"RPG!"
Ghost dove out of the way of an oncoming rocket and landed behind a tree. A wall of snow flew up, covering him with a thick white sheet. Just as he cleared the snow from his goggles a man dressed in snow gear stepped out from a bush a few yards away, in the process of re-loading his launcher.
"Oi ya bugger!"
The man looked to his right, a terrified look suddenly on his face. A "dear in the headlights" look, as Roach would call it. Ghost lined up the sights of his rifle and fired. A thick splatter of blood flew up as the bullets pierced strait through the mans throat, blaring against the perfect white snow. Ghost stood his post for a few seconds, content. Then, a sudden realization came over him.
Roach was nowhere in sight.
" Roach?" The Englishman called, standing. He scanned the dense forest, surveying ever inch for the small soldier. Ghost had made an art out of looking for Roach, since the sergeant often wondered away as a small child in a grocery store would.
" GHOST!"
Ghost snapped around and looked. Behind him there was a small cliff with a river below. Roach was being pulled away by the current, struggling and flailing helplessly. He didn't know how to swim. And even if he did, it wouldn't do much help. The water was rushing to rapidly, which explains why it wasn't iced over. Instantly Ghost dropped his gun and took off. He leaped over the cliff, rolled, and ran along the river. The crunching of snow and twigs beneath his combat boots filled his ears as he tried to keep a sight on Roach. The drowning soldier forced his head back up once, then was pulled completely under. Ghost felt an overwhelming sense of panic as Roach's small shadow under the water disappeared as the river went around a bend. When the Englishman finally rounded the corner he found Roach had managed to get over to the right side and grab onto a tree, who's roots spilled almost dramatically over the side.
" GHOST!" He wailed, blinded by the water splashing into his eyes.
His hand slipped, to numb to hold on.
He opened his eyes when he felt pressure on his wrist. With one hand Ghost was gripping the tree, the other had him.
" Come on Roach, help me out!" The lieutenant pleaded as he struggled to pull his friend out of the angry rapids. Roach was light, but now weighed twice as much with all the soaked gear. Finally Ghost pulled him out into the snow.
" Shhh, iv got you," He cooed, holding Roach protectively in his arms "bloody hell, cant you stay out of trouble for a second?"
Roach only passed out, trembling miserably.
0o0o0o
Roach opened his eyes slowly. MacTavish was kneeling in front of him, tucking a blanket over him. He was reclining against something warm. He looked down and noticed two legs on either side of him.
" Who am I lying against?"
MacTavish only laughed as he walked out of the back room of the helicopter to get another blanket.
" Me." Ghost answered simply " Sorry mate, it was either this or you freeze to death."
Roach buried himself further into Ghost and rested his head on the Englishmen's chest.
" Im not complaining."
Ghost wrapped his arms around Roach in an almost fatherly action and mumbled comforting words as the sergeant fell back asleep.
I was trying to practice being descriptive in this story. I have to submit a short story for English class, but I don't think any of these are good enough. Any opinions?