Plan B

Plan B -P68-

I sat around a lot now, not much to do yet, but soon enough. Then came our new General, "Hey, Scarab is it?"
"Yeah." I replied stand from the bench by the course.
He grew stiff again and aquired a now this is buisness face. "The new recruits are here, and well..."
"What," I then guessed. "You want me to take attendence or something?"
"Well, Captain MacTavish was going to breif them at 1500." He explained. (for all you asking what that means, it means Soap will see the recuits to breif them on stuff at 3 pm.) "And yes, I'd like you to check to see if everyone made it in one peice. You know the drill, just read the names out and see if anyone didn't make it here, missed the bus or something. Good luck." I could pick of a little humor on his last few words. "Oh they'll be here at 1100." No translation needed for that one I hope.
"Yes sir," I nodded and then got to my room that I had to share with Heatstroke. For some reason there was three extra bunk bed sets, maybe new roommates were on the way. Goody....
Now in my room I pulled a drawer open from under the bunk and picked through it, soon retreiving a fresh pair of cargo's and a newer jacket I got, pretty nice one too. Ghost told me he got something similiar when he was on his death row mission to Makarov's estate. But this one was a little more ccasual and had a lot less pockets. But warm enough for me. The tee shirt I was wearing wasn't bad yet so I'd didn't bother changing it.
After kicking my drawer back in, I went and got a shower in. No discription needed, sorry perverts. Then checked in on Fador, he was asleep so I didn't bother him. My arm still hurt from the cut, but I felt worse. We all know that.
When I checked the time I was stunned by how time was moving so slowly. Only maybe twenty minutes passed, it was 9:00. So I just started to walk around again. Only to find Soap.
"Hey, Captain," I chucked.
"Oh hi, Scarab." He replieds as he looked over to me. Something about him seemed more at ease. Maybe it was the fact he and Price were off the wanted list. Speaking of the old fart, where was he?
"Oh Soap there you are," Price said from behind me as a hand dropped on my shoulder. Well that answers that question.
"What is it Price," Soap asked as if Price were gonna mention he were outta bubblegum, or something stupid of that nature. I guess someone didn't get over the insults about Scottish people back at his appartment.
"There's someone on the phone for you," Price said flatly.
"Did you get a name?" Soap questioned.
"No, this person just insisted that she needed to speak with you." Price said. Wait a fucking second, 'she'? Who if this girl? If she's anyway like Silvia, then so help me fucking god...
Soap nodded and went towards the area where the telephones were. Price studied my face oddly, what, he never seen a suspitious woman, whose gonna break her boyfriends fingers if it turns out he's cheating on her, before?
"I know what you're thinking Scarab," He told me flatly.
"About what?" I spat.
"About the fact you are worried," He grew this joker grin, was he trying to be annoying today or something?
"What? Worried about what," I lied.
"You like Soap," He didn't change his expression.
"And what makes you say that?" I sneered.
"You are just, well, off around him." He shrugged. "And Ghost told me anyways."
"Ghost?" What, wasn't it just... Oh great! She's dead! I'm gonna kill her! "When I find that girl I'm gonna_"
"Trust me, there isn't anything to stress about." Price told me.

(Soap)
I stepped into the receptionist room, and there I found the phone Price was talking about. I picked it up and held the reciver to my ear, "Hello?"
"John?"
"Aye. Now who is this?"
"Soap it's me, Laura."
I felt a hint of annoyance because of this, what did she want? "Why are you calling, I have a lot I need to_"
"I just wanted to say, I'm excicted to see you at the base."
"Wait, what?"
"You guys picked me in this, so I'm coming."
Okay whose the perosn who did, Price, Ghost? Well maybe the General. But still WHY???? "Anything else?"
"Yeah," Her voice dropped. "I'm not sure you'd want to know."
"What is it, Laura?"
"You know your brother, and that he's paralized?"
"Yes, I know that."
"He kinda..." Her voice grew softer then trailed off.
"He kinda what?"
"He kinda... died."
I felt my whole heart sink to my feet, "W-What?"
"He had a serious heart attack and passed on last night. I'm so sorry, John."
My brother, is dead? Oh my god. Not a word in the dictinary can discribe this, nothing. "Does my sister know?"
"She's in a mental hospital, remember? They don't even let her use the phone there."
"Ryan's gone," The words stung to say, and I was too much in shock to feel the pain of the words.
"I'm so sorry, Tav. Truely, I wish that he wasn't, but, oh I'm just extremely sorry for you."
I felt like just digging a hole and burying myself, why don't I? It won't matter to anyone if I was six feet under with my brother too.
"Tav? John? Are you still there?"
The voice of Laura was distant now, I dropped the phone and ran out of the reception room. Moving at my fastest, then bursting outside, whipping past Scarab and Price who still stood there. And now were chasing me, "Soap!" Price yelled. "Get back over here! Where the bloody hell are you going?"
I turned onto the trails, now speeding over roots and rocks, I knew these pathes. And I knew there was a cliff a few miles up. I could easily make it! I could!

(Scarab)
Soap ran right past up, and Price then said, "What the bloody hell?" Then he grabbed my arm, and dragged me along as he chased him, "Soap! Get back over here! Where the bloody hell are you going?"
But Soap wouldn't stop, in fact, he was gaining distance fast. Then it dawned on me where he was going, the cliff! Please, oh please don't make me lose him now!
"Scarab," Price barked. "Take the left! I'll follow him! See if you can get in front and stop him!"
So I swerved down the left path at the fork in the trail. Price still followed Soap down the right. Now I was using every tree stump as a spring board to propel myself forward. With in a matter of minutes I was in front of them. Between the two paths, the left was shorter, the right was full of turns, but in the end they lead to the same place.
I bursted out of the tree line and made a quick stop so I wouldn't run myself right off the cliff side. At the bottom was waves of the ocean crashing against the cliffs, and plenty of jagged rocks just waiting to impale someone. If we couldn't stop Soap, he'd have one bloody death. One I didn't want to see.
"Soap! Stop this instant!" I heard Price shout. They became visable, they were so close. I got ready. Soap was first to come running out, and I pounced. I flew through the air and smacked right into him, and we both fell to the dirt.
"Let me go!" Soap screamed at me, and now I saw that tears were streaming out of his eyes.
"Soap what the bloody hell was that about?" Price came to a stop in front of us. "Why were you running?"
Soap didn't answer, instead he struggled against my grip.
"Soap will you listen god damn it!" I snapped now shaking him around. "Why were you running? Just tell us!"
"Come on, Soap, let's hear it." Price demanded.
"It's just," Soap stopped.
"It's just what?" I barked. "You nearly commit suicide for what? What could be so bad that you have to try and kill yourself?"
Soap shoved me off, "I don't wanna talk about it!" And he stormed off towards the base. Still crying.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked.
Price sighed, "Just give him some time to calm down, we'll see if we can get it out of him later."

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A/N: Yeah, Scarab will be taking charge over the recruits, but before the arrive, we have Soap to think about.

I have to feel sorry for him, because he and his brother had a good relationship which I sadly didn't get to express as much as I'd like. But he was seriously upset about it. I think someone needs a hug.
Soap: NO HUGS!
Me: TOO BAD!
Soap: Can't -ACK- Breathe!