Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 4

RORKE

Loading my gun, I slip it into the holster strapped to my leg. A Federation soldier, whose name I don't care enough to remember, comes walking up to me.

"Sir, what should we do about the Ghosts?" He says, and I smirk.

"We'll give them a little taste of Hell." I spin to face him and point outside.

"Get the tanks ready to move. We move out in twenty minutes." I say, and he nods, then rushes out the door. I turn and look at the wall, leaning on the table pushed against it. I stare at the board with the pictures of the Ghosts on it.

Ajax, Elias, Merrick, Keegan, Kick.

I've killed two of them, Ajax and Elias. The red X's on their photographs signify that.

Strings connect from their pictures to all the other Ghosts and create a web between them all. A Ghosts mask hangs between their pictures, and one string leads from it, down to the center, where all the other lines lead.

One picture.

Hesh Walker.

I narrow my eyes as I stare at his face. He's been on my ass, always looking for me, behind the backs of the Ghosts.

Looking for Logan and me.

He's the one who called in the order to destroy the train with ODIN.

7 months ago, that kid killed my plan.

But I took his brother. Tried to mold him to my purposes.

But seeing Hesh, it made Logan revert back to a Ghost.

My fist clenches as my eyes narrow, glaring at his picture. I grit my teeth, then whip out my knife and stab it into the wall, right through Hesh's picture.

I will bring him down.

I killed his father, I'll kill him, too.

I walk over to the same Federation soldier. I think his name is Santiago. He and others are loading up in the tanks and checking their weapons.

"Santiago," I say, and he looks up. I guess it is his name. He jumps down from the tank and walks over to me.

"Yes, sir?" He asks, and I cross my arms, looking around.

"I see you've gotten all the forces together. Good job. Let's get going." I say as we start to walk to the Jeep. Santiago glances over at me, then straight ahead.

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, how are we going to attack? The beachfront is too heavily guarded."

I shake my head.

"The beachfront is already being held by our forces. We're in an equal battle with their forces. No, we'll come through No Man's Land again. But this time, we force our way through. I'll tell you the target once we get moving. Now let's roll out!" I shout, and the men start running to their tanks.

Stepping up into the Jeep, I lean on the bars of the frame, looking ahead. Santiago sits behind the wheel, turning the key in the ignition and firing it up.

"Go," I say, and he nods. We start to drive out of the compound, the tanks following us.

As we drive down the road, I turn and put my finger to my earpiece.

"Tanks, report in," I demand, and I hear the number of responses.

"Cobra One."

"Cobra Two."

"Cobra Three."

"Cobra Four."

"Cobra Five."

"Cobra Six."