Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 37

Spike

Setting the charge, I step back a little, then press the activation. The door flies off its hinges, and I draw my gun. Jumping in the doorway, I raise it at the ready.

"Let Keegan go, Trent!" I shout at the man standing at the console, but my eyes widen when he turns around.

I almost drop my gun to the floor in shock.

"Th...Thrash...?" I utter quietly, and he smirks.

"Well. If it isn't Spike. Nice to see you again, buddy." He says casually, and I meet him with disbelieving eyes.

"No... You died... Keegan told us what really happened, and how you and Heath died-"

"He only thought I died. He never checked to see if I actually did. He left a Marine behind, Spike." He says with a distinct tone, and I grit my teeth.

"Where is he?" I growl, and Trent steps forward from behind Thrash.

"Honestly, you probably don't want to know." He says with an evil smirk, and my eyes narrow.

"WHERE IS HE?!" I yell, and Thrash pulls his gun.

"You won't live long enough to find out." He says coolly, and my eyes widen.

Then I take a deep breath and raise my gun.

Thrash rolls his eyes.

"What are you going to do, Spike? Shoot your Captain?" He asks, and I shake my head.

"No. I'm getting rid of the other pain in the ass in this room."

Spinning to Trent, his eyes widen.

"Spike, wait!" He shouts, but I shake my head.

"It's way too late for that, Trent. You and Davis killed Hesh, Slate, Sam, and Cameron. And you killed Gavin. My best friend. I won't let you live any longer." I state harshly, then I pull the trigger.

The bullet flies towards him, and with no time to react, Trent's wide eyes meet mine as he falls back, shot through the heart.

Turning slowly to Thrash, I narrow my eyes.

"Now, where is Sergeant Russ?" I ask, and Thrash raises his eyebrow.

"Oh yes. I forgot he's no longer Corporal or an irrational young man. Now he leads his friends into battle as Sergeant, giving everything to protect them, but yet he still managed to mess that up." he says with a smirk.

I clench my fists and resist every urge telling me to shoot him in the head.

"Thrash, just tell me where my friend is," I demand through gritted teeth.

Thrash glances to the side, to a metal door in the wall.

"See for yourself, Spike," he says nonchalantly as he turns to a panel on the console. He pushes a button, and the door slowly opens.

I raise my eyebrow at the thickness of it, almost seven inches.

As it fully swings open, I see an unmoving body lying on the ground, and my eyes widen. Dropping my gun and sprinting to him, I fall to my knees next to Keegan.

My eyes fill with fear when I see the blood-stained blade piercing his chest, and the various other injuries covering his body.

Spinning to Thrash, I narrow my eyes.

"YOU DID THIS!!" I yell furiously, and Thrash shrugs.

"Karma has a harsh way of dealing things out." He retorts, and my eyes burn with rage.