Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 11

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"Look, the Ghosts are being attacked. Murdered. Destroyed. We need to help them, at least the ones close by." I say urgently, and he sighs.

"We can't. We can't let Rorke know that we're here, or even around. He'll come after us." He says nonchalantly as he wipes down his gun, uninterested.

I grit my teeth and walk over to him, grabbing his gun from his hand and slamming it on the table.

I stare deep into his green eyes.

"Gavin, we have to help. We're GHOSTS. What if one of the Ghosts that is being attacked is Keegan?" I say, and Gavin snaps his head up, then shakes his head.

"He's in Santa Monica with the Stalker group, under Captain Merrick. He's nowhere near here." He says, but I shake my head.

"Gavin, I heard on the radio yesterday. The Fed base nearby. They captured three Ghosts and had already detained two more. They had brought them down from San Diego." I say grimly, and Gavin's eyes widen.

He stands up and walks over to the table, looking down at it.

He picks up his Ghost mask, staring at it.

"So...if...if it really is Keegan, what do we do?" He asks, and I shrug.

"He's one of us, Gavin. He's the youngest Ghost out of all of us! He was like our little brother! We have to find him! So we will go and find him." I state, and Gavin turns, eyebrow raised.

"Spike, do you even know how many Fed soldiers are going to be at that damn base?" He asks bitterly, and I nod, crossing my arms.

"Of course I do. I'm not stupid, Gav. But Keegan needs our help. We can use the Jeep and get going. Take the old access road."

Gavin sighs, then nods.

"You're nuts, you know that, right?" He mutters, and I smirk.

He pulls on his mask, and I pull mine up from where it rested on my neck.

Picking up my gun, I check the mag, then look up to meet Gavin's eyes.

His green eyes meet the steely blue-grey of mine, and I nod.

"Let's go."

SPIKE

Jumping in the Jeep, I turn the key as Gavin climbs in beside me.

He holds his gun at the ready as the engine starts, and I put the shift into drive. Pushing down the gas, we speed out of the abandoned Fed compound and down the access road.

"So what do we do when we find him?" Gavin shouts over the road noise, and I smirk.

"We get him the hell out of there."

Gavin frowns.

"And what about the other four Ghosts you said you heard about?"

I groan.

"One thing at a time."

Gavin sits forward, leaning on the front of the dash, staring at me.

"Spike, we can't be rash about this. We need to think things through." He says sternly, and I sigh.

The road turns bumpy as we travel through the thicker part of the jungle.

"Go straight at the intersection ahead," Gavin says, pointing ahead about 700 yards.

I nod.

"Hey, I know we have to think things through, but we also have to realize that Rorke hasn't exactly given us much of a choice but to act rash. Everything we do has to be spontaneous. He knows how we work. Besides, we can just act like Keegan did."