Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 9

KEEGAN

I cross my arms and look out the window. Whatever Rorke did, and wherever he took the boys, it can't end well. I sigh.

"I hate waiting around like this," I mutter. Merrick walks up behind me.

"Keegan, what do you expect to do about it? The Walkers are all the way down in South America. We have no firepower to even scratch Rorke's forces, and even if we did, there's only three of us."

I turn around and shake my head.

"Merrick, they're Ghosts. We're Ghosts. We don't give up. Especially when another Ghost's life is on the line." I say determinedly, and Merrick sighs. Kick walks in and stands next to me.

"Keegan is right. We have to save Hesh and Logan."

Merrick takes a deep breath.

"Okay. What do you think we should-"

A canister rolls into the room on the floor, and my eyes widen.

"MOVE!" I yell, but the canister suddenly expels a green gas, and we start coughing.

The gas works its way into my lungs, burning inside. I cough harder and choke a bit, tears in my eyes from the sting. Kick falls to the ground, then Merrick.

I stumble a little and grab the edge of the table as my eyes swim.

Then the gas finally takes its toll, and I fall to the floor.

19 Hours Later

"Sergeant Keegan P. Russ. One of the three Ghosts left. The once unbeatable, youngest, most amazing Marine there ever was. Now, look at him. So weak."

My eyes slowly open, and I raise my head. My hands are tied behind me, and I look up to see Rorke staring at me.

He bends down and smiles.

"How's it going, Keegan?" He says with a smirk, and I narrow my eyes.

"Fuck off, asshole," I growl, and Rorke smirks.

He looks to my left, and I turn to see Merrick and Kick tied next to me, with gags in their mouths.

Kick looks at me wide-eyed, and I turn back to Rorke.

"What the hell do you want, Rorke? You already took Hesh and Logan." I say with a bite, and Rorke nods.

"Yes. I did. Now you're here with them. Welcome to South America." He says, and I look around, noticing just now the jungle trees that surround us, and the many Federation soldiers that stand with their guns trained on me.

I raise my eyebrow.

"Okay...so we're here in your base. Where are the Walkers?" I ask roughly, and Rorke crosses his arms and smiles.

"Oh, you'll see them soon, don't worry." He says, then he turns to one of the soldiers.

"Keep an eye on them. I'll be back." He says, and he walks off towards one of the buildings.

The soldier trains his gun on me, and I turn towards Kick and Merrick.

"Are you guys okay?" I ask, and they both nod. I meet Kick's eyes, and his fear is shown clearly.

Swinging my gaze to Merrick, I startle when I see him glare at me and the obvious "I told you so" in his eyes.

I shrug my shoulders.

"Well, how the hell was I supposed to know that they already knew where we were?" I ask defensively, and Merrick rolls his eyes.

Then he looks behind me, and I turn to see Rorke walking back, dragging Logan behind him, resisting strongly.