Disavowed: A Call of Duty Fanfiction

Chapter 1: So, Makarov's Your Contact

"So... Makarov is your contact?" asked Price, leaning against the closed door with his arms folded.

Jessica made a nervous chuckle. "What?"

His brows set further down on his eyes, his mouth curved down in a frown. "Don't bullshit me, I heard you on the phone."

She shrunk back, feeling her mouth dry up. "I know it sounds cliche, but it's not what it looks like..."

"Well, it looks to me like you've had contact with Makarov and said nothing to the rest of us," he said. "I hardly think Soap knew anything about this, eh?"

Her heart was pounding in her ears. "Listen, it was a huge opportunity, a-and it was just sprung upon me, I didn't expect to get in with Makarov, and once I was there, it was really hard to get out. I had to play by his rules; you can't just outsmart someone who knows every intimate detail about you just by the way your hands look or..."

"How our tongue feels?" interjected Sasha silently.

"Shut up, Sash..." Jessica sighed sharply. "I got myself into a situation, so now I have to make the best of it."

John looked beyond disappointed. The way his jaw was set, how the shadow from his brows fell across his eyes, the angle his mouth had turned down; he didn't just look angry.

He looked hurt.

She looked his face up and down, tilting her head. "... John?"

"Don't," he growled. "I don't want to hear it."

"But I do," she replied. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Price shook his head. "Forget it, Lone."

"John, please, talk to me; I know I messed up, but I don't want you to be upset with me."

He was about to open the door but then spun around and walked closer to her. "'I love you, too'?" he spat. "Tell me why I shouldn't be upset about that!"

Jessica cocked a brow. "Why are you upset about that..?"

Price's stern expression turned almost alarmed, but then he collected himself. "I know you better than to be that oblivious," he said. "You're telling a man who's not just our enemy, but personally kept me imprisoned, that you love him... I have a hard time not being bothered by that."

She closed her eyes, turning her face away from him. "C'mon, Price, you know me better than to think this isn't a ruse." Her legs were shaking, but she crossed them so he wouldn't see. "I don't love him, but he's in love with me, and I can use it to my advantage."

He looked as if he might get sick. "He's in love with you?" he echoed. "How? Why?"

"I don't know," she lied. "He just is..."

"What did you do to him?"

"I commissioned Cupid to shoot him."

"Cut the shit," he snarled, leaning over the top of her with his hand against the wall beside him. "What did you do to him?"

She bristled. "I didn't do anything!" she insisted. "He just decided one day to tell me he loved me, and I used it to my benefit."

"Have you met him in person?" he asked.

Jessica closed her mouth, feeling cornered. What could she say? "I mean... He's not the kind of guy to trust someone he's never met..."

Fury sparked in his eyes and she feared he was going to yell in her face. "So you're telling me you've had personal time with Makarov, you had opportunities to kill him... And, what, you suddenly felt pity for him?"

"No!"

"Then why is he still alive?!"

"What did you want me to do? Kill him and then let his guards kill me?" she rattled. "I never had an opportunity where we were alone, and I can't fight thirty guys on my own, especially unarmed as I usually was."

Price straightened. "... Why were you on a mission unarmed?"

The knot in her stomach started to unwind seeing him cooling down. "I was armed at first when I found him, but after he took interest in me, I realized that he's constantly sizing people up, and on all the occasions he invited me to be with him, there was no way he wouldn't notice a gun or a knife."

"So then why didn't you kill him on sight?"

"We were in the middle of a bar, of whom many of the patrons I'm pretty sure were his guards," she said. "He's not stupid. Besides, even if he was and showed up alone, what happens when I kill a man in front of a bunch of people? You think the Russian police would let me go?"

Price sighed quietly, folding his arms again. "Fine, so you didn't have a clear opportunity to kill him. That still doesn't explain why he thinks he loves you."

She set her brows. "What are you wanting me to tell you, Price?"

"I want to know how close you and Makarov are. What did you do with him? How deep are you in this?"

"You mean how deep is he in me?"

"SAHSA. JESUS." Jessica felt her stomach knot up again and thought she might pass out from how hard her heart was beating. "I don't... Want to tell you that..."

"Did you sleep with him?"

She didn't answer.

The anger on his face gave way to an expression of pain. He turned away from her, unable to look at her anymore. "Oh my God..." he whimpered. Price opened the door and walked out into the hall.

Jessica felt a pain in her chest and her head was dizzy. "John, wait!" she called. "Wait, please..!"

"How?" he demanded, turning back around as she came up behind him. "How could you just let him do that to you?"

"Let him?" she spat. "I didn't let him do anything! It's Makarov, you think he'd settle for getting anything less than his way? I had to do it!"

There was a grave stillness, an uneasy silence as Price stopped breathing. His eyes didn't even move. For a moment, she wondered if he might faint the way he was looking at her, and she desperately wanted to take it all back. Why had she told him that? What was he thinking? Maybe that she should have defended herself. Maybe that she should have not put herself in that position in the first place. Maybe that she should have escaped Russia after she met him and never spoke to him again.

She parted her lips, fighting every muscle in her body not to step back against the wall behind her and show him just how incredibly scared she was of what he thought of her at that moment. "John?" she asked softly.

"Captain Price!" Nikolai came bolting down the hall. "Soap's wound is still in bad shape, and we have enemy soldiers inbound!"

Price looked over his shoulder and the usual hardened look returned to his face. "How far out?"

"Tops: 10 minutes... Could be sooner."

"Is your contact still on his way?"

"Da," replied Nikolai. "ETA... also 10 minutes..."

He screwed up his mouth in a swear. "Bollocks... Alright." Price motioned Jessica to come with him. "Jess, on me, we're going to ready up and pray this guy gets here asap."

She trotted after him. "Nikolai's got a contact coming in? Who?"

"Ex-Spetsnaz. Apparently, the only man who hates Makarov more than me."