hand, not so much.

If they're conservative, Roach, you're FUCKED. End of story.

"What are you yelling at?" Jason asked as he entered the room.

"Nothing worthwhile," Gary sighed and looked down on his lap.
His mother pulled her hands through her hair and then returned to the counter to put back the coffee pot.

Jason wrinkled his brow. "Okay, dysfunctional family or what?" He walked over and sat on the chair between Gary and Steven. "When is grandma' coming? I WANT MY FUCKING COOKIES!" he asked and looked over at his mother.

"Any minute now, I'm going to kill that boy." she answered with a smile and sat down at the table too.

"Cool," the 17 year old said and turned his glance towards his father. "What's that?" he asked nodding at the photo.

"Apparently one of Gary's superiors, and special friends" Steven said and handed over the picture to his son.

Gary rolled his eyes and took a few sips of his coffee.

Jason raised his brow and narrowed his eyes. "You know bro', the way you lean your head against him and the way you two are smiling cheesily… it kinda looks like you're gay."

Go on, Roach! Kick his ass!

Gary choked on his coffee at his brother's remark.

"What is it with you Gary," his mother asked as she clapped him on the back making his coughs cool down.

"Nothing," he answered, tears in his eyes.

Oh yeah, because nothing's wrong...

"Gary," she Cole Phelps said slowly. "I can see when you're lying! What is it?"

Gary gulped. Everyone's eyes in the room was turned towards him. They expected an answer, they expected the truth.

Roach slowly split his lips. His mouth was dry like the desert and his head was spinning. He couldn't believe he was actually going to tell them every little detail.
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Soooo, what did you think? Please review!

At this point, do I need to say anything at all?

And as always, if you have any cool ideas for the story or any questions then feel free to PM me!
Until the next upload: Cheers! Just shut up, author. PLEASE.

[SM2142]

Thanks for all the lovely reviews! You are amazing!
ghost . for . the . win: Wow thanks! "One of the best stories", really? Wow just… wow… Thanks, you my friend just made my month!

One of “the best” stories? Has this reader been licking toads?

Migisi: Awww. Maybe I should put up a 'WARNING! Don't read this in school-sign' on this story ay?

How about a “DO NOT READ AT ALL!” sign?

DustMan: Really? Ha, your brother sounds like a cool kid! And about that update thing: yeah I know, I'm starting to think that fanfiction hates me. After chapter 11 the story just stopped showing up in the Call of Duty archive and I don't know why. It just stopped existing…. O.o

That would have been the best thing that could happen to this POS!

This chapter's song is "Crucified By Love" by Nomy.

Sorry for bad English and crappy writing! But please enjoy anyway
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Chapter 14: The Truth is, reading this fic is like going against rush hour traffic.

And what we had was fine
Yeah god was crying blood
Yeah life is left behind
I'm crucified by love

Gary licked his lips and closed his eyes, not seeing them made it a lot easier to talk. As the words left his mouth he barely could recognize the voice. It sounded off, scared like a little child.

Well, he's certainly acting like one since he can't look at his own family.

"Don't….don't freak out okay? And let me speak until I'm finished." He said and opened his eyes quickly to see the heads in the room nod. He then closed his eyes again and opened his mouth.

He thought, “if I can't see them, they can't get mad at me!”

"Me…..I and Lieutenant Riley… we were… we were more than friends so to say…we “spelunked”...he chim-chimenied my charoo, and he showed me that it was possible to do kinky shit with a phone book." his voice was shaking like a leaf and it sounded so weak, like the voice of a dying goat.

"HA! I knew it!" Jason shouted out before he managed to stop himself.

Oh come on, he meant to do that.

Gary's eyes flew open and he threw an evil, deadly glance at his brother who sunk into the seat. "I'm not Sorry," Jason muttered and then tried to avoid Roach's poisonous stare.

When Roach was sure his brother would not stay silent he glanced over at his parents to see their reactions before he continued. His father's face was empty, it showed no sign of emotions or what so ever. Gary feared what the man felt behind those stone cold brown eyes. It was as if he just died after being told such a sick story. But his mother on the other hand looked at him with empathy shock, there was not an ounce a lot of anger or hate in her eyes just not the love of a caring mother. He sighed of relief at that before he opened his mouth once more.

"I don't really know what exactly we had between us. I mean I loved him, well, I still do. But he's a complicated being who said he hated me before his mind went “kaput” but I refuse to accept that. Sometimes he can say one thing and the next moment he says something else. He can literally say that he loves you one minute and the next he's throwing punches at you. He's like a sadist who hates to hurt people.”

And how is that a GOOD thing?

But you can't really blame him. No one would stay normal after going through what he has, some nights he wakes up screaming by some dream he's had and sometimes he can't make himself fall asleep at all. He's always been damaged, as long as I know him and as long as anyone in the Task Force has, but still I can't make myself not love him." Gary felt how streaks of tears fell down his cheeks as he talked about his lover.

Wait, when did all of that happen? Now the author is just putting random shit into this fic whenever they please!

"Oh honey, I could not care less." his mother cried out in sympathy and moved closer to her oldest son so she could fold her arms around him. "It must be hard. You said he's in a mental hospital. Can you tell us what happened?" she asked carefully.

They let themselves get captured because somehow they couldn't kill a crazy lady by stabbing her in the face.

Roach put his hands over his face, fighting the images of torture and fear out of his head, but he couldn't. He was crying so hard his head was hurting. "We, we...actually tried playing COD MW3...it was just more of the same!" he started but his voice failed him.

"It's okay sweetie, you don't have to tell us, we all know that MW churns out the same game over and over" the mother whispered into his honey brown hair as she slowly rocked him back and forth.

"He's gone mum, he's gone forever," he managed to get out through his violent sobs. "I'll never see him again."

You're mourning someone who treated you like shit, shot you, and beat the shit out of you? I fail to see how Ghost being gone is a BAD thing!

"Of course you will! If you love him as much as you say you're bound to see him again. I promise you!" she tried to console him.

Yeah, he'll have to talk to an empty shell.

But she shook his head. "No! You don't know how he's…. you haven't seen him. He's broken mum, totally destroyed. And it's my fault!"

I think the blame goes equally between the two of you because you didn't take the enemy's guns during the attack and the fact you were arguing like CHILDREN!

The sentence echoed through his head as a reminder of what really happened, of what it was that made his lover burn. "Shut the fuck up! You have nothing to say to me! It should have been you!" And what hurt the most wasn't the fact that Ghost had said this to him, no it was the fact that he was right. If it had been him, if Vesna had put a bullet in his head instead of Anna, then Ghost would still be his normal self. At least almost, of course should he be sad about Roach's death, but he shouldn't been a wreckage. It didn't even matter that Anna still was alive because no one could reach into him and tell him about it, he was no longer a part of the world around him, he was an empty shell as Soap had described it.

Oh, great...more self-loathing and brooding. Seriously, why do people think THIS makes a character interesting? It doesn't! It makes them sound weak and unable to deal with life! This sucks...

And maybe it was better for him to think that she was dead than to know what state she was in. The doctors had said that the bullet had penetrated her frontal lobe. The bullet had entered the side of her head and destroyed her left eye on the way out. She wasn't herself anymore, her complete personality had changed. She had no moral, no empathy and she was violent, so, so violent. There was nothing that could mentally stop her from getting what she wanted; she could actually kill her whole family for a cup of coffee.

Wait, how did she not die?

"Whatever it was that happened I'm sure it wasn't your fault honey. And I'm sure he'll recover, if he's as tough as you describe him I'm sure he's going to make it through this." He could hear the tears in his mother's eyes as she stroked her hand through his hair.

Sure, think positive...that works wonders...

"Boy, come one. Crying doesn't make it better," his father said, trying to console his son with a sharper more military like method. This actually seemed to work better on Roach than his mother's sweet talk.

Finally! Someone who makes sense!

Gary brushed the tears of his face and tried to control his breathing. "You're right dad," he said while brushing away a few new tears. "But it's hard." His voice cracked like a 12 year old.

"Yeah, well life isn't. So you better suck it up and deal with it as it comes. I don't know what you should do but I know that crying like a baby aint gonna do anything," Steven said with a sharp tone.

Yeah, Roach, you're SAS FFS! How you got into that with your mental state astounds me!

Gary nodded and tried to gather courage.

"Why haven't you told us before that you were on the other bus?" his brother asked partly by curiosity and partly to get his brother to think about something else.

Because he knew you'd ask that very question?

"I guess I never had to, I mean, I always knew I liked both girls and guys. But Ghost was the first guy I've ever fallen for. And well, I guess I was afraid of how you'd react. I was afraid that you might be disappointed in me or maybe even hate me." Roach let his glance fall to the table after finishing his sentences.

It's not that that creeps me out, it's the fact that he treated you like shit! Did you forget all about those rubber bullets?

"How could you possible think anything like that? We love you honey, nothing you would do could possible change that! And love is love, it doesn't matter if he's a guy as long as you love him and he treats you well," his mother said and hugged him hard.

Well, Ghost clearly did NOT!

A tear fell down his cheek in relief. "Thanks mum, how about you dad? What do you feel?" he lifted his face and met his father's glance.

The older man sighed heavily while thinking about a suiting answer. "Son, I agree with your mother. We love you no matter what. And well, if you really like this guy I see no reason in why you shouldn't be with him. Although I might not understand it and honestly I find the thought of two men together kind of….disturbing. But still it's your life not mine and you can't help who you fall in love with," he said slowly.

I think that means he's emotionally crushed.

Roach laughed. "You sound like Captain MacTavish," he said with a smile. He was happy that his father was taking it that good.

"Your Captain knows about it?" his mother asked.

Gary nodded quickly. "Yeah, he kind of walked in on me and Ghost making out. But he's okay with it, he finds it a bit disturbing, but he's okay with it."

Even though policy would have had both of you out of the SAS...

"Ghost is that…" Jason started.

"Lieutenant Riley's callsign," Roach answered.

"What's his first name?" the mother asked as she picked up the photo of Ghost and studied it.

"Simon," he answered simply.

"You seem happy together. He looks like a nice guy," she stated, eyes locked on the smiling faces on the picture.

Oh sure...

"Yeah he is, as long as he's on his good mood. He kind of turns into a dog with rabies when he's mad," he answered with a dreaming smile on his face.

And he likes that?

"Gary, that's the kind of thing a mother doesn't want to hear," the mother said and looked sharply at him.

"Well, I'm just telling the truth. He's the kind of guy you just don't want to have as an enemy."

His mother opened her mouth to add something when a few knocks from the door echoed through the house.

"It probably is granny, Jason do you open?" Steven asked.

Open what?

London
Bethlem Royal Hospital

He didn't know where he was. Was it a hospital, a prison, hell? He knew there was someone in the room, a woman. But he couldn't look at her, couldn't recognize her. He couldn't even hear her cries. The sound of Anna's dead body being dragged out of the room played over and over again in his head as a rhythm. The gun shot, the one that killed his sister, it beat like a drum in the back of his head. And Vesna's terrifying laughter was the lyrics to the song of his horror that filled his head.

OK, this is clearly not Ghost. This imposter is too weak to be Ghost! I've said all this before, but I think it needs to be repeated.

The stranger in the room walked up to him, he could feel it. He felt the pressure of the woman's hand against the skin of his arm but he felt no warmth from it. It wasn't even rally there, it was just as a shadow of a touch to him. He wanted to push the stranger away and scream at her, but he couldn't.

You mean like in, “I Have No Mouth, But I Must Scream”?

He didn't know where he was, but he knew where he was going. All he had to do was to break through that wall inside him, find something sharp and slit his throat open.

The SAS, folks, according to this fic, they easily lose their minds and then become emo!

….
Yeah, so what did you think? Please review!
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Until next update: Cheers!

This stuff is irrelevant, needless to say, the fic is shitty and the author just enjoys pleasuring themselves while writing it no matter how bad it is!

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Thanks for all the lovely reviews! You are seriously awesome every one of you!
And about the grammar, I know there is a lot to work on with my English grammar. Some of the mistakes I make are because I'm tired or just simply too lazy to read the chapter through. From now on I'll try to avoid those mistakes by reading through the chapter again and again and again. But of course there will be those errors I can't help because I'm not that talented in the English language.

You see, folks? We have an author who doesn't proofread on purpose due to laziness! The sotry is bad enough but the author just makes it that much worse!

Anyway. Here's the fifteenth chapter.
Sorry for bad English and crappy writing.

Chapter 15: Nightmares (this whole fic will give you some)
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Night falls, my mind recalls the sound of your heart beating
Thoughts of your thousand kisses burning on my skin
I need to feel you
I need to hold you
I can't deny 'cause my heart is screaming out your name.

"Granny please, you're breaking my bones," Roach complained when the 80 years old woman hugged him hard. She might look like a thin old lady with not much life left in her but she was surprisingly strong plus she didn't care, it had been too long since she had beat the shit out of Roach.
"Oh sorry my boy, I'm just so glad to see you I may be old but I can still give you what-for ya dumb whippersnapper!" she said and let her grandson go.

"It's okay granny," Gary said and smiled before he once more sat down on his chair.

"We were just having some coffee mother and hearing all that sick and twisted stuff that Roach likes. Why don't you sit down and let me pour a cup for you," Gary's mother offered.

"Sounds good, thank you Martha, but lemme take my pills first, where's the vodka?" the old lady said and sat down next to Roach. "You look horrible son, what have they done to you? I know I didn't put them there." she asked while studying the scars and bruises on his face.

He smiled warmly at her but inside he screamed at the memory. "Nothing we have to talk about now," he said with a begging voice. It was bad enough having to think about it, to actually discuss it with others were just too hard.

OK, just when is “it” plural?

The grandmother shrugged her shoulders. "No, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," she said but he could see in her eyes how disappointed she was. Curiosity was something everyone in the Sanderson family shared.

Some more than others...

"It's too soon Lily, he's just gotten home, give the boy some time for his ass to recover," Steven – who had noticed the look in the older woman's eyes too- said and looked at his son.

"Yes, you're right," Lily said but the disappointment didn't leave her hazel eyes. "What's this?" she asked as she saw the photo on the table.

"It's Gary and his boyfriend," Jason without thinking.

Apparently the author wrote that last line without thinking as well!

Martha, Steven and Gary all looked at the youngest member of the family with mad eyes. Roach even gritted his teeth going for his knife which wasn't really there.

The whole room was completely silent as Lily picked up the picture and studied the faces in it thoroughly. The only sound was the clock's ticking, a sound that almost made Gary go mental as he waited for his grandmother to say something.

"So you're one of those…my old neighborhood didn't take too kindly to them...what d'ya call 'em? 'Swedes'?" she said like the senile woman she was and went silent again.

Roach closed his eyes. And here it comes. Fuck I can't stand it! He knew what would come next. She would probably start talking about how evil homosexuality is and that it should be illegal some boring story from over half a century ago that everyone had heard over and over and OVER AGAIN. Maybe she even would say that homosexuals should get sentenced to death. He'd heard people say that before, he'd even heard his own friends say it back in high school in the locker room.

"He looks like a nice guy. Is he Christian?"

What?

Roach opened one of his eyes first and then the other. "Pardon?" he asked not sure if he'd misheard.

"I said that he seems nice. He's got a friendly smile. Is he Christian?" Lily asked and let go of the photo with her glance to look at Roach with a warm smile.

Gary stared at her dumb folded for a while until he could gather himself enough to answer. "Eum no… he's and atheist."

Author, just get a dictionary, preferably a big, heavy one and slam your head against it repeatedly. You'll make me feel better.

Lily shook her head with a sad look in her eyes. "Too bad, he seemed like a good kid That heathen! He shall burn at the stake!"

Roach's mouth fell open and he looked at her in shock. We just told her that I'm gay and she's disappointed because he's not religious?

She's an old lady, Roach.

"Why are you looking at me like that boy? Just because I'm old it doesn't mean I'm some kind of a homophobe! Don't be so prejudiced boy! That's my job!"

Roach laughed in relief. "You are the most awesome granny ever!" he stated as the whole tension in the room dropped.

"I know," she said with a wry smile and looked back at the picture. "What's his name?"

"Simon Riley."

She seemed to think for a while before she asked: "Do you think you can convert him to Christianity?"

Unless you combine church and an assault course, no.

Roach laughed at that. The image of Ghost sitting in a church singing psalms and praying seriously cracked him up. "No Granny, I think it's too late. He's a hopeless case when it comes to religion."

…..

A few hours later the whole family decided it was time for them all to go to bed. The day's events had been tiring on them all. Plus the tension in the air was too thick.

Gary had wanted them to drive him home to his apartment but his parents had insisted in him staying at their place due to the fact he was nuttier than a PayDay bar. They said he needed people around him at all time now when he was injured.

When he brushed his teeth that evening he saw himself in the mirror for the first time after the incident with Vesna. His Granny sure hadn't exaggerated because he surely did look horrible. His nose was crooked and discolored. His eyes were red and tired like on a St. Bernard. His left cheek was a complete mess missing. The skin had been torn to shreds by Vesna's brass knuckles and now it looked like someone had torched his cheek on fire, it was covered in pink scars. It was almost impossible to see what his original skin color was since his whole face was covered in cuts and bruises.

He then started talking in different accents to see if he could pass as anyone else.

He sighed at the sight of himself. He didn't really care that he looked like a monster, there was no one he wanted to look good for anyway. The only one whose opinions he cared about was locked in a mental hospital in London.

He spit out the toothpaste in the sink and washed his mouth clean with water.

Ghost I fucking miss you.

Ghost's voice entered his head, “GET BENT!”

He turned off the light and walked into his bedroom.

Why did this have to happen to us of all people?

Because you were too busy acting like childish idiots and not enough time like SAS soldiers like you're supposed to.

He crawled under the sheets and closed his eyes. But he knew right away that he wouldn't get much sleep that night. Because as fast as he put his head against the pillow he realized how cold it was. How lonely he was in that bed. The lack of human warmth made itself so clear in that moment.

Looks like someone's getting on the Emo Express tonight!

He missed having someone breathe against his skin. He missed having the Lieutenant's arm wrapped around his waist. He missed smelling the scent of Ghost hair in the middle of the night. He missed the feeling of not having to be alone through the long, dark and cold night. He was reminded of everything that he'd lost and he couldn't hold back his tears.

Next thing we know he'll be out tomorrow buying razor blades and painkillers!

….

Note to readers: This is a dream sequence which I CANNOT STAND for the life of me, so I'm crossing out all this pointless filler so we can get back to the “story”.

"Ghost, please. Turn on the light." Roach's eyes had gotten well used to the darkness after practically living in it for several days now. He could see the Lieutenant's figure but not the details of him.
"Roach I don't want to," he whispered and stroked Roach thigh. Gary felt his whole body shiver by the touch even though he wore the thick military trousers. It was one of the reasons why the Sergeant knew Ghost was special. Every time the Lieutenant touched him Gary felt how his knees went weak.
Roach sighed and moved closer to his superior. "I haven't seen your face for days, it's fucking torture! You don't know how horrible it is for me!" he complained and rested his head on his lover's shoulder. He pressed his nose against the Lieutenant's neck, inhaling his scent. Oh how he loved that smell.
Gary could feel how Ghost's jaw moved as the Lieutenant smiled. "Yes I know Bug. Remember, I haven't gotten to see your face for days either. I miss seeing that innocent, sweet face of yours," he said and leaned his head against Roach's.
It wasn't often the Lieutenant said such loving words so Roach enjoyed every second he could of his lover's sweet talk.
"Does that mean you'll turn the lights on?" he whispered into his superior's skin.
Ghost sighed heavily. "Fine," he said and rose. A few seconds later the room was filled with light which blinded the two soldiers for several minutes.
But once Gary's eyes could see again he bit his lip in pure lust upon seeing his superior's face. He was so much more beautiful than he'd remembered him.
Sure, the Lieutenant's eyes were red of tears after what had happened to his sister and he looked tired. But still, those green eyes never ceased to stun the young Sergeant. Ghost skin looked so touchable and his lips…
"Come here," he begged. He couldn't have it anymore, he needed his Lieutenant, now.
Simon smiled a sneaky smile at his subordinate and then climbed up on the bed and crawled into Roach's arms.
"You're stunning," Gary stated and stroked his hands through the Lieutenant's black hair and then caressed his face with his fingers.
"You are," Simon said and pushed the Sergeant down on the bed with a small laughter.
Gary loved that laughter, more than anything.
Roach was about so say something when the Lieutenant captured his lips with his. The Sergeant let out a small moan as Ghost's tongue made its way into his mouth. Gary grabbed hold of his superior's T-shirt and broke the kiss only so he could pull the garment off his lover's body.
"This is so much better when I can see you," Gary said with a wide smile as he caressed Ghost's upper body with light fingers.
"Agreed," Simon said before he once more conquered the Sergeants mouth with his.
Gary moaned once more and gripped hold of Ghost's neck with his right hand and waist with his left. His nails dig into his superior's skin as he let out another moan.
"Wait," he mumbled into the kiss, making Ghost break it.
"What?" he asked breathing heavily.
"It's too freaking hot for cloths," Roach answered and pulled of his own T-shirt.
Simon nodded and smiled widely. "You surely know how to please your commander," he said and bent down to kiss his subordinate's neck.
Roach let out another moan and folded his legs round Ghost's abdomen. "God, Ghost," he exclaimed.
Simon laughed into Gary's skin as he continued the kiss down the Sergeant's shivering body. Roach bit his lip hard.
But suddenly Ghost stopped and the weight of his body disappeared. Roach opened his eyes and looked around, Simon was just gone.
"Ghost? Where the hell did you go?" Roach sat up on the bed and it was then he saw him. The lieutenant lying on the floor, bloody and still.
"Ghost!" Gary screamed out and jumped off the bed. He ran over to his superior and sat down next to him.
Roach put his fingers against Simon's throat, no pulse.
"No, please, no," he cried as he stroke his fingers over the Lieutenant's cold face. Green eyes stared right into nothing. They were empty, dead. But even though they were covered by darkness they still were stunning; he still was stunning.
"No, no, no, no, no!" he whispered and shook his head in denial. The tears in his eyes clogged his sight. "Please Sir, no! Don't leave me!"
Suddenly Ghost head twitched to the side, green eyes staring right into Gary's hazel ones. "It's your fault Roach, you killed me," the dead Lieutenant said with hate in his voice. It stabbed like a knife in the young sergeant.
"No please, don't say that Ghost. Please! I love you!"
But Simon once more lied still on the ground with his eyes shut.
Gary shook his head again, tears streaming down his face. "Please, I love you."
The Lieutenant shut his eyes wide open and let out a terrifying scream of pain. Gary was so startled he fell backwards against the wall.
Blood started pouring out of Simon's mouth and eyes, it never ceased. The blood soon covered the whole floor.
Gary tried to crawl over to his lover but invisible hands pulled him away.
"GHOST! NO! GHOST!"

There, I saved you all that pointless BS. My good deed for the day is done.

"GHOST!" Roach screamed out and sat up in the bed dazed and sweaty. He was panting and shaking uncontrollable.

un-con-troll-a-BLY, you failed English major!

"Honey what is it?" his mother asked worried as she stormed into his room with the rest of the family – including his grandmother- following right behind with her walker.

He stared at them with wide open, shocked eyes.

"You had a nightmare? Well man up, get back in that head of yours, and kick that monster's ass!" she asked and sat down in the bed taking him in her arms and rocking him slowly back and forth.

"Mum, I miss him," he said with tears in his eyes. "I miss him so badly."

Well, guess what? WE don't!

"Then we'll go and visit him," his mother said with a silky smooth voice.

But he shook his head. "No mum, I can never visit him, ever. He hates me."

Explain to me why he misses someone who hates him!

…

The months went by and the doctors of the Bethlem Royal Hospital in London slowly started to see progress with their traumatized patient nr.89. It was a very slow progress but still progress. There were a few hours per week he actually was completely present. It was difficult to really put a diagnosis on him since he most of the time was locked inside his own bubble listening to Fallout Boy. There was also time he talked and talked, no one could make out what exactly he talked about or who he talked with though he did say the word “shit” a lot. But they had noticed he had an unhealthy obsession with cockroaches since the word 'roach' occurred in most of his sentences.

If his next word is “Twinkies” then he's naming all the stuff he'll eat after Nuclear Armageddon.

One thing they at least definitely could say was that he suffered of depression and was suicidal. Every day that patient 89 was completely present the nurses found him trying to take his life with diverse objects.

No one ever heard of a straight-jacket? Or duct tape?

Of course had the nurses taken away every dangerous object from his room but the fact that he was a well-trained, super skilled, elite soldier didn't make the job any easier. The man had an amazing talent in turning completely harmless objects into murder weapons. They had to remove his fake tooth that had a cyanide pill in it.

Judging from what the Lieutenant had gone through his whole life and especially after what happened to his sister the doctors assumed that the young man suffered of Posttraumatic Stress Disorder.

Uh, NO SHIT!

"What do you mean 'you don't know what to do with him'? You're doctors for crying out loud. Fix him!" Mrs. Suzanne Riley said with a harsh voice.

Just off him so we can be done with this stupid fic!

"Since, he barely talk to us it's hard treating him. Normally we use cognitive behavioral therapy against PTSD, but it'll be hard using in this case," Dr. Jack Bauer answered with a calm voice contemplating how he could break the Geneva Convention again.

"Listen doc. We don't have time for this crap. Our daughter is crazy and our son is too. Can't you just give him some pill or something? I mean he's probably just faking it. He's always been a wimp," Mr. Gregory Riley said with the same mean sound in his voice as his wife.

I see Greg here wants out of this fic too.

Dr. Jack Bauer was a bit stunned upon hearing a father to a tortured and tormented man call his son a wimp. No, Bauer didn't like those two. They had that sever and mean look upon them. Not once had any of them shown any sign that they actually were worried about their son, not once.

Well, we didn't get any back-story on Ghost's folks, why should we care? In fact, why care about this story at all?

The father had grey cropped hair and blue cold eyes, the mother had dark brown long hair tied in a tight knot on the back of her head. Her green eyes were just as cold as her husband's.

"No, it's not that simple. We can give him pills against his depression, some guy named Louis took them all, maybe even give him electrical shocks. But I wouldn't recommend it. Not until we've started working on the therapy"

"Well start with it then!" the mother yelled at him. "It's embarrassing having our son in a place like this! Fix him!"

Oh sure, I'm sure there's a brain mechanic that's perfect for the job. Are all these background characters just stupid?

Dr. Bauer sighed. "We'll do our best. By the way, have your son always been obsessed with cockroaches?"

"No, never He ate more than a few when he was a kid. Why?" the father asked staring at the doctor with piercing eyes.

"He sometimes has these moments when he talk right out into the air. It's mostly gibberish, but the word 'roach' is repeated strangely often."

The mother sighed. "That bloody kid!"

"Roach is one of his colleagues. Simon talked about him all the time last time he was home on furlough. It was all 'oh Roach is an amazing shooter' and 'you should have seen Roach on our last mission he was fantastic' , 'Roach, I told you to use the battery acid instead of traditional lube...' jada jada jada. You couldn't make him shut up about him."

"Oh, we thought it was the bug he talked about," Jack Bauer said and picked up a paper on which he wrote: "Roach = a person. Possible terror suspect?" He smiled proudly at himself, it was as if he's solved one of the many mysteries that surrounded patient 89.

"Oh and Doc. When you're rummaging in his brain. Can you make him straight, I mean when you're at it," the father asked.

Wow, he really thinks it's that simple?

First Bauer thought the man was joking but when he saw the glimpse of hope in the blue eyes he realized the man was deadly serious. "No, I'm sorry Sir. Being homosexual isn't anything you can 'fix'. Haven't you ever hear the saying: 'if it aint broke you can't fix it'?"

Or maybe, “if it ain't broke, fix it until it is”?

The father laughed. "Yeah, like it isn't fucked up to be a bloody fairy!"

Bauer had to fight back the rage that was now raising inside him. This author man is mental!

"I think it's better if you go now Mr. and Mrs. Riley."

The couple snorted at him and then left his office.

"I'm gonna need a drink when this day is over," Bauer stated to himself before he sunk down into his chair.

You're not the only one

Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. Nurse Alice slowly opened it and put one foot in the office. "Dr. Bauer, Mr. Riley is having one of his 'clear-moments'."

It took a while before Bauer realized it was their patient and not the crazy father she talked about.

"I'm coming right away," he said and followed the young blonde nurse through the hallways and into Simon Riley's room.

The man sat in his bed, arms round his folded legs and followed them with his wide open eyes. He had big black rings under his eyes due to his lack of sleep. His eyes were red by tears and his black hair pointed everywhere.

Is he having a freak anime moment?

"Good day Simon, how are you feeling today?" Doctor Bauer asked with a friendly tone and sat down on a chair in the other corner of the room. He didn't want to make the young man feel cornered.

The man didn't answer he just shook his head.

"Not good? Can you tell us a little about what happened to you?"

Simon froze and his eyes widened even more. "Pale, like a skeleton. My sister, she, she…. They dragged her dead body away. She's, she's…..she should be dead but the author is probably keeping it under-wraps for a plot twist at the end." he went silent and started rocking back and forth instead.

"Simon, your sister didn't die. She survived the shot, somehow and for a reason we'll never know." Bauer tried. He knew it was a risk telling the patient this.
The young man shook his head. "No, no, no. I saw….I heard….she's dead…"

Bauer sighed at the fact that 24 was over. He decided to leave that subject, every time he started the conversation the same way. First asking how he felt, then ask about what happened and at last tell him that his sister lived but he never seemed to be able to push through. But today he had something else, today he had a secret weapon: heroin.

"Simon, who's Roach?"

Once more the young man's body froze. "Roach. It was his fault. He should have, he should have ran when I told him. It's his fault she's dead. He should have…it's his fault."

Am I supposed to feel sympathy towards this “Ghost”? Because I don't.

Bauer looked in surprise at Simon but the man didn't meet his glance. The Lieutenant stared right into the air.
Slowly the doctor turned towards nurse Alice. "We need to find this Roach, and we need to get him here now Ghost can murder him!"

So…. What did you think?
Please review!

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Hey guys, thanks for all the lovely review! You are truly amazing! Your words just make me melt like ice cream in the burning sun. Really, I do appreciate it so much! Virtual cookies for everyone! (And hugs for those who want it.)

I'd prefer throwing you into the sun.

And I would also like to give a huge thanks to the amazing Nioba who has offered her help with the psychological stuff in this story. I am forever thankful for that! Without her those coming chapters would probably have been a big disaster. So a huge applaud for hereveryone! YAY! (I hope I did well with this chapter and didn't screw up too much Nioba, 'cause as I said to you: me and empathy talking aren't that close to each other.)

Someone is HELPING with this? Why?

The song of this chapter is "Besten i mig" ('The Beast In Me') by Raubtier. Now, I couldn't find the lyrics of this song anywhere so I had to write down what my ears heard. And seriously, I love that band but the singer could sing a lot more pronouncedly, most of the time you wonder what the hell he just sang. So yeah, I probably got a lot of words wrong but whatever.
Sorry for crappy English and bad writing!

You have a lot more stuff wrong with you besides just words.

Charter 16: The Beast in Me.

Ett dövat sinne stucket i brand.
Som härskar över sten och hand.
Någonting vilt är dolt i mig.
Som lever för att visa sig.
Galen, arg, som en varg.
Det fula trynet bryter fram.
Rabiat, full av hat.
Vildsint, elak, utan skam.
Sjuka värld, inget är värt.
Han faller och drar med mig ner.
Besten i mig förgör.
Besten i mig förstör.
…
A numbed sense, stung in fire
That rules over rock and hand.
Something wild is hidden in me
That lives to show itself.
Mad, angry, like a wolf.
The ugly snout breaks loose.
Rabid, full of hate.
Wild, mean and without shame.
Mental world, nothing's worth.
He's falling and taking me with him.
The Beast in me destroys
The Beast in me ruins

Weeks passed and Roach had finally gotten rid of his plaster. He still had a hard time being able to walk on it but he was just happy that he could scratch his leg crotch in public again.

Even though he was getting used to the lack of a certain Lieutenant in his life he still couldn't sleep a night without having nightmares about Ghost dying. It was getting unbearable, not only to himself but also the rest of the family since they didn't get much sleep due to his nightly screams.

Hold on a sec, if weeks have gone by between chapters, why has he not visited Ghost if he wants to so badly? Way to go, author, consistency is NOT one of your strong points.

Roach had told them that everything would be so much better if they let him sleep at his own place where no one could stop him if he attempted suicide, then at least the rest of the family could get some sleep. But his parents refused. They saw the pain he was in and thought it to be highly risky to let him be by himself. A normal family probably wouldn't have thought twice about sending him to a shrink but the Sanderson's weren't like any other family, they were just dumber. They didn't believe in psychologist. "All they do is taking your money," his father says in a strange verb tense change and grammar fail. They believed that the only psychologist you could ever trust in was God. So Roach went to the church, a lot.

Notice how the name is never given...

His glance was locked on the huge painting over the altar. It was a beautifully colored picture of Jesus on the crucifix giving the troll face to a bunch of Roman legionnaires. On the grass below him women and men sat on their knees screaming into the air in despair that all that stuff they loaned Jesus was not going to be returned. Roach recognized the pain in their faces. He'd seen the same expression in the face of his lover. Gary couldn't stand watching the painting anymore because every time he looked at those grieving people he heard Ghost's scream echo in his head.

I guess SAS mental conditioning was a class he skipped during training.

He let his head fall to the floor as a tear fell down his cheek as his head detached from his body. "Dear Lord, why didn't she kill me?" he whispered in a voice he thought no one but himself and God could hear but he was wrong.

She couldn't kill you because she was too busy doing an “evil-genius” monologue and didn't suspect the true hero (the computer guy) to shoot her! SIMPLE!

"Excuse me young man, but I happened to hear what you said. Do you feel like talking?" a voice suddenly asked. Roach turned around to see the friendly eyes of a priest look at him from just a meter away. He recognized him directly as Father Michaels Who-Has-No-Real-Part-In-This.

"Thanks for the offer. But no thanks, I can handle it myself, got any loose rope lying around?" he answered and tried to sound strong but the tears that started to dry out on his cheeks revealed the truth to the older man.

The priest sighed. "Son, I've seen you come here every day for several months now. You never talk to anyone and you always leave with tears in your eyes. So, please, talk to me. You know I'm not allowed to tell anyone," his voice was full of empathy sarcasm.

Roach thought about it. He knew he needed to talk to someone, someone who didn't know him. He simply needed someone who was neutral. Because by now it felt like his head was going to explode with thoughts and emotions.

If you want neutral, go to Switzerland!

He turned his head to see if there was anyone else that could hear. But the only other person in the church was an old lady praying in the bench the furthest away from him.

"Okay father," he said and moved a bit to the side on the bench, making room for the priest to sit down.

"What's your name my son?" he asked and gave Roach a small, friendly smile.

"Gary Sanderson," Roach answered and swallowed hard.

The Priest seemed to think about it. "Gary Sanderson? I think I remember you, you always came here every Sunday with your family before right? Of course, this was ages ago. Four years? I didn't recognize you because of the…."

How can 4 years be classified as “ages”? Maybe between games in a series, but not like this!

He stopped himself in the middle of the sentence when he realized that what he was about to say probably wasn't the best thing to mention. But Gary already knew that the man was aiming at the scars in his face.

Roach smiled and turned his glance to the floor. "I think it's closer to six, father. I joined the army and I've practically been away since. The only reason why I'm here for so long now is because of my leg," he answered and nodded at his thighs.

"I see. Do you want to tell me what happened?" the priest asked carefully.

Roach laughed quietly. "I got it beaten to pieces by a crazy Russian bitch," he said and thought back about all the pain. He shuddered.

The father's face remained calm only to suddenly burst out laughing, he was used to listening to people's life stories. He didn't even blink at the word 'bitch'. "Is she the woman you talked about? Now that's funny! Tell me, why would you want to die?"

Gary sighed and looked up at the priest again. "It's not that simple father. I don't want to die. But if I'd died it would have saved a lot of people's misery."

Yeah, anyone reading this.

Michaels put a consoling hand on Roach's shoulder. "You live for a reason my son. God wants you to live."

Right...

Gary laughed at the irony. "I'm sorry father, but I think this is rather a work of the Devil than God."

Michaels seemed troubled over the Sergeant's comment. "What makes you think that my son? This church has nothing to hide! I'm not Lutheran!"

Roach sighed deeply ones more and then he told the other man the whole story. He didn't care if the military wanted him to keep silent about the Task Force and their missions, because he needed to tell someone. He knew he couldn't tell his family what really happened those weeks under Vesna's care, his mother would freak out.

He told him about Simon's sister, about the letters, about the attack and the torture, he even told him about his and Ghost's relationship. And when he was done he felt how a wave of relief poured through him. It was as if he'd carried a boulder on his back this whole time and now he dropped it.

So it was that simple this whole time? He had to talk to a neutral party? LAME!

He was surprised over how well he managed to keep himself calm. He actually couldn't break down like he seemed to always do at home. It was strange, how a church could make you so calm even though your heart was in a battle. Gary was certain it was because God was present. The tears just ran down his cheeks, silently and discrete like a ghost.

The Priest sat beside him quietly, waiting for the younger man's crying to die out. And when it did he gave him an understanding glance and said: "Do you love him?"

Roach bit his lip and nodded. "Yes. More than anything. Father what should I do?" His eyes were shining from the tears.

Really, Roach? After all the shit he put you through...STILL? Your little attachment almost got you killed, remember?

"He seems troubled but it's not your fault Gary. He shouldn't blame you, YOU shouldn't blame you! It's the stupid author's fault. And with God's help you will come through this. But you should give him some time. Life is long, you'll have time to find him and solve this conflict you have between each other. But first you should let the professionals handle with his condition. And while they do that you should care about yourself. You clearly don't feel good either. If I were you I would focus on my own mental health before his."

First good advice in a long time!

Roach thought about it for a while. It first seemed logical but then he realized how impossible it was to follow. "I'm sorry father. I may sound like a selfish prat but... I can't wait and I can't stand the thought of him being a wreck. It doesn't matter if it really was my fault or not because to him it was. And what he thinks is really the key word here. The thought of him losing his mind because of me it…"

You could try forgetting about him. I mean, he did treat you like shit.

The priest sighed. "Love can be painful sometimes my son. But longing for the one you love only makes the moment you get to see her…..sorry…him again the more pleasant."

Roach smiled a bit at the thought about being in the Lieutenant's arms again. "Maybe you're right father. Maybe you're right."

Um...no.

…

Ghost was staring at the surveillance camera on the ceiling. They said they wanted him no harm and that they wanted to help him. What a joke! He was a lab rat to them. They sat there in some room somewhere studying his every move on a TV screen. He was nothing but an experiment to them.

Some Enrichment Center therapy will do him some good!

He knew what they were like, those sick bastards pretending to be friendly doctors. He had seen doctors experimenting on humans, cutting and poisoning them to see what would happen. Why would these monsters be different?

Wait, is he part of a super-soldier project now?

He threw a glance at the muscular guy in white sitting in an armchair in the other end of the room. He looked bored out of his mind. But Simon knew he shouldn't get fooled by the tired look upon the man's face. Because the former elite soldier knew that the guard's right hand was lying close to his stun gun and he could call for back up within a second. But Simon also knew that if he wanted to, he could kill that guard before he even had time to open his mouth.

OK, so Ghost is in a mental hospital and is planning an escape in his home country? Now that's crazy!

Ghost himself found it quite ironic though. They wanted to help him but they kept him locked up like a prisoner? They said that he was dangerous to himself and his surroundings. Yeah? Well If only I got to meet Roach again they'll get to know just how dangerous I can be. But when he thought about it he realized that he never wanted to see the Sergeant again. He could go and eat rotten cabbage somewhere. After all Roach had proven one thing, there was nothing in this world good enough to be worth living for. And love was always going to end in hate and suffering.

His door suddenly opened but Ghost didn't care to look at the person coming in. He already knew who it was.

"Hello Simon. How are you feeling today?" the voice of David Campbell asked with a genuinely interested tone as he shut the door behind him.

Where's Dr. Jack Bauer? Don't tell me the author just changed the name! That was comedy!

Ghost just snorted a line of coke as an answer, he didn't even bother to meet the guy's glance.

"Is it alright if I sit down?" the psychologist asked not caring about Simon's rude greeting.

The Lieutenant just muttered something as a response, he didn't even know himself what he said.

"I take that as a yes," David said and sat down on one of the armchairs in the room. "Care to join me?" he asked friendly.

Ghost threw an unsecure (insecure, you idiot!) glance around the room. He knew the psychologist was weak enough to take down easily if he was to make an advancement. It was the muscleman he was the most worried about, but the guard sat in the far end of the room on a comfortable distance from Simon.

He swallowed and rose on shaking legs. He didn't really want to leave the walls of the room. He felt so exposed when there was space everywhere around him. So he stood there with his back tightly pressed against the wall, looking at his psychologist with uncertain, scared eyes. He swallowed again and started walking to the empty chair. His back never left the wall.

And Roach wants to see this guy again? Yeah, right!

David knew about Simon's fear of open spaces, that's why he'd placed one of the armchairs against the wall, his own chair was on a good distance since putting a chair against a wall also could give the "patient" (well he as a psychologist always referred to him as a person and nothing else) a feeling of being cornered.

Simon finally reached the chair and sat down. His hands were now shaking too. But on the same time he felt strangely calm, he always seemed to do that around David. They had formed a bond-like thing he didn't share with any other doctor. But he still was suspicious. 'Never trust anyone fully' that was the moral of his life. He had learned that the hard way.

"What do you want to talk about today?" David asked and clasped his hands in his knee.

First Simon didn't know what to say but then it came to him. "They drug me. I don't want that. You said they wouldn't drug me," he said locking his eyes on the doctor, following his every move.

Well, DUH! You're 1 step from becoming the next Batman villain!

"Simon, you attacked a nurse and you were going to kill the guard, we had to calm you down. There was no other way," the psychologist said honestly.

Even though he didn't like it and he hated them for it he could understand that. "But, they gave me pills. They said they would make me sleep. Why do you want me to sleep?" he muttered and shuddered. He hated this place.

Because if you don't, there will come a time when you REALLY want to.

"You need to sleep Simon. If you don't your body will eventually shut down. Those pills are only to help you. They aren't trying to hurt you."

Simon snorted. Yeah, sure! "They held me down to the bed and gave me injections!" He started to feel the anger rise inside him. It was like he had some kind of animal inside, fighting to get out.

"It was because you refused to take your pills. Simon, you haven slept for weeks. If you had gone on like that you would have died. They had to do something."

OK, it's official, Ghost has gone off whatever edge there is in that head of his! Money well spent SAS!

But Ghost shook his head. "You…you said it was my choice if I wanted to take pills or not and I said that I didn't want to. But you did anyway. You're just like them. You keep me as an experiment. You'll drug me and do tests on me. I've seen your type before. You call me mental, when in reality no one is as crazy as you!"

"Simon, we all wants you the best. And…to do some Aperture Science tests for us"

"I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU! LEAVE!" Simon screamed out in fury and he could see how David's body twitched a bit in fear. The young psychologist tried to look stabile but his blue eyes hid another truth.

"Okay Simon. It's your decision,nut-case" David said and rose.

Simon mirrored the Doctor's move and watched him carefully with his back now pressed against the wall again.

"I'm not looking forward to our next session. Good bye Simon," David said with a smile as he left the room.

Simon finally breathed out and sunk down to the ground. He put his hand on his head trying to make the stabbing pain go away, but it didn't and soon it was followed by the sound of Vesna's evil laughter.

So let me see here, Ghost has gone into battle, seen people shot, stabbed, blown up, and strangled, but an evil laugh sticks with him?

…

"Did you find out anything today?" Jack Bauer asked curiously as he took another sip of his coffee.

David shook his head. "No. He complained about his pills. We took a step back in his progress today I'm afraid. He's starting to lose the little trust he's built up in me because of those pills. He thinks we're drugging him. Obviously he's experienced some kind of medical torture in his life. He talked about being drugged and experimented on. I tell you, this lad, he's just getting more and more mysterious each day and he just won't tell us about himself."

Jack Bauer put down his cup on his disruptive desk. "Tell me about it where the bomb is, dammit! We need to stop this NOW! We have called around and talked to a lot of people but we can't find this Roach guy anywhere. It's like he doesn't even exist."

"Maybe he doesn't. Brain ghosts aren't unusual in a PTSD case," David suggested with a shrug.

Oh great, now they think he's gone all “Issac Clarke” on us?

"Nah, his parents said he talked about him when he was home a few years ago. It seems unlikely that he wouldn't exist. Well, well, we'll have to keep looking, that's it."

"You're right. What should we do about the pills? He doesn't trust us if we give him pills but he won't sleep if we don't," David asked while scratching his forehead.

"Can we trick him? Hide the pills in his food? Otherwise, Louis will get to them first."

David shook his head firmly. "No. He's smart and observant. He always checks his food before eating it. He wouldn't fall for that."

Bauer sighed and pulled his hands through his grey/brown hair. "This case is surely a hard one! But I have a feeling that if we found this Roach guy everything would become so much clearer," he said in an almost desperate tone.

Sure, Ghost will kill him and magically be just fine and dandy!

David chuckled. "Yes, but how are we going to find him? It's not like he's…..a notable character."

The sound of a telephone ringing interrupted the young psychologist. Bauer held up a finger at him to gesticulate for the younger man to be quiet. The older doctor lifted up the phone and put it against his ear.

"Doctor Bauer at Bethlem Royal Hospital London," he said in a formal voice.

"Hi, eum... My name is Gary Sanderson. I'm a friend of one of your patient, Simon Riley," a young voice said with an American accent.

"Aha? And what do you want? This is an investigation of American security!" Jack Bauer asked raising a brow at the nervous man on the other side of the line.

"Well. You see. We were really close and I was with him when it happened. I've been worrying about him for months and I just want to know how he's doing," the voice said, shaking.

Bauer was just about to tell the man the old "We don't tell anyone outside about our patients' progress. I'm sorry but that's the rules-speech" when suddenly a thought crossed his mind.

"Roach?"

The guy on the other side was silent for a few seconds. Bauer wondered if it was because the man found it odd that he started talking about bugs of because he was chocked upon hearing his own callsign being said by a stranger. He hoped it was the latter one.

Then suddenly the man broke the silence with a: "Yeah? Who gave you permission to use that?"

So, what did you guys think? Please leave a review *wink wink*
And Nioba: me did good? Hehe *hopeful glances* (I know Simon might have talked a little too much after only a few weeks with Campbell, but yeah…. Hehe...)
Next chapter will contain a little more action… muhahahahaha! XD

That's all that has been written, folks. I'm done with this piece of shit for a few months! If it continues, then I'll do it. Until then, I'll be back on the fanfic bounty board looking for my next target. Good riddance to this fic and I hope this author suffers a cerebral hemorrhage!