Ghosts of the Past (A Call Of Duty: Ghosts Fanfiction)

Chapter Nineteen

There was nothing. 

    Flames engulfed the doorway and sparks snapped out at the air in an effort to fight back. Technology was melted from the gunfire it'd encountered, and it was very likely nothing could ever be redeemed. 

    That didn't stop Keegan from attempting a rummage. 

    I stood guard at the door, gazing at the private section of the base. How Rorke's men managed to destroy a lot of important technology and the means to control it was beyond anyone. The room was well secured yet strangely secluded now. 

    "This is so fucked," Keegan kicked a burned container of motherboards and slates. 

    "Please tell me you're there Keegan," the voice of Merrick in our ears sounded desperate. 

    "We're here. There's nothing left. Rorke burned all of it." 

    There was a heavy silence and then a short breath. "We need to get out of here. We're losing too many and we can't hold this much longer." 

    "Comms aren't guaranteed," Keegan spoke plainly, deep voice echoing in the vastness of the control room. "We'll be there, out."

    His bright blue eyes came to land on my smaller form in the doorway. I moved my gaze from the devastation of the room to him, trying to lift my chin a little higher. 

    "We'll regroup with Hesh," Keegan picked up his rifle, kicking another part of debris to the side. "Ammo count?" 

    "Hundred fifty rounds." 

    We hadn't run into any other soldiers on the rest of our way to the destination, thankfully. I had tried my hardest to ignore the blaring mental images from my tassel with the other enemy. The sounds, smells, and visuals made my stomach churn in discomfort. 

    "Give me one moment," Keegan suddenly perked up and turned to go back into the room, examining through things for a final time. 

    I nodded though his back was to me and then glanced down the two ground-level hallways we were situated in; everything was clear and quiet. My green eyes strayed to the courtyard out in front of us and the war going on as I stepped closer to the busted entryway. Though we were further from the heat, I could hear battle cries and explosions from the result of it. Both sides were a little more evenly matched, from what I could tell, and fighting hard for this place. 

    A second scan over the things closer showed me there were few men running through the vicinity of the base. Many were fleeing to orders shouted over communications. Our air support was dwindling, also following orders to evacuate. I wasn't sure how things would work out on a larger scale, but I had a feeling the failing government would sweep something like this under the rug. On the Ghost side of things....it was an act of war with Rorke. 

    I began to turn to connect with Keegan when something else caught my eye. Green flickered to dark brown and clashed a heated, silent debate. My breath cut off, causing me to inhale sharply as I stepped back instinctively. 

    "Carter." 

    He couldn't hear me, but he did watch me. Even as he shot one of those on my side of the battle, his hardened, hungry and hooded eyes never left my position. He was stalking closer, like a snake slithering upon an innocent mouse. 

    The brutalizing he inflicted as he closed the distance was done with ease. He was a gliding machine created to kill, ruthlessly. He barely looked tired as he dodged an attacker and slit their throat, using the same knife to throw a killing blow into another soldier's right eye.