ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

Trust (MW3)

Angst hours, love it here :]

Pronouns: He/Him

Words: 903

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He was your brother.

Not by blood, but by chance.

You had been adopted at a young age, but almost the same age as him. Only a few months younger. Even with the small age gap, you wanted to be like him. You did what he did, went were he went.

So when he joined boot camp, so did you.

You two were inseparable, made a great team, and you were able to get missions done quickly and efficiently. You were there with him when both of you entered the 141. You were there when the two of you broke price out of prison.

And now it felt like everything was crumbling around you. 

You had been on the roof with Price as the two of you repelled down, the bodies in the balcony having been shot down by Yuri, who was waiting at the top of the church with your brother, Soap.

The two of you had shot everyone in the meeting room down, but there was no sign of Makarov. Then the elevator door opened, revealing the Russian- who you couldn't and didn't want to remember the name of, tied to a chair with C4 strapped to it. 

"I- I'm sorry, Captain Price..." 

A voice can be heard over the coms, revealing none other than the bastard you had been hunting down.

Makarov.

"Captain Price. Ад ждёт тебя."

The C4 began to beep, causing slight panic between you and your captain.

"Price! (C/n)! Get out of there, Now!"

The two of you run out of the room, jumping as the explosion knocks the two of you a few feet away, making you slide as you landed. Price looked over at you with a slight cough. "You broken, lad?" he asks, standing to help you to your feet. "I've been through worse. I'll manage."

Makarov's voice glitched through your now broken coms, only catching a few words of what he said. "Yuri- Friend- Never- Here-"

'What?'

An explosion sounded from the top of the church, catching your attention. Your fear spiked, causing you to attempt to run towards the nearest window, only to be stopped by Price. "Don't. There's going to be hostiles everywhere. We'll find a safer way down. Lets go!" he said, handing you back your gun as the two of you searched for some stairs, taking out any hostiles on the way down.

The two of you reached where the rubble of the church had fallen, you saw someone partially covered in rubble, another body close by that seemed to be attempting to move.

Oh no.

Soap laid on his back, rubble over top of him, keeping him in place.

"Soap!"

You and Price ran over to the two, Him helping Yuri up while you pushed the rubble of your brother, seeing a large bleeding gash on his stomach,

"Soap? John? Please?! Hey, stay with me, you'll be ok!"

"Yuri, help him up, (C/n), you're with me!"

You helped Yuri help your brother up, making sure he was ok before getting behind them, watching their six.

The four of you ran through the streets in an attempt to get to some kind of safety, the resistance keeping enemies off your back as they helped him into a cleared out room, setting him on the table.

"(C/n)..."

"You're ok, Soap, just rest, you'll be ok." You said, applying pressure to his wound. "Medic!" Price shouted, attempting to get someone, anyone to help. "You're going to be ok, son. Medic!"

"(C/n)... (Y/n)... I need to tell you..."

He pulled you in slightly, your eyebrows furrowed as he spoke, holding his head up so you could see him.

"Yuri... Knows Makarov."

It was so sudden. And what hurt most was you didn't have time to think. To feel. To act.

Your brother had just died in your arms.

All you could do was step back, a hand going to cover your mouth as Price made a futile attempt to shake him, hoping he would wake up.

 "Oh, no, no, no no no! SOAP! NO, NO! NO! SOAP!" 

Price slid the gun he had been given back after he was broken out, setting it on Soap's chest before taking his dogtag's, slightly smeared in blood, and his personal journal you saw him writing in occasionally, and handing them to you, pocketing them.

"I'm sorry."

You weren't sure if that sorry was meant for you or for him, but either way, you had never seen him this upset before. The two of you had become like sons to him. This was hurting him.  A lot.

The resistance leader ran over to Price, holding his shoulder, panicked. "Captain! you need to go! now!"

A BRT on a heli outside ripped, breaking the windows as you all ducked.

"We'll get his body back to your base safely! Just go!" he said.

"Lets go, Yuri, get to the Door!" As he did, Price grabbed your shoulder. 

"Make him pay."

You nodded. As Yuri opened the door, you grabbed his shoulder, turning him around, and clocking him in the face. He tumbled down the stairs. You were quick to follow, picking him up and slamming him against the wall and punching him in the face, sending him back to the ground. Pulling out your pistol, you aimed it at him. 

"Soap trusted you. I trusted you. And now my brother is dead. Because of you." you said. 

You didn't even notice you had started crying until Price pulled you into a hug, letting you sob into his shoulder.

You had lost your brother. And now? You had nothing to lose.