Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 43

27, March 2028

0715 hours

Keegan

I slowly open my eyes, blinking in the dull light. I prop myself up on my elbow and groan from the immediate pain.

Falling back, I grit my teeth, take a breath, then force myself to sit up. An agonizing pain shoots through my body as I do, but I push through it. I breathe hard, my hands planted firmly on the edge of the cot I was laid on.

I'm just in my tee shirt and clean cargo pants, my boots on the floor next to me. A bandage wraps around my arm, with a small dot of red where it bled through. I can feel tight bandages pressed on my back, and more wrapped around my leg.

Sighing, I close my eyes, trying to remember. I was looking for Logan....Federation scouts found me, but they weren't scouts, they were working for Trent-

My eyes widen.

Trent's still alive!

I'm so screwed. He wants me dead.

I don't know if he wants Logan hurt, but he's definitely targeting me.

Actually, he's probably going to target all the Ghosts now. Which is why it's imperative to find Logan.

I bend down with a groan, then grimace as I pull on my boots and lace them up. Sitting back up, I take a breath as I slowly stand up, falling back a few times. Finally, I manage to get to my feet, and I look around.

I'm in the infirmary at West Point. David must have brought me back here after he and Ryan and Jimmy found me.

But how long was I out?

Taking an unsteady step forward, I look up. I start towards the door, slowly and shakily, glancing around at some of the other soldiers in here.

I cringe when I see boys that are as young as I was when I first became a Ghost. Only eighteen. They must have been hurt in patrols or the searches for the Federation.

Closing my eyes, I curse the Feds. This war needs to stop. There are far too many people getting hurt.

One of the doctors looks up at me as I make my way towards the door, and he walks over to me.

"Russ, right?" He asks. He's about 32, with short buzzed dirty blonde hair. His eyes shine bright green, and I meet them with a nod.

"Yeah."

He smiles.

"I'm John. I was surprised to see you in here. One day here and one of the Ghosts is already in the infirmary. Man, you really are just like Holt said." He remarks, and I raise my eyebrow.

"Okay, first of all, Holt told you about me? And second of all, what did he say I was like?" I ask, and John chuckles.

"He said you were reckless but resilient and determined. And from what I've seen and heard, that sums you up to a T." He says with a smirk, and a smile creeps onto my face.

"Yeah....I've always been reckless. Resilient, sure. But determined is the truest of all. I will find my brother." I state, and John crosses his arms.

"Logan Walker?" He asks, and I nod, then sigh.

"Not exactly brother, but close enough. Best friend. And I'm the reason he left, which is why I have to find him." I say, and John shakes his head.

"Keegan, David told me that you're not going back out there any time soon. And I agree. After seeing and tending to your wounds, I can honestly say that you need to take it slow." He says, and I raise my eyebrow.