Hey guys. I know it's been a long while since I've uploaded/updated anything, and I promise that I'll get a move on with my other stories :) It's been a very busy year so far for me, so it's been hard to find time to update. But, here's a new story, and in a different catagory, so hope y'all enjoy! :D

Just a side note, there was a little problem with the line thing in editing, so there might be large spaces instead of those lines.

Concussions
Chapter 1

"There's the chopper! Get ready to jump!" MacTavish yelled to his team as they ran through the Gulag.

Roach almost cried with relief as he saw the chopper. But that relief was ripped from him as the roof caved in and blocked their way to their escape route.

"Go back, go back! We'll find another way out!" the Captain yelled, turning and running back the direction they came.

Roach tried his absolute best to keep up with the other three, but the falling debris, and the possible concussion he got from Captain Price knocking him senseless, was slowing him down.

"Captain MacTavish!" he tried to yell. "Wait up!"

But his voice was drowned by the loud explosions caused by the rockets that the Navy was firing. He sighed, and tried running faster.

But soon, he was stopped dead in his tracks, when a large mound of debris broke away from the roof and landed directly on his head, causing him to fall to the ground in a dizzy blur.

"Shite," he mumbled as he tried to get up. But the Gulag had other ideas. More debris continued to fall, hitting him again and again, nearly burying him. Eventually, he couldn't take it any longer and collapsed in a heap. He reached for his radio.

"MacTavish...(cough, cough)...need...some help here...(cough, cough)..." he managed to cough out before his head hit the ground and his world faded into darkness.

"Shit! It's a dead end!" Worm yelled. "What do we do?"

"Six-Four, where the hell are you, over?" MacTavish yelled into his radio.

"Bravo Six, there's too much smoke! I can't see you, I can't see you!" the pilot replied.

"What do we do, Soap?" Price demanded.

"I don't know!" MacTavish replied, exasperated. "Let me think of something!"

"Wait a minute, where's Roach?" Worm asked.

MacTavish froze at the question and looked around. He began to panic when he saw no sign of the young, optimistic Sergeant. Suddenly, his radio beeped.

"MacTavish...(cough, cough)...need...some help here...(cough, cough)..." a weak voice sounded before silence fell over the line.

MacTavish immediately knew that the voice belonged to Roach. He panicked and turned back to the doorway from whence they came. He wanted to run back, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned to see that it was Price.

"It's too dangerous, Soap," he said sternly.

'Soap' shook off his former Captain's hand and looked at him straight in the eye.

"No-one gets left behind!" he said firmly before running back the way they came. Worm looked at Price for a second before following. Price sighed before running to catch up.

"Roach? Roach!" MacTavish yelled as he ran back through the Gulag. "Where are you, mate?"

"He's gone, Soap!" Price yelled, trying to talk some sense into his close friend. "We have to turn back, or we're all dead!"

MacTavish shot him a glare before going back to the search. Worm, however, slowed down as he came across a huge pile of debris. Next to it was a battered radio.

Roach's radio.

Worm ran over to the debris.

"Captain!" he yelled. "I found something!"

MacTavish immediately ran to where Worm was and started pulling away at the debris. His radio beeped again.

"MacTavish, where the hell are you?" Ghost yelled. "The Navy is close to blowing up the whole damn place!"

The Captain ignored the Lieutanant for a moment while pulling back the debris. Finally, at the bottom, they reached the unconscious Roach. MacTavish sighed in relief as he pulled the young Sergeant out. He grabbed his radio.

"Ghost, we're coming out now! We got a man down! Get medical assistance on standby!"

"Copy that, sir!"

As Ghost signed off, MacTavish picked Roach up bridal style and ran back to the dead-end room, Worm and Price right behind him. As they entered, MacTavish turned to Worm.

"Worm, hold him for a second!" he yelled, handing Roach to the other soldier. "I've got an idea!"

He pulled out his gun and started setting something up.

"Whatever you're gonna do, Soap, do it fast!" Price yelled.

MacTavish lifted his gun up and shot off a flare through the roof.

"Bravo Six, I see your flare! SPIE rig on the way!" the chopper pilot responded.

MacTavish sighed in relief as a long rope dropped through the roof. He turned to Worm again.

"Give him to me, Worm, and hook up!" he yelled as he took Roach off his hands. The other soldier nodded and hooked up. MacTavish carried Roach to the rope and hooked himself and the young Sergeant to it. Price hooked up next to him. The rope started to pull them up.

"Hang on!" the Captain yelled as the rope jerked the team up through the roof.

Seconds later, the Gulag exploded in a mass of flames.

Well, there's the first chapter, hope you guys enjoyed! :D

I 've got a second chapter already ready for uploading, but I want to see if anyone likes this story first :)

Thanks for reading!
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