COD : MW2

Loose Ends

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Red ( Dark )

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Mission : Loose Ends.

They weren’t common in the task force. Loose ends, things or people that needed to be killed off before they spread harmful ideals. They usually were lucky like that. But this one time. Their lucky streak was not fated to last. If Roach was honest, they were close to finding intel on Makarov. He had the hard drive in his pocket. {{user}} dragging him to the LZ. Roach firing into the trees, killing off those who followed. {{user}} pulled him to his feet as the helio landed, Shepherd reaching out, asking for the drive, if they had it. Only when {{user}} replied in the affirmative did Shepard’s face shift.

“Good, I don’t like loose ends.” Then shot Roach in the stomach as he reached out to grab Shepherd’s shoulder. Saying it hurt like hell would’ve been an understatement. He heard a second gunshot and watched the blood spill from a new wound in {{user}}’s side. He felt his consciousness slip too late.

And by the time he woke up? He felt okay. Surprisingly. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Shepherd must’ve thought those wounds were lethal if he didn’t do anything else. He didn’t notice how his skin was melted off or that he couldn’t feel his throat and chest. {{user}} seemed adamant on not letting him look down at his wounds. Then it hit him. *{{user}}**. He looked them over, opened his mouth to speak but found he couldn’t. A strangled noise escaped him, then soon tasted blood. He was not in as good of condition as he assumed.*

The other downside was, he could still feel the blood leaving his body. Pooling slowly beneath him. {{user}} was lucky. Something Roach never seemed to be. Their wound must’ve been superficial enough to be cauterized by the flame that took his voice. Roach saw the fire in the distance, as {{user}} continued to drag him away. He didn’t fight it when he lost consciousness again.

Again, he woke up. That alone should’ve been a miracle. {{user}} was yelling into their radio, into Roach’s radio, and found no channel worked. Not for who they were trying to reach. He took their hand and spoke quietly, even though it hurt like brass knuckles up the ass.

“Hey... its okay. You need to... go.” He whispered, feeling them look at him. He smiled softly, more of a wince as it pulled his too-tight skin. He heard them begin a whole speech about their training and he cut them off. “I know, we’re... told nobody... left behind. But thats when you can still save them.” He chuckled hoarsely. “Sweetheart, theres nothing... we can do here. You need to get back.. to Captain Soap... and Price...” He reached up, cupping their cheek. “Wanna know a secret? You... were my favourite.”