This is an epilogue, because I could leave you all with a sad Roach, could i? Long note at the bottom!

Roach sat on one of the rec room couches three months later, listening to Archer and Toad argue about sniping tactics, while Meat and Chemo argued over a prank they were going to pull on Rook. Roach had a hand covering his eyes, and he thought about the past months. The first few days after Alison had left had been rough, with most of base camp sullen and moody, as well as silent. Ghost, though, pushed them back into their normal routine about a week later. Roach felt fine, the few missions that they had done ending successfully. Ghost had ordered more red sunglasses online, and now was sporting them full time. It made Roach realize how quickly things could go back to normal after they lost someone. For a sickening moment, Roach wondered if they would get over losing another member so quickly, but he pushed that thought aside. He groaned loudly in protest as Rocket came crashing his way after Worm punched him in the shoulder. Rook was pretty much the only one missing from the room. Suddenly, the doors came crashing open. It was Rook. Roach sat up. The man had an ecstatic look on his face. Roach looked at him, as did everyone else. Rook had an envelope gripped in one hand and was holding it above his head. "A letter?" Roach asked, getting to his feet. Rook shook his head, walking towards him. When he spoke, his voice was filled with excitement. "You don't understand! It has a different address, one from the United States!" Roach ran to meet the man, and was handed the envelope immediately. The paper was crisp white, the words penned in perfect, black ink. It was thick, obviously filled with paper. Roach tore it open as he sat on the couch, and the others crowded around him. Roach prayed that it was from Alison.

He slipped a piece of paper out. It was as white and crisp as the envelope. With shaky hands, Roach unfolded the paper. The words were written in a jet black ink, and the letters were formed perfectly. The only flaws were where there were miniscule blotches in the ink in circles, the result of tear drops. Roach read the letter aloud.

Dear Roach, Ghost, Archer, Toad, Meat, Chemo, Rook, Rocket, Worm, Royce, Scarecrow, and MacTavish,

I have so much to say, and only so much paper! First of all, I started to cry as soon as you all left. Nothing is the same without you guys. I know we went through a lot together, and it sucks without you. Anyway, it turns out the lady was really nice. A family heard what I had been through, and they just lost their kid who was a little bit older than me in a car crash. I feel so bad for them, but they adopted me, of all things! They are really nice people, and my new mom's name is Bethany Curtis and my new dad is Thomas Curtis. They told me that I could keep my old last name, but I figured that I had to keep my parents in my memory, but they wouldn't want me to be stuck in the past. So, my new name is Alison Curtis. How great is that? We live in Colorado. Actually, in a little piece of land right outside of Denver. It is so cool, but I can't describe it in words. I have pictures of my new parents and our house and yard (well, more of, land) attached to this. Anyway, that's all I have to say to all of you, because, well, I am not an interesting person! I am going to a new school soon. Oh, did I mention, I have an Xbox? That's so cool, and my parents bought me Call of Duty, but I am going to have to go through all the levels and prestige again. Oh well, more reasons to game! I am shipping a huge box of stuff, (you'll find out once you get it!) but it might come later than this little letter. You are in 'god damn Russia' as you put it, so I don't know how fast it takes mail!

Your friend,

Alison Curtis.

Roach smiled as he finished reading the letter aloud. It sounded like she was having a pretty good time. He reached his hand back into the envelope, and pulled out another piece of paper and a few pictures. He showed the pictures to everyone first. The first was of Alison, smiling, with a man and a woman on either side of her. The woman looked smiling, nice, and in comparison to Alison, about five foot nine. Her hair was a shiny brown with blondish streaks, and she had perfect, white, smiling teeth. She looked like someone from a movie. The man was about six feet tall with slightly spiky dark brown hair and a bit of rough stubble on his chin. He was smiling also, but his lips were pressed tight together. His dark blue eyes sparkled with joy, but he looked thoughtful and collected, but someone who could also be a lot of fun. The next picture was of sweeping countryside, dark green pine trees and light grass in dappled sunlight. The backdrop was a clear blue sky, and tall gray mountains capped in white. A few of the guys let out soft whistles, and a few were still smiling from the letter. Archer was the first to speak up. "That looks nice." Roach nodded, and pulled out the last picture. It was of Alison high up in a tree, smiling and waving at the camera. She was leaning with her back against the tree just as Roach had. It appeared as if in one hand, between two fingers, she was holding something. Roach looked closer, and said "No way" under his breath. He could feel the weight of the other guys pressing in to get closer, to see what he saw. Archer was the first one to laugh, then Meat joined in as well. It only took a few moments for the rest of the men to get it as well. Roach couldn't help but smile as he looked at the picture. Between her two fingers was a cockroach.

The laughter didn't die down anytime soon. Roach thought to himself about what a sense of humor she had. Going up a tree, and hanging out there with a cockroach. A roach, just like himself. He smiled and shook his head. He passed the picture out to the guys, who all took turns looking and laughing. The letter and the picture were all passed around in turn, words and laughter being passed around as well. They returned the letter to Roach as well as the pictures and dispersed back to their various activities. Roach hadn't told them or showed them the other piece of paper, though. The one with his name only on it. He sat down in the farthest corner of the rec room and read it over.

Dear Roach,

Hey, Roach! What's up? The other letter was kind of shallow, I know. It sounds like I took to it all pretty well. To tell the truth, it was kind of a shock. I got to the airport in the US and there was already a family waiting for me. The lady told me it was a 'surprise' and that 'it usually didn't work that way, but I was an exception' because of what happened to me. Figures, but I am cool with it. My mom is really cool, all nice and motherly, and never strict. Well, I never give her a reason to be strict in the first place! My dad is also pretty cool, he is really smart and thoughtful. He reminds me of Ghost a bit, because he is kind of drawn back and swears. I don't mind though, anything to remind me of you guys. As for our house, it is pretty big. I have my own room, and that is pretty much where I spent my first day in shock. It was all so fast. I was kind of drawn back the first week, but they are actually really nice people. They said I can call them "Bethany" and "Tim" for now, but I started calling them mom and dad right away. I also have a counselor/therapist person I am going to. She is really nice, and we talk about how things are going over. I have been telling her about you guys (Just how you act, not the base at all. I wouldn't give away classified crap like that!) And she says she thinks it would be cool to meet you. Anyway, my life is pretty cool. I am starting school soon, I just need to get settled first. As for what will be in the box, it is cookie mix, and cake mix, and a whole bunch of other mixes. My mom (Bethany) taught me. You put all the dry ingredients for a recipe in a jar, then attach the recipe and instructions on the jar, so all you have to do is add butter or something, mix, and bake. I knew you liked sweet stuff. Anyway, I thought that you would like the picture of me in the tree with the cockroach. You got it right away, I bet. Anyway, not much else to say without being self-centered. And yes, not goodbye.

See you again,

Alison Curtis

Roach blinked away a tear of happiness. He was happy, and he was happy. For all he cared, the world could be ending right now, but it didn't matter. They were both happy.

Now, in all honesty, this is the end. THe very end, no more. But, as a promise, there will be an sequel! More on that later though. Right now, I would like to thank Queenkhs, for being my first reviewer and constant reviewer, as well as constant support. I love you so much, and in so many ways! You are the reason I kept this going. You also helped me get over my first flame, and keep on writing, so, thank you more than you ever can imagine. (Everyone else, please check out her stories! They are amazing!) Thank you CODxbossx for being my second reviewer, though not constant. We shared many nice PM's, didn't we? Thank you for being so cool. Dustman, once again, you rock. One of my best reader and reviewers. Always appreciative, and it is nice that you are so connected with the characters. I hope the sequel pleases you. Thank you SuzySlasher, my first flamer. Yes, I am thanking my first flamer. It was only partially about my story, instead about I comment I made on Roach not being gay. I also thank all the other (Four in total) flamers. Yes, once again, I am thanking flamers. You guys are the reason that I am able to smile about my writing. No matter how mad I am momentarily at the comment, I know that a flame is nothing more than anger, jealousy that their writing isnt that good (Not that mine is good, that is just how they think), and reminding me that I am better than that. The feeling that I get in my chest reminds me why I never do that to another persons story. Thank you UniqueBeing for being fun, emotional, sporadic, and everything else I can think of in all of your reviews and PM's, You are a lovely person, and I am glad that you enjoy my story this much, and that you are eager for the sequel. Thank you Nioba, I think, you probably rank right up there in the best of them. You corrected me in my mistakes in a polite and constructive manner, while giving me information that I have not lived first hand (Such as drinking and holding such a rifle) while being polite. Also, for giving me suggestions on my tokens for Alison. They will return in the sequel, I promise you! Also, for the suggestions, I regret that I am not able to fix them. Well, I am able to, its just that I am betaless at the moment, and I don't really have the time to go over everything because I have a very busy life, not to mention working on pleasing you all by updating constantly! Now for the part about the sequel. It will be about the same characters (duh), and there will be plenty of twists to throw you off. I don't know what I am going to call it, as a general overview for you all to help me, it is about Alison going to visit them as part of her counseling/therapy to adjust to her new life. On the way, the helicopter is captured by Makarov and the guys come to rescue her, but there are a few twists. They are all stranded in the woods together, with no means of returning home. Now, title ideas are welcome. First chapter will be up tonight! Now is the time to subscribe to author alerts, due to the fact that this story will no longer be updated! So, if you want to be up to date on the other things I write, subscribe Thank you all, you all make my life amazing! I am glad that you enjoyed "Unmaksing Ghost" , and have a very nice rest of the day.

For the last time in this story,

Dancing Tiger, out!