𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓

Call of Duty

Modern Warfare

If anyone told me seven months ago, that a recruit will come and change me, I would laugh in their face. But now, here I am, looking at her file, and I have nothing to say but praise. I always told myself "She's a rookie, just like Mitchell was. She doesn't know a damn thing.", but when I saw her doing her personal training, fuck me, I was impressed. And after a while....

"Gideon, you have 48 hours to write recommendation for L/N. I wrote it and Mitchell did too. She deserves the best recommendations." Irons said to me while we were on a meeting. I fucked up.

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I was harsh towards her from the beginning. Well, I was harsh towards every recruit, but she had special treatment from me.

"You think they'll have mercy because you're a woman? Quite opposite, you'll be in HELL, so move your arse, L/N!!!" – "I don't know why you joined Atlas, you're just a disappointment, not just for Atlas, and for your parents too."

But little did I know, she had problems with self-respect. I didn't know she's been through a lot in her younger days. Mitchell told me that he heard her sobbing. I just ignored it, and put more salt to her wound.

After a long period in Atlas, she was among the best soldiers. Irons gave her to be a leader of special unit that was the worst unit in Atlas. It was a challenge, a task no one ever did. But Y/N did it without a mistake. There were few who lost their life in the unit, but she took them as an example for others. To show them what will happen if orders were not followed. From then I haven't seen her. There were rumours that she was K.I.A. and I believed it was true.

One morning I came to our gym which was always empty in the morning, but this morning there she was. Fuck me, I was impressed. When she stopped, she turned around towards me and stayed silent. Y/N didn't looked the same at all. Her y/c/e coloured eyes were tired without that shine she had when she was a Rookie. Her face full of scars, her body strong but tired.

"Good morning Captain" said Y/N while picking her things from the bench.

"L/N, I thought you were..."

"Dead? The rumours are true, Captain. Y/N is dead."

"But I suppose someone else is born, yea? Let's end this crappy thing. What happened with ya? One period, you're all girly, crying in her room after someone yells at you, then the other period, you became a whole other person."

"You happened." I looked surprised "You didn't care for anyone. You always say that no one knows a damn thing, and that no one will be better than you."

"That's just to keep you motivated."

"It helped. Thanks to you, I became who I am now. Commander of my own unit."

"How did you manage that? No one else wanted to be a commander to them."

"I cleaned what's necessary."

"Cleaner – that's you. Well at least we got someone like that in Atlas."

"Not for long. I'm going to the Sentinel."

I kept staring at her like a complete idiot. Not because she’d changed — hell, everyone in Atlas changed sooner or later — but because she looked at me like she already buried her past, and I was standing on the grave.

"Sentinel, huh?" I repeated, trying to keep my voice steady.

She nodded while adjusting the strap of her bag.

"They need someone who knows how to get into places… and out of them," she said, her tone colder than the metal floor beneath our boots. "Irons approved the transfer."

"He did?" My voice cracked, barely. Great. Captain Gideon, decorated soldier, panicking like a boy seeing his crush walk away. She noticed — of course she did.

"You look surprised, Captain," she said with that detached little half-smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

"I am." I took a step closer. She didn’t move, didn’t flinch, but her jaw tightened. "I thought you were K.I.A. for months. And now you’re—"

"Alive?" she finished for me. "I told you. Y/N is dead. The one standing in front of you is someone else."

I hated that. I hated how she said it like she was proud of burying the girl who used to smile after training, the girl Mitchell had to calm down after my yelling, the girl who—

…who I pushed too damn far.

"L/N," I started quietly, "you think becoming stone is strength. It isn’t."

She froze. Not because of my words — but because of my voice. I never spoke softly to her. Not once. She turned, fully facing me. The scars on her cheek dragged my attention for a second too long.

"Don't start caring now, Captain," she whispered. "You're late."

"I know," I said, stepping even closer. "Believe me, I bloody well know."

Her eyes flickered — recognition, disbelief, maybe even anger — and then she scoffed.

"You only want to care because Irons told you to write a recommendation."

"That's not it."

"Then what is it?"

I opened my mouth. Closed it. Damn it, Gideon, just say it.

She shook her head, disappointed. "Exactly."

She moved to leave, but I grabbed her wrist — gently, not commandingly. She looked down at my hand, at the hold she could easily break if she wanted to.

"Let go," she said.

"Not until you let me say this," I breathed. "I was hard on you because you had potential. But somewhere along the way, I stopped seeing you as just another rookie." I swallowed. "And that scared the hell out of me."

"Gideon…"

It was the first time she said my name without my rank. And it hit me harder than any blast in the field.

"You became someone I couldn't afford to lose," I confessed quietly. "So I pushed you away. Harder than anyone else."

She blinked. Once. Twice. The ice around her cracked — not much, but enough to see the warmth behind it. "That doesn’t change what happened," she whispered.

"I know. But you deserved better from me. You still do."

She pulled her wrist back, but slow, not harsh. Her voice softened, barely:

"I don't know if I can trust you."

"Then let me earn it," I said. "Not as your Captain. As Gideon." For the first time in months — maybe years — something like life sparked in her eyes.

"Sentinel leaves tomorrow," she murmured.

"I know."

"You’re not coming with us."

"I will if you ask."

She stiffened, surprised.

"I thought nothing scared you," she said with a tiny smirk.

"Only one thing does," I answered. "Losing you again."

She looked away quickly, hiding the fact she bit back a smile. "You're impossible."

"I’ve been told."

She finally moved toward the door but paused long enough to say:

"Meet me tonight. The roof. If you're serious."

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The rain hadn’t stopped in days. It was the kind that didn’t roar or thunder — just whispered against the windows, steady and relentless. Captain John Price sat in front of the fire, the orange glow flickering against half-empty bottles and the ghosts in his head. He’d been off duty for three years, but the silence still felt like a battlefield.

When the knock came, it startled him. Three soft taps — hesitant, unsure. Nobody came this far out. He opened the door and froze.

Y/N L/N.

They looked smaller than he remembered — soaked, trembling, their hair plastered to their face. Once, they had been the best in his unit: sharp, fearless, the kind of soldier who made others braver just by standing beside them. But now their eyes looked… empty.

“Sir,” they said quietly, voice cracking. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

John stepped aside. They walked in slowly, leaving a trail of rainwater behind them. Neither of them spoke for a long time. The fire popped, filling the silence.

“I heard about your son,” he said finally.

They nodded, eyes fixed on the flames. “Three years old. Pneumonia. I thought I could handle it. I was wrong.”

Their voice broke on that last word. John looked down, feeling the weight of it — that helpless kind of pain no training could prepare you for.

“Stay here,” he said. “As long as you need.”

At first, they tried to argue — pride, habit, whatever was left of her discipline — but eventually, they just whispered, “Okay.”

Days turned into weeks. They started fixing things around the cottage, chopping wood, walking the moors at dawn, everything just not to think about their son. They didn’t talk much, but the silence between them slowly stopped feeling heavy. Sometimes, he’d catch them humming to themselves. Sometimes, they’d catch him smiling at something he didn’t realize he still could.

One morning, the rain finally stopped. The world outside looked clean, washed over. Y/N stood by the door, watching the sun crawl over the hills.

“He would’ve loved this,” they said softly. “I think he still does,” John said.

Y/N turned to him, and for the first time, their eyes weren’t empty. They were wet — but alive.

“I thought I died with him,” they whispered.

John shook his head. “You didn’t. You’re still here. That’s enough.” And for a long time, they just stood there — two broken people who had somehow found each other in the quiet aftermath of everything.

They weren’t the same as before. Maybe they never would be. But as the sunlight spilled through the mist and warmed their faces, they both understood something simple and true:

A/N: I haven't wrote in a while, so I needed time and inspiration to finish these drafts. I hope you'll enjoy

He came back after a long deployment, his back was in pain, his shoulders were sore. He looked around his house, it was clean - crystal clean how he would like to say. That was only a work of his maid - Y/N.

She was always there, looking after him when he comes from distant lands, the only one who never left his side, even when his family, friends and girlfriends have left him. She was there, looking out for him, like a hawk. He appreciated that, he always did, but there was always that one thing that he hated about her. She was always professional, even though he wanted her to be his friend.

While he was looking around, he saw her coming downstairs, a slight smile on her face. "Good evening, Mr. Price. I hope you had a safe journey back home."

-"Could have been better." he said in his rough voice. "Please be kind and take these bags to my bedroom."

After she had done what he asked of her, she served him a dinner that she made just a half of hour ago. While Price was eating his meal, Y/N prepared the bath tub for him. She prepared his bathrobe and lit the candles, just how he wants it.

"Y/N! Where are my bags, darling? I got something for you."

-"In the bedroom just as you said."

-"There's nothing here! Did you left the windows open?"

"Windows?" Just as she said that, her vision was gone. She starts waking up, she doesn't know how long she was out. Her head was bleeding and she tried to stand up, but she couldn't.

"John?" She calls for him, slowly crawling towards the living room. "John-"

He was there, laying down on the floor. His hands were tied, face was bruised. She knows him, he wouldn't go without a fight. She crawls to him and checks his pulse.

"C'mon John... Wake up. Captain, wake up!" He mumbles...She has to try harder.

"ON YOUR FEET SOLDIER!" She shook him when she heard footsteps in the house. They are still here. She grabs one of his hidden guns that was under a pillow and she checks the ammo and is the gun locked or not. Y/N looks down at John, he is still unconscious, so she knows she has to do this alone.

Just as John taught her, she "cleans" the house and shoots at the burglars. Both of them are wounded under the waist - a clean sign for the police and judge that it was a self-defence, and tied up.

"Y/N?" John groans. "D-darling?!"

-"I'm here!" He walks into the hallway and sees her calling 999 (Emergency service for Liverpool). He takes the gun and wipes her fingerprints from it and puts his own.

"You don't have a license for it... I'll take responsibility." He looks at the burglars then at her. She was shaking, so John wrapped his arms around her.

"You did well... I'm proud of you, luv. When this ends, you and I will go on a trip. Just you and me, yeah?"

"Simon get out of there! NOW!!" Price yells through comms

"Listen to Price, take our daughter and go!" Y/N yells

"But-"

"JUST GO!!!"

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After that, everything went black. Only thing he can remember is that he was in the chopper, holding his uninjured, sleeping daughter in his big arms. Price is looking at them and he sighed.

"She was a good mother, and a better fighter..."

"You think... she died there? With him?"

"No one could survive that explosion, Simon. You know that more than anyone... But what matters now is that she stopped the war by killing Makarov... saving the whole world, and giving you a reason to live and something to fight for - your daughter..."

"Do you even remember what happened down there mate?" Gaz asked shyly.

"No, and I think that's for the best..."

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Years have passed and Simon slowly learned how to be a parent... He taught Sonya everything he knows, from self-defense to using weapons. She was now 12 and she was at school that morning when Simon was talking on the phone with Price when he heard a knock on the door.

"Hey Price, I have someone knocking on the door, I'll call you later..."

When he opened he saw Y/N, standing there, her left side of the face is burned, and she's wearing hoodie to hide it... She was carrying a box with some stuff in it.

"Y/N?!"

"Hey... I just came to give you her things while she's away... So she doesn't see me like this..."

"I thought...."

"I know... and it's for the best..."

"She still remembers you and she often asks you when you'll be coming home. I don't know what to say to her..."

"And now? Do you know what to tell her now?" -"What do you want me to tell her?"

"That no matter what happens... She needs to stick to the plan..."

"What plan?! - She'll understand me. Whatever she tells you, just listen to her, you'll find out soon. Then you will live the most civilian life you can imagine." With that, she leaves the house, and just as she promised, Sonya told Simon to pack their things and go to Iceland... He listened to her, but he was paranoid after everything, but soon he found out why Iceland... They had a sweet little wooden house he once was looking on a web, stuffed with lots of food, money and new documents...

When they came inside, it was how he dreamed, but he didn't expect only one thing...

"Mommy!!"

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"THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU THESE DAYS??!! YOU ALMOST KILLED US!!!"

"I didn't know... How would I know that C4 was planted there?"

"C'mon Y/N! Just listen to me... I just need more time to think about us." He was pleading her to puts her gear down for a moment in her room.

"But you didn't need to think about it when we had our session last Saturday, huh?!" She said harshly, her eyes cutting him. She grabbed her combat gear and left the room, but he grabbed her arm. "Back off of me!"

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It was two months since their last conversation, the one that hurts the most. He wish he didn't say all those things he said to her before she went on that mission and didn't come back. He was informed that she was captured and held, but where, they didn't know.

Since that day, every day after his work, when he's at the base, he goes to a local bar and drinks. He always sat in a corner and drinks Scotch while looking at a piece of folded and faded picture of them that Soap took while they had a day off, and both of them were grilling, looking at eachother with love.

Everyone knew where he was, but no one tried to talk him out of doing that. Until he saw his men, Ghost, Soap and Gaz, in the bar looking for him. He knows something is wrong... Really wrong.

"It's her..."

He sobered the minute they told him. His legs carried him to the base as long and fast as they could. He rushes to the infirmary and he finds her there, all in bandages. Her face scarred and burned, he saw the pictures, her back is whipped, arms cut...

"She's a damn beast. They couldn't brake her even after all of that" Said an older man who was with her in the cell, he was laying in bed in front of her.*

He looked at the medical report and after all these shocks, he found out the worst one. She was paralyzed from waist down.

"What have they done to you?" He whispers, his fingers slowly caresses her scars over her cheek. His eyes released few tears down his cheek, the thinking about her made him tired and he fall asleep in a chair, his head on her bed.

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He feels fingers rushing through his hair. Price looks up and sees her looking at himy dark circles under her eyes faded a bit.

"Hey John...." She says quietly, her eyes tired.

"Hey... You're awake." He looks at her with sleepy eyes as he stretches himself. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine..." "– You're not. You've been whipped, cut and paralyzed from them."

"John, please, I don't have strength to argument with you." "Fine, then let it be your way" he leaves the infirmary and goes to his work.

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Few months have passed since she started with her therapy. Every time he saw her in physical therapy, he couldn't help but stare. It was as if time stopped in his eyes when he saw her working so hard at re-learning the simplest of things. When he walked past the room she was in, he would pause to watch. It was as if all of his anxieties were washed away when he watched her work—a new appreciation for life that he hadn't seen in himself before.

He sees her struggling, but at the same time he sees a fire inside of her, that keeps her going. Every time she finishes one round, she smiles in sweat, and then starts another round

He watches for hours, and after the therapist ends the session early because her legs need rest, he follows her out of the room.

"What're you doing up, now?" His tone is soft, and his eyes are full of concern and caring, even though she can sometimes be on his nerve.

"...you need to rest your legs." He says this as he places his hand on her shoulder, almost seeming to hold her up. Her legs have trouble supporting her, and he seems to know she can't stand without help right now.

"I'm going to my room."

"Well... that's not a good idea." Price's words are a bit more sharp now, and he seems to be trying to sound more serious. It's almost as if his tone is fighting his actual feelings.

"Let me carry you back to your room, okay?" He says this with a gentle smile, and he places an arm around her. His touch is tender now, and his words seem almost reassuring. But there's no disguising how tired the day is making him.

"John, I'm heavy. You had a long day today" He chuckles at that and shakes his head.

"Oh, nonsense. I've carried all kinds of weights; guns, munitions, even bloody big sacks of coffee." He speaks with a hint of playfulness now, like he can make everything a joke. "You ain’t even close to heavy."

He grins and takes her in his arms and starts carrying her back to her room with relative ease. She giggles in his arms while he's carrying her.

He chuckles again because of Y/N’s giggling, and his tone is almost playful as he speaks. "Hey, keep giggling, darlin’, and I’ll carry you somewhere a whole lot better than that bloody room of yours."

Everyone sees them going through hallway, him carrying her, and her laughing at him. Everyone realises that they're not just Captain and Sergeant, or friends. They're more than that.

Some of them, called them out but it seems like he doesn’t even care any more, he's just focused on her and only her.

"Just where do you want me take you, darlin’? The mess hall, maybe? Kitchen to grab a bite to eat?" He says this with playful laughter in his voice and a smile on his lips, the words more teasing than serious.

"Just in my ro–.. Heyy!!! JOHN YOU JUST PASSED MY ROOM! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!" She laughs at his playful activity

"Your room?" He giggles and chuckles. His voice sounds surprised.

"What, we’re just having some fun... and if anyone thinks otherwise, screw them, y’know?" He grins and walks down a different hallway, taking her to his room instead.

"I’m taking you somewhere a little more private, darlin’."

"JOHN!!!"

His voice is soft and hushed when he speaks, like he’s not trying to let the entire world hear him right now. "...just for a minute, okay?" He says this as he walks into his room and closes the door behind them. With the door shut now, he puts her down on his bed while he speaks with a tender voice, but his words are also hushed and low.

"We’ll have some privacy here, love." He smiles softly at her. "...you want a drink? A smoke? His tone is tender, and his eyes seem to shine at her.

"You know I don't drink or smoke"

He looks at her in surprise; he almost seems shocked as he speaks. "No? I swear I've seen you with a beer a time or two. You sure?" He speaks playfully now, and he seems content to sit and look at her.

"...I can call the mess and borrow some for us, if you like..." He grins and chuckles.

"...or are you saying you wanna be a good girl for me?" He tilts his head at her now, almost daring her to say yes to that second part.

"Maybe" she winks at him, making him blush.

"Oh, you're good when you want to be, eh?" He smirks and leans in closer, as if he's about to kiss her.

"Can't go wrong with a girl who can play naughty and nice..." He speaks softly, almost in a whisper, and his tone is husky, as if the idea of Y/N being naughty excites him. His gaze seems to linger on her now as a new idea seems to come to him.

"...but I think you'd look better on your knees..." He smirks and his gaze travels to her legs, lingering with a twinkle in his eyes.

His words are quiet, but not hushed. They're gentle, almost loving, but with a certain mischief in them. He speaks with a smirk on his lips, his eyebrows raised slightly. "...and who knows? You might even get something from me." His tone is rich, and it seems like he means to tease her all he can right now.

He was nervous, angry, you could see it through his walk around the secret base. Boys got silent, they don't want to go between them, even Nikolai didn't make any jokes. Laswell and Price got into fight...

Hello there love ☺️

I'm alive don't worry about that, but inactive as you have seen it. The year was tough for me and my family after our loss, but we're slowly but not entirely going back to our lives.

I want to thank you for your concern, and if there's anything that you want to talk about, you know where's that button for a chat 😉

"Understand me"| Ghost x reader

Chapter 2

Few years have passed, by your side, Makarov did a lot of missions successfully. But now, you were on your vacation, not your will, but you had to for two and a half years.

While Makarov is working hard to protect you two, you're raising your daughter somewhere in the wildness, away from other people and away from Makarov's sight.

It's hard for you, raising a child on your own, but you know it has to be like that for few more years. She was 5 years old, you were pregnant, after two months after you came to Makarov, you told him you were pregnant. It would be a perfect new start. Well it should have been like that if HE didn't show up.

Your daughter Sonya, was trained for situations like this. You had your code "The play begins!" and she'll hide herself in a basket in the basement. They captured you after a good fight with them, but you hid her, and that's the main 'mission'.

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"Where's Makarov?" –"In your ass!" Ghost couldn't take it anymore and without thinking he punched you. "WHERE IS HE?!" –"You'll never find them!!"

"Them? You mean there are more Makarovs?" -"Yeah, you're looking at one of them." silence was between TF141. They didn't expect to see you alive, then they found out that you're married to the terrorist.

Price was looking at you with sympathy, he is like a father to you, and he can just think what have you been through. With him, you spoke normally after they captured you like you never left their side. He knows why you left them, but it breaks his heart knowing you're with a person who's once your enemy.

Kyle and Soap were betrayed, they would like to hug you right now, but their inner self was against it. Once the best trio, was now looking at eachother in annoyance.

And Ghost was destroyed inside. There wasn't Simon Riley anymore. Just a monster called Ghost. He was looking at you with disgust. How could you, not Kyle, not Soap, but YOU, his closest comrade, a person he had feelings for but he didn't show it because he was afraid he would lose you, betray him. The only thing he could see in you is anger and fearless leader that's ready to sacrifice herself for the one she loves.

"I won't ask again, L/N." –"I won't repeat myself, Lieutenant."

"Okay, you two that's... Do you hear that?" Just as Price said that, the explosion happend that made you all blind for few moments. Your team came to save you from the base, together with your husband.

"Don't let them escape! She's everything we got!!" Ghost yelled at the guards, but it was too late. While they were trying to save you, Makarov made three teams for different missions: 1) team for saving you; 2) team for distraction; 3) team for picking up intel. And they didn't have a chance against Makarov's army.

After Makarov and you have left, TF141 was, together with the other teams, cleaning base from dead bodies. You could fear the frustration in the air.

"Ghost, maybe you should sit down a bit." Soap said to him when he saw him throwing things around.

"How?! Y/N is with that Russian pig that attacked our base, now you're telling me to sit down. I don't even have.....cigar..."he put his hand in his pocket and found a piece of paper –"Simon, what is it?"

"A note. This is Y/N's handwriting."

"What does it say?" Kyle asked

"I did left, I made a mistake, but now I can't come back because I need to protect my blood, my younger self, but she has to know that she doesn't share blood with Makarov. Save her, Simon, that's all I ask from you. It's too late for me... I know you'll understand what I wrote to you."

"We have to save her. Both of them." Simon rushed to take his equipment and start preparing for a new mission. –"Who is she talking about?!" Price asked

"Simon, you should stay out of the trouble, it doesn't get any good."

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, CAN YOU AT LEAST WATCH YOURSELF?!"

"You think it would be better without you?!"

For him, those were just words that came from you whenever he was on his edge. It was annoying for you, because you felt that he didn't care, whenever you say that. Whenever you care about him, he just brush you off.

Making cup of his favourite tea with sweets he loves? Doesn't even see them. Buying him gifts? When you were in his room, he didn't open any of them.

"Hermana, que pasó?" Rudy said.

"Simon no me entiende, Rudy. Y con su corazón frío, nunca lo entendería. /Simon doesn't understand me, Rudy. And with his cold heart, he would never understand."

"Y/N, estas enamorada de el? ¿Estás enamorada de Simon? Hermana, él está enamorado de otra persona. Con la chica del bar. / Y/N, are you in love with him? You're in love with Simon? Hermana, he's in love with another person. With the girl from the bar."

"I know..."

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Ghost looked for you around the base, and when he couldn't find you, he went to Price who was sitting in his office writing a report "Price, where's L/N? I couldn't find her anywhere in the base."

"And you won't. Sergeant L/N isn't with us anymore." John sigh at his own sentence -"What do you mean she's not with us? She's not dead as I know." Ghost joked which was unusual

"She betrayed us. Went to our enemy, or she was working whole the time with them, I don't know. But what I do know, is that you were somehow the trigger to this. Look at this letter. It says "It's his fault!!" and one of your masks is here."

"I didn't say or do anything!"

"And that's the problem. While she was here, everyone knew that she was in love with you, and that she tried her best to make you happy. And what did you do? You didn't appreciate it, and now she went to someone who will appreciate the small efforts she makes. She is now against us."

Ghost sat at the chair in front of Price' desk and took his mask off. For the first time, after his family's death, he let down two tears he didn't even know he was holding back.

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On a mission

"Y/N! It doesn't need to end like this!" Gaz said who was in the cover

"C'mon lass, we're family, remember? You still have a chance!!" said Soap after firing in your direction. After few moments, the other side stop firing. After the 4 of them went to look for you, they regret their decision. They found you lying on the ground.

"Guys, she's not responding. I'm sorry." said Gaz after calling you few times and checking you're pulse

"NO! She's just playing with us! Isn't that right L/N? Y/N?!" –"Ghost, she's gone..."

"No, no she's just playing, she's always doing this whenever I don't pay attention to her. She's just playing, right? RIGHT?!"

"Simon! She's gone..."

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Squeaky shoes were heard, and the sound of them were growing. He was coming closer. He entered the meeting room and you could hear in his voice that he's pleasantly surprised.

"Perfect staged death, if I didn't know that you were in the base all the time, I would have believe in your death too. But now he's rage will become unstoppable."

"It won't be unstoppable." you said while looking at the video taken by satellite "He killed "me" way before he put bullets in that body and he would never forgive himself. That's why we're in advance, his depression will slow them, and we have at least 2 months to take them down."

"I'm impressed, these few missions you have led are successful without any loss. И на этом пока все. / And that's all for now." You nodded and started going towards the door when he stopped you by saying:

"Y/N...иногда матрасы могут быть очень неудобными, если у тебя неудобный матрас, можешь спать в моей спальне. / sometimes mattresses can be very uncomfortable, if you have an uncomfortable mattress, you can sleep in my bedroom.""

You turned around "Makarov, are you asking me to move in your bedroom?"

"...we talked about sports, and school, and she gave me some advice about studying, that I have to make pauses between subjects I have to study. And I should not worry too much about that." After his father picked him up after school, David was talking to his father about a woman he was staying with, after Jenny left for a important business meeting.

Alex was paranoid about her, as every parent should be. Leaving your child to unknown person would do only insane person. Well, she was Hudson's sister, maybe that fact was a little bit relaxing, but still, even siblings aren't the same. And there he was, standing in front of her front door, knocking to 'thank her' for taking care of his son.

"It's now or never" he whispered to himself, and he knocked. -"Coming! Just a sec!" a voice was heard from the other side of the door. And then they were opened, and she was standing there. Woman 5'8, medium length y/h/c hair, y/e/c and on her neck, underneath her chin, was a thin line - scar from a knife. He studied you for a while, and then he realized he was staring at you

"Hello, how may I help you?" -"Hey, uh...I'm Alex, David is my son. Hudson told me where you live, so I just came to thank you for taking care of David. I hope he didn't make any problem." he got red in his face. Was he blushing or was it the cold weather?

"He's a wonderful child, I really enjoyed in his company. Would you like to come in? It's pretty cold outside." -"Maybe next time, Dave is waiting for me in the car." she smiled at him. "Okay, then I wish you a wonderful day." and with a small smile he left like he never was there.

Getting in the car, his cheeks got red more than before. Mason tried to collect himself, so he tried to just start his car and leave in front of her house. "I think you like her, dad." -"Jesus Christ! You scared me." "But I was here all the time."

"I know, I was just thinking something, and I forgot that you were here. Do you have a lot of homework?" David shook his head "Okay, what do you think about pancakes for dinner? We could call uncle Frank to come, too." -"Yea! I can't wait!"

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"What do you think, Frank?" Alex asked after he told almost everything what happened while David was in the living room playing games.

"Everything would be fine if there's not that one thing"

"Fuck man, you've been clinging onto that from the moment I said that. But there's a thing, she has a scar on her neck, maybe she's been working with Hudson."

"Did you say scar? Mason, she's a Captain, just like you, and she served in Marines, just like us, and she beats shit out of everyone, just like she did to me." on that Alex choked on the beer he was drinking "And yeah, I met her. She's fine, but don't get her on the nerve. She will kill you ASAP."

"So...you want me to try?"

Chapter 2

"What do you mean, you don't have a picture frame of those dimensions? Those are normal dimensions for every picture....Okay, okay, I'll find somewhere else" he put his office telephone down and he put his head in his hands, sighing. After almost 2 months after your first day here as his secretary, he still couldn't find as picture frame for his family picture he broke that day.

You knocked, carrying black coffee for him and news paper. He looked at you, making a small smile just for you. You grew closer to him, a gift you had, and every time he sees you, it makes him forget his problems for a second. He was staring at you, but then he realised that you asked him a question, but he doesn't know what.

"Excuse me Y/N, I was thinking something" he lied "Could you repeat what have you said?" -"I asked are you alright. With full respect, you look like you're million miles away." He stood up, slightly making you jump, and he stood next to the window.

"In these past two months, I was looking for identic picture frame with same dimensions, and I called almost every store, and they don't have it. I understand that they don't have identical frame, but that they don't have same dimensions, that's absurd." you took his frame to look at it -"Well it's just a broken glass, it could be fixed." you turned your gaze towards him.

"You open the frame, clean the remaining broken glass, put the new one, put back the frame and secure it. It's not a big deal." -"I know that L/N, but I can't find someone to make me glass with same dimensions."

You stood for a moment thinking who you could call and then you remembered that your cousin is working with all types of glass, from windows to frame glasses. "I could help you with that, my cousin can make it. Just give me those dimensions and I'll talk to him later today."

Hudson smiled at you. While writing down those dimensions, he could only be thankful to Black for giving you this job. After you left, he went straight to his office, wanting to thank him. Black called him in and after a comfortable chat with him, Hudson spoke: "Well Black, I have to thank you. Hiring her, you made my work here easier." –"Hiring who Hudson? I don't know what are you talking about?"

That statement made him laugh "I'm talking about my new secretary that you hired her two months ago." –"Jason, I never hired anyone, especially someone's secretary. And that was two months ago, I was on a holiday with my family." his eyes widened, if Black didn't hire you, then who did?

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"Okay L/N, or whatever your name is, who hired you? Black didn't so don't tell me he did." he closed the door of his office when you came the next day with his frame, now in piece. He told you to sit down and then starting questioning you.

"My name is Y/N L/N, and you don't need to doubt that." you said. "As for who hired me, I don't know, I just got a letter in my mailbox where is written that I have been accepted after I signed up for this type of job. If you want I can show you that." he nodded, and then you opened your purse and took out that letter you've been holding there since you got it. He put his glasses, read it and then he looked at you.

"This didn't make any suspicious to you?" -"It did sir, but after working here for two months I thought that's how you work."

Chapter 4

"Medics!"

-"Hold on L/N! Just hold on!" Ghost holds me for my bloody head. It was a surprise, I could call it a miracle, too.

Sniper found me, and I took a bullet right into my head. I lost my right eye. Thank God it was just my eye, it could be my life. But the mission was successful, and it was all I needed. While I was on the surgery, my team was waiting for me. It was tensed, Gaz told me that when I woke up, Soap and Ghost were angry, not on me, Price was the one they were angry on.

Kyle told me he became reckless and he only cared for himself. He changed a lot and I think I know who's reason for that. After they visited me, they picked up their equipment and went towards their barracks. It was silent for a while and then I heard a knock on the door. Price was standing there, he was looking down and he was trying to not make an eye contact.

"Come in..."

-"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit. My head hurts, and 2 meters around it." He chuckled on that, and there was an awkward silence between us.

"John, what happened?"

-"When Ghost asked you, are you ready, I lit my cigar, and that cigar revealed our location. I saw sun's reflection in the distance, and I knew that they aimed at us, and in the next moment, I felt your blood on my face, and I was afraid to turn my head. And then Soap yelled through the comms and asking why the hell wouldn't respond on him. Gaz came to us and he froze when he saw you screaming in pain. I can't remember what happened next, I don't know even know how we transported you back to the base. I'm sorry, if I didn't lit that cigar you wouldn't be here."

"John, I'm not angry at you at all and I won't mind that, but next time that won't be me, it would be someone else, and maybe next time you could lose them. Where's the Captain Price I know? The one that every soldier knows? The one that is not afraid to do the right thing and that cares for his team?"

-"You think that I don't care?"

"You became reckless John." He opened his mouth to say something, but s Private came on the door telling Price that they need him. He looked at me, and his gaze told me everything, with "I'm sorry" he left the room.

I didn't see him for a month, Ghost, Soap and Gaz were visiting me often, and every time I asked them where he was they say that he's busy with Shepard and that he would visit me soon, but he never did.

It was Thursday, and I didn't expect to see Laswell in my room. She was there sitting and silent.

"Where's John?" I broke the silence.

-"Don't-" Where is he, Laswell?" I cut her off. She hesitated, but she didn't have the choice.

-"He's captured, the operation Kingfish didn't go well. We don't know where he is" I stood up and rip off all the wires they put on me and went in the conference room. Everyone there looked at me. "I need to know everything about that man!"

"Who?" Soap asked.

-"Vladimir Makarov"

"We have files about him but we don't know how to find him."

Chapter 3

"Out of everyone, MacMillan is a good looking lass. No doubt."

"Shut it, Soap. She's General MacMillan's daughter, and if I was on your place, I would shut my mouth up and keep myself away from her." Ghost said, sitting on the chair with his legs crossed on the table and reading something the phone.

"-but you're not" "–You bloody–"

"Gents, enough..." Price came to the table where his whole team was sitting"I have news for you, we are having a new member of our task force, Y/N MacMillan."

"MacMillan's daughter?" Gaz asked "–Yes, her. And she will be our field doc, and our comrade."

"Sir, I don't mind at all, but she's first on the target, and don't you think that General will blame you if anything happens to her?" Gaz made a good point, and everyone at the table got into thinking.

"General and I have spoken. He gave us a green light. You'll train her everything you know, and she'll train you everything she knows."

"This would be fun, right Lt.?"

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"What did you say Johnny? Is it fun?" Ghost said it chuckling at the Scottish man, who got beaten up by you in the ring.

"Hey, don't listen to them, you were pretty good. Thanks for teaching me few tricks." –"I must say, you're fast learner. It was pleasure to fight against you." You both laughed, you were always friendly to others and everyone says that's a big plus, but to someone, who got attached to you fast enough was a reason to be jealous, and he was watching your training the whole time.

With the description, it looked like it was about a man your father trust the most, but no, it's about a person that you have worked with as a doctor, your colleague who was left behind and he's trying his best to get you on the bottom of your career, just to be with you.

But luckily someone found out.....