Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 48

1110 hours

Trent

David holds me down, and I sigh, glaring at him. The two soldiers on either side of him stand attentive, but David shakes his head, glancing back at them.

"Go. I've got this son of a bitch." He growls, and the soldiers share a skeptical look, then reluctantly obey.

David looks back down at me with hate in his eyes, and I smirk.

"Son of a bitch, huh? How 'bout the person who killed your best friend by sending a jet after the both of you?" I taunt, and David's eyes widen, then narrow in hate.

He swings at me, his fist connecting straightly with my cheek. I flinch slightly, then chuckle.

"You're not getting him back, David. Just like Tyler."

His eyes widen, and I know I hit a nerve.

"How...how do you know about him?..." His voice is fearful, and I snicker.

"Michael told me about what happened. Sounds pretty traumatizing. Sucks that something so traumatising happened to you twice ." I mock, and David's breath grows heavy, holding back his rage.

He bites his lip, looking back towards Keegan's body, and Logan sitting up, having just been helped by John. He shakes his head, and I can see tears on the edge of his eyes.

Smirking, I suddenly reach up and grab him in a chokehold, covering his mouth with my hand so as not to make a sound.

He struggles in my hold, but no sound comes from his mouth, and none of the soldiers happen to see us.

I start to drag him towards the dock, and David's eyes widen. He pushes against me, but I tighten my hold.

Pulling the gun from the holster on his leg, I hold the cold muzzle to his head.

"Now just stay still, David, and this'll all play out fine." I hiss in his ear.

Turning my gaze on the soldiers, I grin.

"HEY, LOGAN!!!" I yell, and all heads turn on me, then eyes widen.

Logan bolts to his feet, eyes filled with fear as he meets David's gaze. Smirking, I shake my head.

"Man, three times in one day do I have the Boston soldiers with a gun to their head. I think that may be a new record." I taunt, and Michael looks up at me, eyes narrowed.

"TRENT, SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!" He shouts, and I roll my eyes.

"You know, Preston, I knew that you were gonna team back up with them when we came to Boston. Doesn't matter now, though. I've got what I want right here." I say, looking down at David, pushing the gun to his side where the bandage still wraps from his previous wound. David winces, and Logan starts forward.

"Trent, PLEASE!! Leave him alone!!!" He yells, and I glance down at David, then back up at Logan.

"Why? Is he your new Hesh? The weak excuse of a Walker boy?" I ask jauntily, and Merrick's eyes narrow.

"Trent, you son of a bitch, don't you dare talk about him that way!" He defends resentfully, and I smirk.

David struggles in my grasp, but I tighten my hold on him again. Slowly backing down the dock towards the end, I meet Logan's eyes as the other soldiers stand restlessly.

Boring deep into Logan's gaze, I grin sinisterly.

"So. Logan. How many friends have you watched die in front of you? I'd say about eighty-five percent of the Ghosts, am I right?" I pry, and Logan's fists clench.