Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War - KGB Declassified

Freedom fighters

Leon Ivanov, KGB

[Redacted], Colombia

[Redacted], [Redacted]

"Very nice." I told my friends sarcastically. "We are all going to die here."

We were stuck in a hole in the ground and an iron gate above us prevented any escape. Even if had been able to lift that heavy thing, there were still armed guards all around us. While we awaited our impending doom, a new rule engraved itself in my mind: Shut your fucking mouth if there is even a 1% chance that a Guerilla fighter has looked into the russian vocabulary even once.

Sebastian on the other hand seemed relaxed. "The leaders of these groups know me. Just... wait. They'll see we are allies and then it will be alright."

"When we get out of here I'm gonna need 10.000 dollars." Portnova snarled at him.

"For what?"

"A hitman, you fucking idiot!" she was about to pounce on him when I got between the two.

"Enough of this, such infighting won't get us out of here! What is wrong with you two? Its not his fault that we are in this situation, Portnova. And you, Comrade Vargas... all I can say is that I wish I had your confidence." The two off them gave each other another death stare but then sat back down. I sighed and also sat down in a corner next to Park. She looked pretty beat up too.  Even more then the others it seemed. I wanted to say something,  anything really. But no words could have helped in that situation. So we just sat there, legs angled up and close to our chests.

Right then, more guards came and removed the gate before taking Vargas with them and only briefly mentioning that their leaders wanted to talk to him in person. Once more he assured us that we were alright and that we would soon be out of that hole. But again I found it hard to believe him.

Park sighed next to me. "God dammit.." she muttered. Before I could turn my attention towards her I felt her gripping my hand. Not the light touch I first expected but a very tight squeeze. When we locked eyes I could see that she had trouble holding back her tears. Not gonna lie, I was close to tears myself. For all I knew these were our final moments. Of course we were all trained to die in the line of duty. For the party, our Motherland and our people. But waiting for your captors do decide whether they let you life or not... that's different. No training can prepare you for this amount of fear, it feels like rocks being placed on your shoulder. And every moment that passes another rock is placed on you, and another and another...

"I... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Leon. For all of it."

I shook my head. "Park, I told you I forgive you."

"That's... not what I meant. I am not sorry for what I believed was the right thing at the time, and I can't change the past. But I'm sorry that I didn't get the time to get to know more of the real you. And... that I did not have time to fully use my second chance."

"Park... I..."

"God damn it!" she cursed. "This is not how I imagined to go out."

"Really? What did you imagine?"

"For the most time? Some gunfight. But since I joined you all... I had honestly hoped to live a long life. I can't remember the last time I wanted and believed in something like that." she admitted. I did not say more, nothing NEEDED to be said. All we did was look at each other and holding hands. I admit it sounds corny in hindsight but at that moment it was really comforting.

The gate was abruptly lifted and we were ordered to climb out. As we were lead through the camp I saw the scale of the rebel camp. Around half of them were woman and children, most of them armed.