Disavowed: A Call of Duty Fanfiction

Chapter 15: Why Does Makarov Know You?

The shadow across Price's face was imposing, even to Soap. "Price," he said. "Are you sure this is how you want to go about things?" Since they had landed back in England, Price had seemed dead set on doing something about Makarov's revelation in Prague.

"Sure as shooting..." replied the Captain, his tone dark.

The Lieutenant nodded his head and opened the door to the room where Yuri was sitting, observing their current collection of intel on a corkboard. He turned around in his seat for a moment before looking back at the board. "Oh, you're here," he said. "I was looking everything over, and I was thinking that we should-" His eyes widened as Soap grasped his shoulders and threw him out of his chair to the floor and Price leveled a revolver with his head. "What..?"

"Why does Makarov know you?"

Yuri blinked in astonishment. "... Price, you don't think I had anything to do with what happened to Lone Wolf..."

He pressed the barrel against the Russian's forehead and snarled. "Jessica trusted you, and we thought we could too, so tell me: why in bloody hell does Makarov know you?!"

"Alright, alright!" he pleaded. "Please, I'll tell you everything, just listen to me..."

"Get talkin', then," said Soap.

Yuri sighed. "I was young... And patriotic when I first met Vladimir Makarov. We both joined Zakhaev's Army, hoping to defend the honor of our Mother Russia from the West. When an attempt was made on his life in Pripyat, we saved him. Zakhaev never forgot what we did for him that day. Our reward was power. But power corrupts..." His gaze fell to the floor. "I tried to be benevolent with my power and use it as necessary, but Makarov... He ran wild with his power. He thought me weak for being reserved, and thought he would show me what it looked like to be truly powerful..." Yuri seemed zoned out as he recalled that day in the Middle East. "... Thousands of souls extinguished... By the push of a button... This wasn't war, it was madness. I would never tell him to his face, but I was always looking for a way to finally get him caught and captured."

Soap titled his head. "What do you mean? What'd you do?"

"I was taking notes of his every move and plan and waited for the right time when I knew he couldn't weasel away to tell authorities. At that time, Makarov met Jessica and he seemed to slow down and settle into civilian life with her; I thought he might actually do it..."

"Why would he do that?" growled Price.

Yuri shrugged. "They were going to start a family but..." He bit his tongue, realizing Price likely didn't know about the baby, and telling him might not go well for him. "... Things didn't seem to work out, and in his disappointment, he went back full-force into his work. I told the FSB that he was going to attack Zakhaev Airport in Moscow, but I clearly wasn't as careful as I should have been because he shot me before continuing to kill everyone in that airport..." He groaned, remembering the hate he felt that day. "I was a soldier of Russia, not a taker of innocent lives, but in his eyes, that made me the enemy. When I didn't die where he left me, I knew it was a sign that my work wasn't done; I had to kill Makarov, and I had to save my people... No, not my people, the world, because if I didn't, he would kill everyone." His blue eyes turned up to Price again. "I know your view of me has changed, and I know you feel betrayed because of all this, but I swear to you that I'm on your side; I want Makarov dead just like you do! Is there any other way I can prove that to you besides all of the intel I've been giving you?"

Soap glanced up from Yuri to the Captain to see he still hadn't moved. "Price..."

He was shaking now. "Captain, I swear on my life, I had no idea he would kill Jessica, and had I known, I'd have done anything in my power to save her, but I never would have knowingly put her, or any of you, in danger."

Price wanted to squeeze the trigger, but instead, he remained unmoving. "... Alright, Yuri... You bought yourself some time..." He pulled him up off the floor by his lapel and kept the revolver aimed at his face. "... For now." He let go of Yuri and holstered his gun, turning away to walk out the door, Soap on his heels.

"Price..?" he asked again. "Do you think he's tellin' the truth?"

He said nothing in return and instead lowered his head and pressed forward into the hallway.