Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 16

HESH

I groan as my eyes groggily open, and I feel a pain in my head.

Ugh, it hurts. I go to rub my face, but I feel a restraint on my hand.

My eyes open fully, and I raise my eyebrow as I look down. Handcuffs trap my hands, and I frown, gritting my teeth.

"Are you shitting me?...." I mutter as I look around, sitting up. I'm in an entirely empty room with white walls, a heavy door on one wall, and no windows.

I suddenly realize what's going on, and I groan.

They locked you up. Feels familiar, doesn't it?

My eyes widen upon hearing that.

It's back.

I sigh, and I lean my head back against the wall.

"Really? You don't say." I retort, and the voice chuckles.

You didn't tell me to go away. So I'm guessing you either are finally accepting me or have nothing better to do.

I close my eyes and grit my teeth.

"I am NOT accepting you, nor will I ever. I just...I know that you're not going to go away. I try so hard to ignore you, but I can't." I say with a sigh.

That's because I am you, David. The Hesh that the Ghosts once knew is gone.

Looking down at the cuffs on my wrists, I realize it's right.

I'm not the same man.

Logan is scared of me.

The Ghosts don't trust me. That's why they locked me in this cell.

And I'm losing myself. Clenching my fists, I take a deep breath.

"I just want everything to go back to the way it was," I say wistfully, and the voice sighs.

Well, at this point, that's not going to happen. It can't be undone, David. You can't take back the times that you almost killed your brother.

My eyes widen, and I feel my chest tighten.

Or the time you shot Kick...

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to ignore him.

"Shut up!" I say harshly.

Or the fact that you couldn't save your father...

I try to calm myself, taking a deep breath.

"Shut! Up!" I hiss again.

Or save Logan from Rorke. You can't make him not fear you now. You can't take back all the things you've done against him. He's lost you, David. He's not getting you back.

My eyes shoot open, and I narrow them in hate.

"I SAID SHUT UP!!" I yell, slamming my hand on the ground, the handcuffs rattling. I breathe heavily, and stand up, stumbling as I feel lightheaded a bit.

I steady myself, then look around again. There's absolutely nothing in the room.

My eye catches a slight glint in the corner near the ceiling, and I look closely to see it's a camera.

I sigh and narrow my eyes.

"Hey, Merrick? You're a dick." I say, gesturing to the room.

"Also, were the handcuffs really fucking necessary?" I growl, pulling against them.