Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 42

22, March 2028

0300 hours

Keegan

I quietly pack my backpack, looking around at the sleeping soldiers.

I sigh. Glancing to the side, I see David sleeping in the bunk next to mine, and then my eye falls on Logan's mask on the floor.

Picking it up, I stuff it in the front pocket of my bag. I pull on my jacket and then clip on my vest. Wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, I pull on my hat, finally pulling on my tactical gloves.

Finishing packing, I sling my bag onto my shoulder, then pick up my sniper rifle and my MK.

One great thing about being in an actual army base again, I must say, is having access to all the resources I need. Last night I grabbed a large amount of ammunition, some rope, a tarp, my bedroll, filled my canteen with water, I have three tactical knives, and two flares. Amongst other various supplies, I'm completely ready to go out after Logan.

I know it'll be hard to find him, but I have to try. I know him better than anyone, besides Hesh. I need to find him. I can't just let him abandon us.

Walking out of the barracks, carefully navigating so as not to wake anybody, I quietly open the door, then spin around to make sure it closes noiselessly. Turning back to the compound, I see that overnight a light dusting of snow has fallen.

It makes the ground and the air beautiful, still falling very lightly. But this will make it easy for me to be followed. They'll see my footprints.

Shaking my head, I run over towards the wall. Running up the stairs, I stop at the top and then climb up on the edge of it. Taking a deep breath and glancing over my shoulder at the compound and the light provided by the many spotlights, I sigh.

Then, heaving one last breath, I jump over the barbed wire topping down the nineteen feet to the ground. I tuck and roll, scrambling to my feet.

Looking ahead, my grip on my gun tightens.

One last glance over my shoulder at West Point makes my chest tighten, but I need to find my little brother.

Sprinting along the rocky water's edge, I make my way away from my soldiers and hopefully towards my brother.

0500 hours

Running through the broken down city, my eyes sweep the ground for any sign of footprints or trace of any movement.

But I come up with nothing.

I'm miles away from the base by now, and I still haven't come across a single footprint or broken branch or anything that Logan could have left.

Slowing to a stop, I groan.

Goddamnit.

He really doesn't want to be found.

But I can't give up. He's my brother.

And I have to fix the rift that I created between the two of us. It's my fault he's gone. So it's my responsibility to bring him back.

I take a breath and continue through the buildings on the broken road.

I can't help but think this looks like Santa Fe. I shudder, thinking back to the wolves, and the deep scars that now cover my shoulder and side. But there aren't any wolves here. It's still close enough to the base for no wild animals to really be around.

Plus, the constant screaming jets overhead must drive them away.

There are deer, though. I've seen about ten since I left the base.