One

"Roach!"

"There's too many of them. You can't take them on all on your own. Get out of here while you still can."

"I'll come back for you, I promise."

"I know."

Gary watched as Ghost took off running. "Take care of yourself Ghost." He was grabbed roughtly by the men who had been chasing them. He fougth, hoping to give Ghost enough time to escape. He was dragged to their leader.

"Tell me, soldier. Do you know what happens to trespassers in my country?"

"No, but I have a feeling you're about to tell me." Gary thought.

"They are beaten. I'll consider granting you mercy if you simply tell me what your objective was."

Gary fixed the man with a weighted glare.

"Go to hell." He replied softly, too quitely for the man to discern his country of origin. He was one of the only people in the 141 who didn't wear a flag badge, pointing out that they were all brothers and therefore flags were not important. MacTavish had laughed at the comment. Then turned serious when he pointed out that if they were compromised on a mission, a flag patch would be a dead give away to their countries of origin and could spell diaster. Ghost then had commented that Gary should have been intelligence because of his ability to think ahead.

At that point, Gary had flushed and fallen quiet. It wasn't like he didn't love his home country, hell he was proud to belong to it. He just didn't want to cause problems for her if say terrorist got a hokd of him, like now. Gary wasn't afraid of these men, he'd do what was necessary to protect his 'brothers'. The man barked an order in a language Gary didn't understand. He was dragged to a tree and tied to a lower branch, arms above his head.

He took a breath and brace himself for what he knew was to come, torture.