Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 51

2 April 2029

0743 hours

Cody

Walking down the hall, I sigh.

Everything is so messed up now.

Six days ago, the Federation bombed West Point Military Base, killing so many of the soldiers there.

And, along with them, they killed the best Ghost there was, Keegan Russ.

After having no base to reside in, the medic Clark Hampson informed us of an Air National Guard base up in Bangor, Maine. Taking the few Jeeps that actually survived, the remaining soldiers and the Ghosts all travelled to the base.

Now, with everything that's happened, all the soldiers are on edge. But Logan and Merrick, them more than anyone. Logan watched over David like a hawk after he was injured, making sure his friend stayed alive. David pulled through quickly. It seems like both he and Logan have someone watching over them.

I shake my head, thinking of the other soldier who was injured right then.

Trent.....what the hell happened?! He just all of a sudden seemed to get stabbed, then he was choking on blood, then he was on the ground, almost dead. No one has any idea what happened, but Trent was babbling on about someone he killed.

Logan seems to tense up whenever I bring up the subject. I don't know what happened to him, but maybe he knows something.

Stopping in front of the door, I hesitate, then open the metal door, walking into the med ward. Clark turns around to meet my eyes.

"Cody. What are you doing down here?" He asks, and I shrug, then walk over to him. Looking down at the man he treats, I let out a deep breath, then look to Clark.

"How is he?" I ask, and Clark bites his lip, glancing down at the bloodied bandages on the floor, and the pale, hardly breathing body residing the cot.

"Not good. I have no idea what happened to him. What this almost seems like.....I mean, he said that...."

Clark stops, and I raise my eyebrow. Pulling over a chair, I sit down, staring at the medic.

"Hampson? What is it?" I ask curiously, and Clark frowns, then slowly raises his eyes to meet mine. He glances to the side at his patient, then back to me.

"He said that it was Hesh...." He responds slowly, and my eyes widen.

"What?! How is that possible?! No. He's just delirious. Hesh is-"

I stop myself, finding that I'm unable to say the word. Clark shakes his head.

"Trent seems terrified. Whenever Logan comes in to see how he's doing, he tenses up, his eyes fill with fear, and he starts sputtering out to Logan about his brother's death, and how he's sorry, and he regrets what he did, and-"

Clark takes a deep breath, then shrugs. He frowns slightly, then looks up at me.

"What...what if he actually.... What if it actually was Hesh Walker?" He asks slowly, and my eyebrow raises, then a smile breaks out on my face, and I chuckle.

"You almost had me, Clark. I mean, you, of all people, really think that a ghost stabbed Trent? Yeah..." I shake my head with a grin, but when I look up, my grin immediately disappears when I see Clark's serious face.

He shrugs.

"I mean.....there's no proof that something like that isn't possible, which means that this actually could be possible..." He states with uncertainty. I open my mouth to say something, then the door opens, and David and Logan walk in. Logan meets my eyes and raises his eyebrow.