COD Ghosts: Bonds

Prologue: Let the Nightmare Begin

As Rorke dragged me across that beach away from Hesh, the fear of what he would do to me wasn't what went through my head, it was the fear of never seeing Hesh again, or even worse, that I wouldn't be me the next time I did. After Rorke was finished with me I would no longer be "Logan Walker", just some brainwashed nut job running around with an insane vendetta against the world. I already knew what awaited me, but even that couldn't prepare me for what I was about to endure. The last thing I remembered was Hesh calling for me and a blunt pain that brought my world into darkness.

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"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty! I want you awake when I put you in that hole."

A groan left my chapped lips as I opened my eyes only to close them again as light glared into them. It wasn't until a gruff hand snagged me by my bangs that I recalled where I was and who was barking in my face.

"-You listening, boy?! Or do I have to kill your brother too to get your attention", Rorke snapped, yanking my head back sternly

At the mention of Hesh, I swung the bastard a good one that sent him reeling, not noticing until now that my one good arm wasn't bound. Just as I tried to make a run for it, the butt of a gun rammed mercilessly into my abdomen and a hard right from one of Rorke's lackeys knocked me to the ground.

I was still slightly disoriented, but I could clearly hear the ex-Ghost's booming laughter,"Keep it up! We'll need that fire when we go to take down your brother. Hell, I'd be surprised if Merrick can hold his own against you. You're gonna be the damn hunter when I'm through with you."

Before I knew what was happening two federation soldiers took me by each arm and dragged me a short ways before throwing me.

I felt the air leave my lungs as my back collided none too softly against hard, muddy ground. I grappled with the soaked dirt for several minutes until I finally caught my breath and noticed that Rorke had joined me, a leering grin on the bastards' face.

"Before I go though," without warning he grabbed my arm and twisted it back into place,"Can't have a lame soldier now, can we? Need you in the best condition we can have you, partner." I didn't allow myself to scream, not for Rorke, but I'd be damned if I didn't say it hurt like hell.

I watched as Rorke shimmied up the rope ladder dropped just for him before it was pulled back over the ledge, leaving me alone in this damned pit.

I almost relaxed, thinking I could just crawl my way out once my arm had healed, but then a barred top slid over the mouth of my hell.

I was trapped, and this was just the beginning of my nightmare.