Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 20

One Week Later

HESH

I sit on the counter in the main room, staring over at Logan, who looks out the window, his mind wandering. I sigh.

We're bored. Nothing has been happening.

At all.

But there is an amazing relief that fills me.

Rorke is dead. Actually dead. A bullet in his skull.

But we lost Match. Slate and Cody just aren't the same. I can understand why. They lost one of their teammates. One they've had for twelve years. I'd be torn apart, too.

I actually know what they're going through. I lost my brother for seven months. I didn't even know if he was still alive. But I got him back.

The Shadows lost Match. He's not coming back. He's...gone.

I sigh heavily, then look back up at Logan.

"Hey," I say, but he doesn't even seem to hear me.

I frown, then turn around. Seeing a pen lying on the desk, I pick it up, turn back towards Logan, and smirk. I flick the pen to hit him right in the back of the head and he jolts in surprise, then whips his head towards me.

"OW! What the hell was that for?!" He shouts, and I raise my eyebrows in amusement, leaning my hands back on the counter, swinging my legs.

"I dunno. I called your name but you didn't look up. So I hit you with a pen." I say casually, and Logan glares at me. He picks the pen up from the floor and whips it at me. I duck out of the way just in time, the pen flying right by my face.

A determined, competitive look crosses my face, and my head slowly turns back to Logan.

"Okay," I say with a smirk, feeling around the desk behind me.

Logan frowns.

"Hesh, why-"

My fingers run over an eraser, and I smirk. Picking it up, I fling it at Logan, and it hits him in the forehead as he tries to bat it away.

He groans, and narrows his eyes.

"REALLY?!" He shouts irritably, and I shrug, grinning.

"Man, you gotta work on your reflexes." I suggest, and Logan grits his teeth.

"Shut up, David." He says, and I hold back a smirk, masking it with a straight face.

"Yeah? Make me." I taunt, and Logan walks over, grabs my arm, and pulls me off the counter. He pulls me into a headlock, and I chuckle.

"Hah! I knew that would piss you off." I snicker, and Logan frowns.

"What the hell do you want? Why are you bugging me?" He asks and I sigh, then twist away from him, looking into his eyes.

"Look, I've noticed you're bored, too. All you've done is sit around, just staring out the goddamn window. I was just trying to get you up." I say, and Logan sighs. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket, Logan leans back against the counter with a sad look on his face. I frown and walk to stand next to him. Nudging his shoulder a little, I raise my eyebrow.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask curiously, and Logan takes a deep breath, then looks to the side, down towards where Cody and Slate's rooms are.

"I just feel so bad for them." He then turns his head, looking down the other way, where the other Ghosts were, in the other waiting area at the end of the hall.