Faith (Based on Call of Duty: Ghosts)

Chapter 16- A Healing Heart

Three weeks had gone by since my mother had died. I was still in pain. After my play-fight with Logan, I stayed in my room. I didn't eat, sleep, or talk at all. I could only sit in a chair and stare out the window to the distant mountains....

"Hailey?" two knocks on my door made me tense, but I stayed in the chair and squeezed my arms tighter around my knees. "Hailey, can I come in?"

I didn't reply. When the door opened and closed, I glanced over to see Keegan walking over to the chair across from me. The others- except for Keegan- had tried to get me out of my sad and dark daze, but nothing had worked.

"How are you?" Keegan asked while settling down into the chair, but I only glanced at him.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. Keegan finally said something to make me talk.

"Can you please just say something?"

Shaking my head, I kept looking out the window. Tucking my knees closer, I rested my chin on my knees. What was there to say anyways?

"Just because war takes life from you doesn't mean you can't stop fighting," Keegan made my eyes widen.

Releasing my knees and standing up angrily, I pointed my finger at Keegan, who had sat back in slight fear. "I'm not the one who even wanted to be in this war! My life was fine and dandy the way I had it planned. But then you stupid Ghosts had to come and ruin it! My mother is dead because of you! So don't talk to me about not fighting! I've fought this whole time, Keegan!"

Keegan waited a moment before sighing and replying to my outbreak of anger and sadness. "I understand you're upset. I hope you know that we didn't drag you into this war, you were chosen as a target for Rorke. Being an army, we can't just let an innocent human being die like that. So Hailey, don't just blame the first person you see. You're in pain from losing your mother, I understand."

"You wouldn't understand!" I raised my voice and crossed my arms.

"Why do you think that?" Keegan stood and raised his eyebrow.

"Because y-"

"My mother died giving birth to me and my father shipped me off to military school when I was eight. I got a letter saying that my father had died when I was ten. You really think I don't understand now?" Keegan talked calmly and softly.

"I-I'm so sorry Keegan. That's horrible," I looked down in shame.

"You didn't know," Keegan pointed out. "It's alright."

"But I still think you don't understand the pain I'm feeling about losing my mother," I continued to look at the floor. "It feels as if I am being crushed by a huge semi truck. And no matter how hard I try," I released my breath, "it won't move from my crushed lungs."

Before I could say anything else, Keegan wrapped his arms tightly around me and squeezed me tight. I thought I was going to die of having no air, but he released his grip somewhat.

"I miss her so much. I miss having my old friends, family, pets, and just my life in general. I miss being able to get up in the morning and getting ready for work without a care in the world. The crap in Afghanistan was always in my head, but I never thought the war would actually come for me. I mean, why me?" I whispered against Keegan's hard chest.

Keegan's breath against my head made me relax and he whispered. "I'm proud of you. You have survived a lot and you still end up being the same girl I met you as in the end of anything bad. You're a strong ass woman and I can't help but admire you. I want you to listen to my next words....you have been chosen for something. I don't know what it is yet- and neither do the others- but it's something we can't beat or survive without you. You are special Hailey and you need to try to accept that."

I could only close my eyes and rest my forehead against Keegan's as he said this. Keegan gripped my upper arms firmly and leaned his warm body closely to me. I loved the feeling of relaxation that came to me when he did this.

"So," Keegan pulled away from me. "Do you want to go and do something?"

"I don't know what, but sure," I actually cracked my first smile in a while.

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4 hours later

"Fuck you!" Hesh pushed Keegan away from him.

The two were playing a very famous game in the Ghost base: Two Lines. Why it was called that I didn't know, but I did know it was hilarious to watch. I sat next to Logan, who was sitting surprisingly close to me.

"I think they're both going to fall over soon," Logan leaned over and whispered into my ear.

Giggling, I agreed. "Ten bucks on Keegan."

"Deal," Logan smirked. "Ten on Hesh."

Two Lines was very easy to play. You drew two lines ten feet apart from one another and two more to the sides to make a spaced out square. The first person to step out or get pushed out by the other person loses that round. You make the square a foot smaller and the person who is still in the square gets five points. Hesh and Keegan were at five feet of space. Both of the men were heavy-set, so neither had moved an inch since they started pushing each other. I wondered if their bodies would ever give up.

"Do you remember when you were in Sick Bay?" Logan suddenly murmured.

"From the tower attack?" I wondered. "Yes, why?"

"Well," Logan rubbed the back of his neck. "When I was giving my blood to you, somehow I heard your thoughts. You said, 'Thank you Logan!' I freaked out, but Keegan or others didn't believe I had heard you. I've let it go, but now I feel your pull everywhere you go. Do you know what's happening?"

I watched Keegan and Hesh, thinking. "No," I said finally. "I didn't know it bothered you. I heard you praying in your head, though. D-Do you think we're connected?" I gulped.

"How is that possible?" Logan narrowed his eyes. "We aren't sharing brains and we definitely aren't related in any way. I'm so confused."

I felt Merrick's hazel eyes on me and I turned to gaze at him. His slight smirk told me something was up. Excusing myself from Logan, I quickly ran over to Merrick by the doorway of the control room. His gaze hid something I couldn't read.

"What?"

"You wanna go blow up Rorke's mansion in the mountains?" Merrick smirked at me.

"YES!" I yelled and the others turned in our direction.

"Go pack your bags, then," Merrick waved me off.

"Wait for me!" Keegan shouted, making Hesh fall on his butt, and then jogged into the building with me.

This was the best fucking day ever. I had a chance to go and blow up Rorke's house and possibly kill him if he was there. I swore on my own life that I would kill Rorke. If I had to die to do it, then I would. As long as Keegan and the others had to be done with the bastard.

My broken heart would be sealed tight if that ever happened.

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Sorry for such a looonnnnggg wait. I had some seriously bad writers block. It's kind of a short chapter, but be prepared for the next one......a LOT is going to happen.

It's summer now!!! YAYAYAYAYAY! I will update a lot more now that I have more time.

But I might be mean and make you wait! Mwuhahahahahaha! Just kidding....I'm nice!

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