Faith (Based on Call of Duty: Ghosts)

Chapter 30- Broken

PLAY MUSIC AFTER HAILEY DRAGS LOGAN OUT OF HELICOPTER!

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~MS~

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When you're left with two decisions: life or death, what do you choose?

I knew my life as I knew it was gone. Whether it was death or life that I got, I knew I would go scarred. That scar, I knew, was going to be deep. My father, as a young girl, always told me it's not about the choices you make, it's about the people you're making the choices for. I never got all of his wisdom until now. Nor did I get the visions I had lately.

Not until he was standing in front of me, did I know what they meant.

Not until my life was on the verge of being taken from me did I know what I was destined for.

Not until I felt it rising up did I know what I truly was.

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Bum, bum. Bum, bum.

The wings of the chopper were distant from my mind. All he needed now was help. I had done everything.

Rorke was going to pay now. He was going to die. Today.

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PRESENT TIME:

"Hailey?" a knock on the door made my head pop up from where I was putting on my gloves.

"Come in," I blinked, my eyes narrowed.

"Want me to do your face-paint for you?" Keegan asked, shutting the door behind him.

"I have something else in mind," I stood up, adjusting my sleeves.

"What's that?"

"Remember the day Merrick took me someplace private?"

"Vaguely, why?"

"Well," I opened the drawer to my dresser, "he gave me this."

Holding the black cloth up, I saw Keegan widen his eyes. I smirked and slipped it over my face. When I turned to look at myself in the body mirror, Keegan wrapped his arms around me. Underneath my mask, I smiled. We looked perfect together. His mask more of a drip, mine more of a solid figure. I was wearing my father's mask. And I felt honored to be wearing it.

"I love you," Keegan whispered in my ear and nuzzled into my neck.

"I love monkeys!" I giggled, afraid to say it for the first time in months.

Keegan laughed, actually laughed, for the first time in a few months. I smiled and Hesh peeked his head in. "If you two love birds are done, then I need you two helping on deck. The ships are moving out in ten."