Disavowed: A Call of Duty Fanfiction

Chapter 10: Love

Soap hauled his rucksack and rifle over his shoulder and kept his eyes on Price, who was still packing the last of his gear. "I hear ya made a move on Lone last night."

Price dropped a magazine on the floor and paused. His head turned and there was a peculiar, sheepish look on his face. "Who told you that?"

"Yuri mentioned somethin' before you two came back into the room."

The Captain rubbed his brow, sighing as he put the magazine in his vest. "... What of it?"

Soap laughed. "C'mon, Price, you've been talkin' about it for years; what changed last night?"

He stood up, his eyes downcast and face sullen. "I don't like competing with her contact."

"As if," said Soap. "If you're competin' with her contact, it looks like you're racin' a slug at the Grand Prix."

Price scoffed. "Oh yeah?"

"She hates the guy, Price. She came home from her first op with him and broke all the mirrors in her house because of what he did to her." Price dropped his shoulders, a saddened look on his face, and Soap continued. "I offered to let her break contact and not go back, but she insisted that she wanted to get the intel."

The Captain looked weakened by the news. "You knew what happened to her? And you still let her go back?"

Soap shifted his weight on his feet uncomfortably. "What was I supposed to do? She was getting solid intel, and she insisted she wanted to do it; I checked in with her as often as I could and offered evacs on multiple occasions, but she..."

Price raised his hand. "I'm not mad, Soap," he said. "I just don't understand what's going on in her head..."

Yuri and Jessica were outside by the helicopter waiting for Price and Soap to follow. It was strange that they hadn't talked much since he joined them. Was it awkward? Did they just have no reason to talk?

"So..." Jessica snapped her attention onto Yuri as he spoke. "You and Captain Price..."

She blinked in surprise. "Oh... yeah... you saw that?"

"Yeah, I did; was going to wash up for the morning, but then I saw you kiss him and decided to leave you alone, so..." He sniffed, awkwardly looking away. "... you know, you had me convinced with Makarov," he continued, changing the subject. "I truly thought you were Russian."

"That was the point," she mused with a smile. "Though, really, that does make me feel better. I wasn't sure how convincing I was."

"You were incredibly convincing." Yuri looked down, shaking his head. "I did find it strange, though, watching Vladimir fall for someone so fast," he said.

Jessica cocked a brow. "Oh? Does he not usually?"

"Never. He doesn't let his guard down easily."

She hummed to herself. "I wonder what made me different."

He shuffled his foot uneasily, and his voice sounded tense. "Probably because of the developments in your relationship... or whatever it is you two have."

Jessica felt a pang of sadness in her chest. "Yeah. To be fair, it wasn't exactly planned."

"I don't think anyone plans for a baby three months into a relationship," he said with a chuckle. Yuri noticed her silence and the grin faded from his face. "I never did get to tell you how sorry I was for your loss. I couldn't imagine losing a child."

She folded her arms, focusing on stuffing the painful memory into the recesses of her mind. "It's been hard moving on from that..."

"I'm sure. Kind of the reason I never decided to marry; losing anyone that close to me would rip me apart."

"You don't know the half of it."

He remained silent for a heartbeat, carefully mulling over his choice of words. "Is that why you never killed him?"

Jessica tilted her head, looking at him now. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you had many opportunities to kill him, yet you didn't."

She scoffed, turning away. "Yeah? What opportunities?"

"When you two were in France, several times in Samara while you were pregnant... my only guess is that you didn't because he was the father," he said.

She felt the prickle of embarrassment in her chest and shoulders and she swallowed hard. "... I just didn't want to get caught and killed by his guards. I know it would have looked suspicious if I tried to leave the house alone."

Yuri set his brows in exasperation. "True, but again, you had opportunities where that wasn't a problem."

"Fine, so I fucked up and got attached..." she growled. "I was scared- Soap would have thrown a fit when he found out I was pregnant- and it was kind of nice to have someone doing everything in his power to support me."

He heard the weaknesses in her voice and his heart was heavy for her. "I can imagine you really needed that at the moment... What happened afterward? I wasn't around after the airport massacre."

"I staged a brake up and took off," she said. "He freaked out after that and kept calling me; I wasn't going to indulge him, but he promised to start telling me everything, and I couldn't pass up the intel."

"Makes sense." He widened his stance and relaxed his shoulders.

She looked him up and down. "What happened at the airport? You didn't come back, I figured you were dead."

Yuri scoffed. "What do you think? He shot me when I found out I'd betrayed him to the FSB."

Her eyes widened at him. "You tipped of the FSB?"

He chuckled bitterly. "I thought I was going to die, but I was saved by the medical crew that showed up," he said. "After that, I spent time in surgery and recovery. I was lucky to make it out alive."

"Piece of shit..." she growled. "I'm glad you made it out of that. Probably a blessing in disguise that Soap got stabbed when he did; it probably gave you a little extra time to recover, too."

"Yeah, it did," he said. "And I'm glad you made it out, too. It was a pleasant surprise to see you the day I joined you guys."

They both looked up as Nikolai, Soap, and Price came out. "We're ready to head out," said Soap. "Kamarov and his men are already waitin' there for us."

"Excellent," said Jessica. "They get any resistance?"

"Dunno yet, last I heard, they were just touchin' down."

Yuri nodded stiffly. "Makarov's men are likely not far behind them. They'll be facing resistance soon."

"Hopefully not for long by the time we get there," said Price. "Come on, we haven't a moment to lose."