Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 52

3 April 2029

0802 hours

Trent

Groaning, I slowly open my eyes, half letting the light in. Blinking back the pain, I take in a breath of air through my gritted teeth.

"Trent."

A voice from beside me says, and I tilt my head to see that medic, Clark, looking down at me.

"How are you feeling?" He asks me, and I raise my eyebrow. With a slight smirk, I chuckle.

"Oh, Clark, I'm feeling great. Fit to be right back in the field, ready to kick some ass." I retort, and Clark rolls his eyes.

"Funny, Trent. Real funny. I'm serious. I see your sarcasm is still intact, and it seems like you can talk fine. Can you sit up?" He asks, and I frown.

"Do I really have to?" I ask with displeasure, and Clark sighs.

"Just try to sit up, loud mouth."

I narrow my eyes at him, then slowly prop myself up on my elbow. With a forced groan, I push myself up into a sitting position, sitting back to lean my hands behind me, keeping me upright. I meet Clark's eyes with intensity.

"There. I'm sitting up. Happy?" I remark with a derogatory tone. Clark nods with a grin.

"Yes."

I huff out a breath, then lean back against the wall, closing my eyes.

"So, dare I ask why you checked if I could talk, or if I could sit up, or how I'm feeling. I doubt you're just checking for my well being." I voice, and Clark sighs.

"First of all, I do care about your well being, I'm a goddamn medic. Second, you need to answer some questions, Brenner. Logan and David will be down soon." He informs, and I let out a groan.

"I knew it. But you know what? I guess you do deserve some answers." I say, and Clark nods. The door opens, and I glance up to see Logan walk in, followed by David.

Logan meets my eyes, and I immediately avert them. Every single time I look at him, his eyes remind me of Hesh. I never thought I would feel sorry for doing what I did, but now, seeing what my actions did to Logan, and experiencing.... whatever.... happened by Hesh, I can't think the same way ever again.

Logan walks over, sitting down on the bunk next to me, David standing next to him. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I slowly glance up to see Logan staring at me, but not harshly or resentfully. Instead, his eyes are soft, almost.....caring?

"Trent, listen. I just want to ask a few questions." He says calmly, and I sigh.

"What do you want to know?" I ask reluctantly, and Logan sits back slightly, leaning his elbows on his knees, raising his hands to lean his chin on his fists.

"When did you start working with the Federation?" He asks, and I raise my eyebrow.

"What do you mea-"

David takes a deep breath, glaring at me.

"He means when did you betray your troops, you assho-"

Logan turns to look at him with a scolding glance, and David frowns, then nods. Logan swings his head back to me.

"When did you join up with them?" He asks again, and I bite my lip.

"Right after the attack on Santa Monica. That's when Davis, Ramon and I left." I respond, and Logan nods then sighs.

"Can you tell me why you joined up with them?" He asks, and I hesitate, avoiding his eyes. Finally, I take a breath.

"It wasn't really a personal choice...." I say quietly.