Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 47

1103 hours

Logan

I hug my knees close to my chest, rubbing the fabric of my pants between my fingers. My breath is shaky, and tears run down my face.

Looking over at all the soldiers, including the Ghosts, down on the beach, I bite my lip.

Leaning back a bit against the rock, my gaze slowly trains to the left to fall on the bloody body of my best friend.

My chest tightens, and my throat closes up.

"Keegan..."

More tears drip from my chin.

He can't be dead.....this has to be a dream..... please let it all just be a dream.

Shaking my head, I stand up, then walk away from the beach.

I need some air.

I kick at a rock with my boot as I stuff my hands in my pockets, walking along the edge of the crumbling wall.

"Why did it have to be him....." I mutter with a sigh.

"At least he's with Hesh." The words run dismally through my head.

A chuckle startles me, and I snap my head up to see a man in a Federation uniform step out from behind a tree, grinning sinisterly at me. He crosses his arms and smirks.

"Well, if it ain't Logan Walker." He says, and I startle at his Boston accent, then I raise my eyebrow.

"You...you know who I am?" I say nervously, slowly walking backward.

Then I hit something, and I stumble forward, turning around to see what I walked into. My eyes widen.

"Trent?!" I exclaim, and he grins.

"How's it goin', Logan?" He sneers, and I bite my lip.

The other man steps closer, and I feel my heartbeat quicken. Trent smirks.

"See, this attack was for a multitude of purposes. One, to get rid of the last base you have. Two, for Michael to get some payback." He says, nodding at him behind me. Then he looks back down at me.

"And third, to kill the Ghosts, specifically Keegan."

My eyes widen, and Michael snickers.

"I'd say that part went well. That kid finally got what was comin' to him."

I spin around furiously.

"DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT, YOU SHIT!!! HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND!!! MY BROTHER!!" I screech, and he laughs.

"Yeah? So were the soldiers here. But they left me. Left me when we were all looking for you. The Ghosts. On patrol, when the Feds attacked, they left me. And your friend David? He used to be my best friend. He was on patrol with me, but when the Feds grabbed me, he stared me straight in the eye, then ran. He RAN!"

My eyes widen. David left him behind? Why would he leave him?

I shake my head.

"I still don't see what I have to do with thi-"

Trent grabs my arm and pulls me close.

"You're the most valuable Ghost, Logan. They'll all do anything to make sure you're okay. David will do anything. So we're gonna use that to our advantage." He cackles, then he looks up at Michael.

"Take him. I'll go get our other friend."

Trent walks off a bit, and Michael grabs me harshly, holding a gun to my head. Glaring down at me, he frowns.