Disclaimer: I do not own Call of Duty or any of the characters within the game. I only own Melody "Jinx" Rodgers and Ana "Frost" Thompson. Any of the story line that seems familiar, I most likely do not own. This story will pretty much follow the story of Modern Warfare 2.

LOCATING...
Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley
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REROUTING...

LOCATING...
Lieutenant Melody "Jinx" Rodgers

LOCATED.
Lieutenant Melody "Jinx" Rodgers
Task Force 141
Task Force 141 Base
Location Classified.

Jinx watched Ghost's balaclava covered face as he began the quick debrief. She took the word's the best she could, but her thoughts were a jumbled mess. She had lost a lot of blood from her injury, but she would never flat out admit that she was still hurting. Though Jinx did a good job at hiding her pain, Ghost could tell by the way she was acting that she was still in pain. Jinx took in a pained breath, her chest was aching as if an elephant was sitting on it. She didn't say anything, just continued to listen to her superior's words. She'd be damned if she let him know just how much pain she was in.

"They'll be gone for awhile." Ghost summed up, "You don't look so hot, Jinx."

"Dunno what you're talking about. I'm fine." Jinx attempted to sit up, but let out a quiet hiss of pain, mentally cursing herself for the show of weakness.

"Yeah. Fine. I'm sure."

"Shut up. Just help me sit up."

Jinx held back her blush as Ghost helped her sit up. She didn't like being babied, and she absolutely hated feeling worthless. There was nothing she hated more than being on bedrest.

"Thanks." she grumbled, "You tell MacTavish and you're dead."

Ghost raised his hands up in defense, "I wasn't going to tell him anything."

Jinx still crossed her arms and grumbled childishly. Her eyes flicked around the room as she looked at anywhere but her First Lieutenant.

"You feeling alright?"

"Fine. Why do you ask?" Jinx looked back to Ghost's face.

"Because you look like the living dead."

"Feel like it too. It's not every day you get sliced open by sheet metal."

Ghost snorted while Jinx cracked a small smile. She was a bit surprised to see her fellow lieutenant show any sign of humor. Usually, he was stoic and serious. Jinx decided that it wasn't worth the effort to get mixed up in the emotions of another person in her task force. She didn't need that drama in her life.

"Anyways. Onto the important stuff. When can I leave?" Jinx asked.

"You'd have to ask the doc. I don't know for sure. I've been in the debrief room for the past hour." Ghost responded.

Jinx sighed, "I hate being stuck here."

"We all do."

Before Jinx could reply, a knock came on the door before it was opened. The doctor stood in the doorway.

"Oh thank god," Jinx made eye contact with the doctor, "When can I leave?"

"Well," the doc began, "Your wound needs to heal some more. Any sudden movement and you'll tear open your stitches. I'd say at least a week until you're able to leave."

"A week!? But I've got to train! I'll lose muscle mass and endurance strength. I can't stay here for that long."

"You need to take it easy. If you throw yourself into training and exercise, you'll damage more in the long run."

Jinx sighed again, not happy with the words. But she knew better than to go against the doctor's words.

"Other than your wound, it seems as if you're healing all right. Your vitals look normal. We'll continue to monitor them and hope that with time, you'll heal up quickly."

Jinx nodded silently, still upset about the bed rest.

"Thanks, doc." Ghost answered for her, looking at his bedridden Second Lieutenant.

The doctor nodded and left the room.

"So," Ghost started up after a few seconds of silence, "Cards?"

Jinx raised an eyebrow but nodded anyway.

"I'll be back."

Jinx tried to make herself a bit more comfortable while waiting for the First Lieutenant to reenter the room. She spent her time thinking over how hard she'd have to train once she was out of the med bay. Getting back to her original physical strength would take awhile. The longer she had to wait, the longer it would take to build back up her stamina. Jinx could only hope that it wouldn't take that long. She hoped that she'd heal quickly like the doctor thought she would.

Jinx was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't notice the door opening again. Looking up, she saw that Ghost was back. But this time he had a pack of cards in one hand.

"What games do you know?" Ghost spoke first.

"Oh quite a few. Blackjack, gin, solitaire, war, Texas hold em. If you're feeling a bit childish I know how to play go fish and garbage as well." Jinx sassed.

Ghost snorted before sitting down to shuffle the cards.

"So? What're you in the mood for?"

"Gin?"

"Let's do it. Just be prepared for me to kick your ass."

"You can try."

After their friendly banter, the lieutenants started the fierce competition of their game. Words were minimal as the two competed against each other for a couple of hours. It was only when Jinx began to yawn that Ghost started to hint at her going to bed. After some nagging, she finally complied. He packed up the cards and helped her lay down into a more comfortable position.

"Night Ghost," Jinx mumbled, lethargic from the sleep plaguing her brain.

"Night."

Ghost left the room quietly to let Jinx sleep. Before she knew it, Jinx succumbed to the blackness of sleep.