Hello all, SpitfireUSN here with RedDawnShadow for a collab work! We had this idea while we were chatting and decided to make it happen, you'll know I'm talking when it's in bold and italics, I'll leave Red to tell you how you know it's her. Just to let you know, I haven't played the game yet… Anyway, I'm the one that likes to put the synopsis in the story itself so I'll go ahead and do that! Oh, and I do reviewer shout-outs too, just so you know!

Thanks for Reading, Fly High Aim Higher

~Spitfire out

They call me a ghost for a reason. Shepherd tried to murder me, and he's gonna pay. I am going to stop that mad man, and once he's dead, I'm going after Makarov. A rag-tag bunch of soldiers, mainly teenagers, helped me out and now, they want me to lead them. Now I have a battalion to train to be just like me, the ultimate weapon in stealth and spec ops. Now is the time where my namesake comes into play.

Chapter One:

Red, hot, fiery pain. That's all there was as I felt myself being dragged away from the scene. What happened? Shepard tried to 'execute' me and Roach. I had my eyes squeezed shut, I didn't know whether or not Roach made it, but I had the feeling he didn't.

I managed to open my eyes and was shocked by what I saw looking back at me. A mask, almost identical to my own except the teeth on the skull were sharper. By the man's height and stature, I assumed he'd be at least eighteen. He was wearing military gear that was black mostly, along with the balaclava and dark sunglasses to conceal his identity. I didn't know whether this guy was helping me or if he was planning on taking me hostage, either way, I wasn't in the fire anymore. The man looked up and motioned and then there was another person beside me, looking down at me. He was wearing the same mask as the other guy and shades. The two looked to be about the same age.

I was soon being lifted off the ground and could hear a dog barking, sounded like a German Shepherd, "Hush, Riley," the one carrying me said sternly, "he's a friend."

'Riley'? What the hell… I was loaded on a chopper and a third guy came up and knelt down beside me, sliding a backpack off his shoulders. He must have been the medic.

I groaned as I tried to sit up, feeling burns and wounds pulling.

The person beside me put a hand on my uninjured shoulder to hold me down, "Take it easy, you're going to be okay," he said calmly.

I could tell without trying that there was a hint of worry behind his voice, I was in bad shape and I knew it. So did the medic. He appeared to be the oldest of the three by the deepness of his voice. I stayed put, already knowing I was the only survivor, if there were others, I would know by now. The man carefully pulled my kevlar vest off to get at the wounds.

Darkness quickly encroached as the medic worked, and I was soon unconcious again.

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that my balaclava was gone, along with my sunglasses. I felt sluggish and weak, which is how I always felt when I was on painkillers. I finally took note of where I was. It appeared to be some type of underground medical facility.

I tried to sit up but my shoulder and lower back exploded in pain, forcing me to stay down. Unable to sit up, I swiftly turned my head to the left, the door was shut. After a few minutes of debating I attempted to sit up once more, the pain was even worse than my first attempt. After struggling for a few minutes I finally gave up and motionlessly looked at the ceiling. I heard a clicking noise of the door, my head snapped to the left to see a man who was slightly bald, his eyes were the color of pine. My first instinct was to grab the closest object I could find. I looked to the right and left, hoping to find something like a syringe, pen, even a book would've worked.

He just stared at me as I struggled to find a makeshift weapon.

I heard him take a deep breath "Keegan!" he called loudly.

I stopped what I was doing. 'Keegan? Who's Keegan?' I asked myself. The door opened and closed again and someone else walked, or rather ran, in. I gave up trying to find a weapon and shot up right, barely holding back my scream of pain as my injuries pulled. I managed to dull it down to just a shout.

"Hey, hey, easy," the one that just came in said carefully pushing me back down.

I tried to retaliate with a punch but couldn't get my shoulder to move enough. When he got me down, the guy managed to inject something into my neck. I immediately relaxed and didn't have the energy to try to get up again. I slowly began to nod off, trying to fight the drowsy feeling that began to take over my mind, finally I gave up and let myself slowly drift to sleep.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was men and one women, four of them. Two of them were the same two that were here before. The third looked a bit younger, he had light emerald colored eyes with chocolate brown hair, he looked about eighteen.

The girl had straight light brown layered hair with dark brown eyes, she was shorter than the rest of the men, very short, small boned as well.

It was silent until one of the guys spoke up, "Can you tell me what the hell this is?." He tossed my mask on my lap.

"My mask," I answered simply, picking the mask up.

"Hesh, I don't think he understands.." The light feminine voice took me by surprise.

He sighed "You don't know who we are, do you?"

"Yanks," I answered obviously.

"I'll take that as a 'No', you're a resident of the Ghosts at the moment." One said in a blunt manner.

"The Ghosts? You've got to be kidding…" I said with a questioning look.

The four of them exchanged glances with each other.

"We're the remnants of the U.S. Special Operations Forces. We call ourselves the Ghosts." He explained.

Then the emergency broadcast alarm went off on TV. The screen showed six people, one wearing an old military style bush hat, one with a mohawk, another had a skull balaclava covering his face-me-, a young looking one, and the other two wore full ghillie suits. While the Ghosts were watching the report about these 'wanted criminals' and how they had committed 'treason', I slid my mask back on to match the picture they had up.

After a few moments they turned to look at me, after a few minutes of silence, they began to mutter things to one another.

One rolled his eyes, as if he didn't care what the other's had thought.

He walked to me and said, "I'm Logan, that's Hesh, Keegan and Monday." He pointed to each soldier as he said their names.

"Ghost," I said my call-sign crisply, feeling a spark of determination flash quickly across my eyes.

There were shocked faces all around at the mention of my name.

After a minute or two Logan finally had said "Ghost eh? I guess we're gonna have a lot more to talk about then I thought, Ghost."

"Yeah, like how you guys found me and what you were doing in Russia," I responded sharply.

"Let's just say we knew what Shepherd was planning." Logan replied with a shrug.

"Fair enough," I muttered, "Where'd you get the name 'Ghosts'?"

"It was a different time, a different enemy. Sixty men from Tier One teams were sent to face down a force of five hundred enemy fighters. Their objective: To force the enemy back from a civilian hospital, and keep its occupants alive," Hesh replied, he took a moment, as if he had to remember something.

" For three days, they held their ground, but the enemy's numbers were too great. The sixty were cut down to sixteen. They wouldn't last another night, and the enemy knew it. Under the cover of darkness, they evacuated the hospital, sending only one of their own to lead the way," After a few minutes Hesh continued

"The rest returned to the line, and took up position beneath the bodies of their fallen brothers. As they lay in wait, the blood from the dead poured over them. The sand stuck to their skin like a shroud... Changing them; anointing them," Another minute passed by and Logan decided to continue for Hesh.

"When the enemy drew near, the remaining fifteen rose out of the desert sand. They were like hunters that couldn't be seen, using stealth their enemies couldn't defend against. When the man ran dry of ammunition, they used their blades, and when the blades ran dull, they used their hands," Logan scratched the back of his neck and held a faint smile on his lips.

"When the dust and sand had settled, only one of the enemy had survived. He was picked up in the desert, wandering aimlessly, traumatized. He expressed warnings to others of a force so menacing and unbeatable, it could only be described as supernatural. He called them... 'Ghosts'," Logan crossed his arms with a smug look.

"Yeah… I was there," I said bluntly, "whoever told you that story was missing one little detail: only one of the 'ghosts' survived," I said, looking down at my hands before continuing, "me."

"Are you sure he didn't hit his head on something?" Monday looked at Keegan.

"No, I didn't," I replied quickly, "I remember it, the St. John of God Hospital. We fought back when they went on the offensive. Yeah, they cut our numbers down to sixteen. I was the only field commander there, they put me on the lines and sent one of the privates to evac the hospital. I was the only guy on the lines that made it out…"

Keegan just shrugged in response to Monday's question.

"I don't normally agree with Monday, but I'm gonna have to go with her idea on this," Hesh said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Look, umm," Monday cleared her throat as she looked at the ground, "You've been out for awhile, you must be hungry, can I get you anything?"

I tilt my head confused on why she was so quick to change the topic.

"Um, a glass of water?" I said as my throat began to feel dry, she gave a nod and turned around, she stopped for a moment and said, "Keegan, you might want to check up on the other three."

"Other three?" I echoed.

Hesh nodded and said, "We found three other survivors."

"Who'd you find?" I asked.

"The two ghillies from the 'wanted criminals' and that young looking one," Logan answered.

"Guess that bug really is impossible to kill," I muttered to myself.

"You know them?" Keegan raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, they were part of my team," I explained, "The two 'ghillies' are Archer and Toad, they were giving sniper support, Roach was with me, taking the safe house," the mission was already compromised, no point in keeping intel on it anymore.

Logan nodded and replied "They're all alive, but they're badly injured."

Before I could say something we heard the door open, "Come on, Riley!" Monday shouted as we heard a German Shepherd bark. The German Shepherd ran in the door with a bark, trotting up to Logan who reached down to pet the dog on the head.

I didn't know exactly what to do 'Did she just say 'Riley'?' Monday, shyly gave me the glass of water, I muttered a 'Thank You'.

Monday then leaned down to eye level with the dog and said, "Who's a good boy? Thats right! You are!." She then continued to pat the dog.

"Why did you bring Riley in here?" Keegan asked while crossing his arms.

Monday shrugged and said, "Cause I wanted to, he was getting lonely. God Keegan you're starting to sound like Merrick."

"Merrick, my ass." Keegan muttered

"Who's Merrick?," I asked curiously.

Hesh rubbed the back of his neck then said "Merrick, is someone who is…"

"Probably the biggest asshole on the planet." Monday finished, crossing her arms.

"Monday!." Hesh smacked Monday's arm.

"What? We were all thinking it," she replied sharply.

"You forgot the part where he constantly bitches at us in training," Keegan added.

"And the part where he nearly killed you and Logan," Monday added

pointedly.

"And you forget that was what saved us from Rorke killing us and gave us the chance to take him out," Hesh responded.

"You also forget that Hesh gave the order," A deeper voice came from behind and Monday froze.

"Oh shit…" Monday sighed "He's right behind me isn't he?"

"Yes, yes I am," the guy said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Monday quickly scurried behind Keegan and said "I've got a wild Keegan and I'm not afraid to use him!,"

I had to restrain myself from laughing at the comment, so I took a sip of the water to cover it up.

"So uh, Merrick, how much of that conversation did you hear?" Monday asked slightly nervous.

"Just the part where you said I was the biggest asshole on the planet," Merrick gave a growl.

Monday pulled herself closer to Keegan as she said "Bitch, please!" she then flipped him off.

Again, I had to take a sip of the water to stop myself from laughing.

"Keegan, step away." Merrick growled.

"For the love of god Keegan do not step away!" Monday said as she hugged him closer.

"Uh… Yeah, I'm more scared of Merrick…" Keegan said, stepping to the side.

"Oh screw you!" Monday replied as she quickly dodged Merrick's punch.

I bit back another laugh with another sip of water. I was feeling a bit light-headed so I sat the glass down on the small table beside me so I wouldn't drop it.

"Are you guys just gonna stand there and let Merrick try to beat the shit out of me?," Monday asked, quickly dodging another punch.

"Yes…" Logan and Hesh responded together.

"I don't even deserve this treatment," Monday replied, finally backing up.

"You're the one who called him an asshole," Keegan shrugged.

"Keegan, don't make me choke you," Monday paused to look at him with a dead serious face, unfortunately, Merrick used this time to put her in a choke hold.

"So what's the magic word?." Merrick gave a smug look.

Monday sighed and said "Your a bitch, you know that right?." Merrick then put her in a tighter choke hold.

"Hey! Ghost dude, you aren't looking too hot." Monday chirped as she looked at me.

"Didn't you drug his water?." Keegan asked.

"She did what!?," I strained to not shout.

"You're just gonna…." Monday, who was still in a choke hold, had to give herself a minute, "Would you get the hell off me!," Monday shouted as she elbowed Merrick in the gut.

Merrick quickly let go to hold his gut.

"Jesus christ," Monday muttered, she then turned to me and continued "You're just gonna go to sleep, nothing lethal," everybody was just staring at her in shock, "What? He needs to rest and he would've just said no…"

"You couldn't take two minutes of your time to ask me?." Hesh said crossly.

"No." She shook her head cooly.

I began to yawn, quickly stopping and trying to stay awake, I refused to sleep with these people watching me.

"Monday you really are….." Logan looked like he was trying to figure out a term to call her, she just raised her eyebrows challenging him.

I slowly closed my eyes, quickly snapping them back open, I had to stay awake.

I repeat this three more times before Monday had finally said, "Just go to sleep, I don't see what your problem is."

I gave her a scolding look "You just drugged me!,"

Monday nodded and said "I'm well aware of that."

I groan as I close my eyes, finally letting myself fall asleep.

Author Note: Wassup People!? So me and Spitfire just did our first chapter, it was quite fun once we got into it, so tell us what you think!

(My Author Notes will be in Bold)

Sincerely, Red Dawn Shadow