Disavowed: A Call of Duty Fanfiction

Chapter 11: Eye of the Storm

She laid peacefully in his arms, head on his broad chest. His fingers were playing over her shoulder and curling one of her auburn locks around his thumb.

"It really is a shame what happened to Soap," he said.

Jessica sighed. "I know. I really feel bad..." She furrowed her brows, trying to figure out why John's voice sounded funny to her. Her fingertips brushed his side and she kissed his jaw. "But it was worth it if I got to have you in the end."

"I know. I'm glad you chose me after all."

She sat up abruptly, realizing she recognized the sinister rattle of Vladimir's voice and stared down in horror at his face smiling up at her. "What? You? I-" She looked around wildly. "Where's John?"

Vladimir cocked a brow. "What about him?"

"Where is he?"

"He's in England, remember? You let MacTavish die and he couldn't even bear to look at you." He sat up, pulling her close to kiss her cheek.

Tears stung her eyes and she felt a sob well in her chest. "But... But I... I thought if I let Soap die, I'd still be alive to be with Price..."

His eyes became an azure glow and he chuckled. "There are consequences to every action," he said "You may have sacrificed him to spare your own life, but surviving doesn't guarantee the outcome you want. Certainly, you didn't think Price would forgive you for knowingly letting his friend die?"

She scanned his face up and down. "Wraith..?"

"But don't worry..." Vladimir pulled her close to kiss her throat. "At least you're safe with me..."

Galaxy's azure eyes snapped open and she sucked in a choked gasp. She lifted her head with an abrupt shake, Price's hand sweeping over her soft ears. The realization hit her that it had been a dream and she exhaled a tense breath. Fuck. Were those the only options? Was that really what would happen if she didn't save Soap. She sighed. "Sounds like they're getting busy out there," she mused, noticing the sounds of helicopters and gunfire.

"Aye," replied Soap. "The Resistance is expectin' us half a klick to the north, and Makarov's army is already settlin' in."

Price flicked the last of his cigar to the ground. "Let's get this over with." He rose to his feet and jumped into the water.

Galaxy wrinkled her muzzle with a disgusted snort before following him down. Her head went under and when she came back up to the surface she shook the cold water from her ears. "Ach... Couldn't we have picked a better entrance than a sewer?" she grumbled.

"It gets us directly into the city with ample cover," reasoned Yuri. "It's far superior to parachuting in and hoping Vladimir's army doesn't wipe us out."

"Fair," she replied. "Too bad we still have the rest of the city to get through." She ducked her head lower to the water when a flash of lightning illuminated the night around them.

Soap huffed. "Looks like they've already taken prisoners. They're movin' fast," he murmured.

"We need to be faster," said Price. "Keep it tight, lads, and use the boats for cover." They swam out further and he jerked his head. "Move under the docks, the storm will keep us quiet."

As they moved under the docks, one of Gal's ears flicked toward the sound of a dog growling. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see it holding a man by his neck, and she turned her gaze forward. Above them, someone's feet thudded on the boards, then there was a cry and another man fell to the dock, another man's foot and a dog on top of him. She looked up, eyes round, and Yuri pushed her shoulders lower into the water, sweeping a finger to his lips when she looked at him.