Before anyone could rest, the Ghost, Tempest and Reverend Everett kept the New World suppressed and on the run.
Don't they need to sleep?
They're using tactics our fearless leader employed in Europe. Hunt them till they collapse.
The Ghost's new armor proved to be a vital weapon. The sonic booms keep their enemies awake and scared out of their minds. As the New World Order troops began to crack under the heavy stress, Rothschild made a desperate play and flew out over open ocean, where he was promptly met by the Tempest and a very pissed off Ghost.
Running so soon?
GET AWAY FROM ME!
Sorry, I don't speak coward.
The Ghost opened fired the nace cannons at Rothschild, each beam melting the armor to Rothschild's skin. Rothschild promptly flew down to Georgia, Fort Benning in specific.
As his feet touched the ground, he gasped for breath. However, his moment of rest was cut short by a villainous laughter coming from above him.
How Ironic. You seek safety in the very place that made me.
Y..you know this place?
Fort Benning, Georgia. Death place of who I was, birthplace of the Ghost of fucking Ottawa. See, had you don't your research, you'd have steered far away from here.
Rothschild couldn't see the Ghost, he could only hear his voice. Rothschild's mind and body were trembling in fear. The Ghost normally fought face to face, this was different. It was as if he was living up to the name Ghost.
Suddenly a shot rang out of the now silent air. Oil drums around Rothschild burst into flames. Much to Rothchild's horror, there in front of him stood the Ghost of Ottawa, axe drawn, helmet off, and there wasn't a smile of his face.
You know, my grandma taught me to always smile. "Smile through the pain, smile with the joy, smile to make someone's day." I think not this time. The Ghost stepped out of his armor.
I can hurt without that stupid suit of armor.
Hurt me? Hurt me! HA! YOU WILL NEVER HURT ME AGAIN!
The Ghost called forth all of his strength into swinging that axe. The blade went through Rothschild's armor like it was a hot knife through butter. The power of the swing threw Rothschild off his feet and onto the ground. In the fire's light, Rothschild looked up to the man standing before him. His eyes were glowing red, he was breathing heavily, comparable to that of a mythological growl. In that moment, Rothschild felt true fear.
As the Ghost made his way to Rothschild, Rothschild scrambled to run away from him. His armor was crumbling off of him as he ran. The Ghost grinned, RUN LITTLE BITCH! I WILL ALWAYS HUNT, I WILL ALWAYS BE IN YOUR MIND, I WILL GUT YOU LIKE YOU DESERVE EVELYNN ROTHSCHILD! YOU HEAR ME? I WILL BE THE ONE TO SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL!
Rothschild sprinted as fast as he could trying to get away from the demon hunting him. As he rounded a building, he caught a glimpse of a sign that read, C 24/7, he kept running. As the Ghost approached the sign, his smile faded as the memories rushed back to him. Good ole Suicide Charlie. Of course he'd run to where the reapers used to call home.
The Ghost entered the barracks quietly as Rothschild tried to catch his breath, unknowingly having stepped into the Reapers' Killzone.