Hotel Six: A Call of Duty Fanfiction

Prologue: Part III

It was already the eighth time that day that I checked my phone. Still no word from Sasha. I put it down on the desk and looked back at the folders and papers in front of me. No, I would not let this distract me. I had to do this. The world needed this. The West had claimed so many lives in the name of "peace," with no consideration of the consequences, what difference was it that I killed 150 if it meant everyone would finally wake up and see them for the monsters they were?

... Yes, I had done monstrous things myself. There's a cost to everything. But this would be worth it in the end. 

I needed to go for a drive. Clear my mind so I could focus. Maybe the wind in my face would soothe me. I could have gone for a proper fucking right about then to ease the tension in my muscles and relax in the after glow of the woman I loved. I closed my eyes and reflected on her intoxicating fragrance... The way her kisses felt on my face and my neck...

A quiet moan buzzed in my throat at the longing of those gentle hands touching me... No. I couldn't kill myself like this. She left, maybe for good, and if that was the case, I couldn't keep dwelling on her. I grabbed my keys and was soon reving the engine of my Mazerati. Her deep growl shot excitement through my veins, and I laid on the gas, shooting down the road to anywhere but the house. I didn't turn on any music; just the road, the roar of the engine, and my queited thoughts.

Those quieted thoughts suddenly turned loud when I saw a familiar car in a ditch. When it registered in my brain that it was the car I had given Sasha, I slammed on the breaks and it came to a screeching halt. I parked it and ran to the door, peering in to see that the car had been there for a few days, evident by the dust and leaves gathered in the seat. 

Where was she?

My heart was racing so much that I could barely think. I dialed her number and waited. Voicemail. Shit. "Hey, baby," I said after the beep. "I know I said I would wait for you to call me, but I'm looking at your car in a ditch right now, and I'm really worried... Please call me back." I paused, unsure if I should continue, but soon, I couldn't help it. "I love you." I hung up the phone and looked around, whispering to myself.

"Sasha, please come back..."