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Ghost looked at the photo of the team, Soap, Price, Alexis, Roach, and himself. This was before Kingfish… before they lost Price and Alexis. Ghost was thrown back in to the memory… Price staying on the field and the helicopter was about to take off, Soap shouting at him. Ghost remembered the look she gave him as she jumped out of the back and ran over to help Price. Soap stopped shouting and the others just stared after them as they took off, the shooting below intensified then stopped… they left them behind.
Ghost never brought himself to tell Alexis the way he felt about her, it would have freaked Soap out, but he had moved on now. Lucy, was the new Sargent, only joined a few weeks ago; she immediately took a shine to Soap, and they started dating soon after. Ghost disliked her; she was obnoxious, arrogant, and thought she was god’s gift to the world. He felt she was trying to replace Alexis. Though that wouldn’t happen, she was nowhere near as good; daddy got her in to the Task force. He also felt a slight lack of respect for Soap now too; he had told Alexis that he could never like anyone else in the same way.
Even though a couple of years had passed, Ghost had always felt that she was out there somewhere, and she would have her heartbroken finding out that he had moved on.
He was happy that Soap, and Roach were out in Russia. As it left him to have some down time, but also it meant that he was stuck at the base with Lucy and a few of the others.
“What you doing?”
Ghost tucked the photo in to one of his pockets “That’s none of your business”.
Lucy frowned “What was that?”
“Just a picture” He muttered.
“What picture?” She kept pestering him.
“It was the one of the old team, with Price and Alex. You know the two people who sacrificed themselves for our survival.” He snapped at her.
“Why are you always so weird with me? I only asked” She asked.
“They were good people, and it shouldn’t have happened. They were both great Captains” He sighed.
“Was she? John only talks about Price, and even then it’s not often” She sat down next to him.
“Was Alexis a good leader? Of course she was; more experienced than MacTavish, how can you not know this?” He looked at her confused. “She’s the daughter of Imran Zakhaev; she dealt with more in those few years than you will your whole life.”
“Why doesn’t he talk about her then?” She continued to pester him.
“Alexis and Soap were together since Al-Asad died, up until Kingfish, when she chose to help Price in keeping some of the pressure off our heli, and we left without them. We don’t know what happened” He told her.
“So they’re dead then?” She said casually.
“How about you show some respect, they would have been your superior officers, and if they had come with us we wouldn’t have needed to bring you here” He got up and left, heading to his room.
What’s wrong with these people? I hope they get back soon; I want to know what’s going on. Ghost thought as he took of his mask and sunglasses. He put them on the desk next to another photo; just of him and Alexis. They were already good friends, though Ghost couldn’t help but want more… If I ever see you again Alex, I promise that I’ll tell you, and I’ll never do what Soap has done.