Modern Warfare 2 || Hold Back

Cold...

Beep, beep, beep! An alarm clock continued to go off before it was slammed and smashed into the table that once held it. The alarm clock was definitely broken. Why should (Y/N) care though? It messed up his sleeping schedule, so what's the point of keeping something that was that noisy? The realization hit him like a rock. (Y/N) began to stretch and get out of bed. With a little sigh, his day began. He began to dress in a military attire. (Y/N) placed a black neck gaiter. It was supposed to cover the scar formed across his nose, and the small scar on the left side of his lips.

Someone began to bang on his door. It pissed him off. It was like they purposely banged on his door. (Y/N) walked over to the door and opened it. Opening the door, he almost caused a scene. There was a large male, and he paused with his fist in the air. (Y/N) raised his eyebrow. It wasn't that he was confused or anything. It was more like (Y/N) was curious if the male was going to continue where he left off.

"Go ahead, Sergeant Matthew. Hit the door again." (Y/N) said, in a serious tone. He crossed his arms and waited for an answer or at least another reaction.

Mattew continued to stand there. The words he spoke and the serious gaze frightened him. Matthew knew he wasn't playing around. But why should he be? Matthew almost punched him in the face. The male dropped his fist and looked at (Y/N). " Sorry, Sergeant (Y/N). The Captain asked for me to come and get you. He seems quite mad at you right now."

"Pft please, that old geezer? Why should he be mad?" (Y/N) said, with a forced laugh. For all he cared, the captain could stay mad. (Y/N) rarely meets eye to eye with the captain, and when he does it's about missions. "Whatever. I'll go speak to him now. I have a few things to discuss with him anyways." (Y/N) finished off saying, before walking away.

(Y/N) knocked on the captain's door. It was a gentle knock, but it was loud to hear. He waited patiently for an answer.

"Come in, Ace." The captain replied.

(Y/N) began to grind his teeth. He knew immediately what this was about. The way the captain used his code name then his actual name, he knew he was going on another mission that was a failure. Clean up crew his ass.

He walked in to see that the captain was sitting in his chair with one leg on top of the other, and his arms were crossed. Something definitely made him mad. The captain look like he was in his mid 40's. He had a well-maintained beard but no mustache. It really didn't compliment him at all. Or that's what (Y/N) thought. "I see you needed me, Captain Tyler?" (Y/N) asked.

"Ace, I have something important to discuss with you concerning your last miss-"
"Speaking of that, here are the reports for that." (Y/N) said, cutting Tyler off and handing him papers.

His face was filled with anger, even his fist was balled up. (Y/N) just cut someone off that was in a higher position than he was in. Tyler understood he was in a rush to get out, but (Y/N) disrespected him by doing that.

"You were chosen."
"Chosen for what?"
"You will no longer be staying at this base.-"
"WHAT?! WHY?!-"
"SERGEANT ACE! CUT ME OFF AGAIN AND THAT WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU'LL SAY!"

(Y/N) silenced himself. It was basically an apology to his captain. Three minutes passed filled with complete silence. The room was so quiet that (Y/N) could hear people talking from outside the room.

"You'll be at a different base with a different captain. Congratulations Ace! You have been chosen to join Task Force 141. Pack up, you'll be leaving soon." The captain finishes saying.

(Y/N) sat there with a blank look on his face. He didn't understand what he meant. 'Where am I going?' He thought before Tyler caught his attention again. He had his hand out making a shooing motion. (Y/N) could tell the captain didn't want to see him anymore, but instead, he wanted him to start packing.

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(Y/N) finished packing up and let out a sigh of relief. Finally, everything he may need was packed up. (Y/N) opened the door. To his surprise, he was greeted by a familiar face. Mattew hugged (Y/N) and mumbled something. "I'm going to miss pestering you, (Y/N).." he cried. (Y/N) pat his back, gently. It was a way to comfort him, and it kind of helped. Mattew released him from the hug and smiled, with tears running down his face.

"For my last goodbye to you, may I carry your things to the plane?" He asked.
"Alright, Matthew. If you insist, you can carry them."

Matthew grabbed the bag off his shoulders and grabbed some things out of his hands. The only thing (Y/N) had to carry was a pocket watch from the first time you came to the base. Mattew walked to the plane and placed everything inside. He looked at (Y/N) and gave him a smirk. It rose a few suspicions because just a minute ago he was crying and now he smirked. (Y/N) deemed that, Matthew was bipolar and didn't investigate it more. Mattew got off the plane and waved him goodbye.

(Y/N) got on the plane and looked at Matthew. You smirked within the mask and waved back. He was going to miss Matthew's pestering too. After that interaction, the plane left the base.

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The time on the plane passes slowly. Nothing to do except look at the light blue sky and billions of clouds. The Task Force 141 was a base farther than the Navy's base. The location was in Russia. (Y/N) continued to wait to get to the main base. From what it seemed, they were already in Russia. Snow covered lots of the area because it was winter there. It was just minutes before arriving at the base.

Loud beeping noises began. Red lights on the plane began to flash. Shit, something was wrong! The plane also didn't feel right. It felt as if the plane was going straight down! (Y/N) got out of his seat quickly and ran to the front. The pilot was fast asleep, and something from the plane was missing. It was like someone manually took out an important part. Because of that, the plane was slowly breaking from the inside. (Y/N) grabbed the steering wheel and tried to fly the plane for it to land safely. The plane crash-landed and it knocked (Y/N) unconscious.

A few hours passed by, and he opened his eyes. (Y/N) placed his hand on his head and rubbed it. He looked in front of him to see the pilot was dead. A part of the plane was lodged into the pilot's head, and it was way too close to being lodged into (Y/N)'s head. He walked out of the plane and grabbed the things he had brought with him. Snow covered the outside of the plane. The winds blew too hard and the temperature was below freezing.

"Ace, radio me."
"Ace, come in."
"Ace...?"

The walkie-talkie made a static noise and the things that were said continued to repeat. (Y/N) grabbed the walkie-talkie and clicked it to report. "Ace reporting." (Y/N) said, sounding out of breath. The walkie-talkie began to make more static noises. It must have blocked what he said.
"Ace reporting." He said again. He hoped the message went through.

(Y/N) began to dig into the bag and grabbed a heavy jacket out of it. He placed it on himself and began to walk away from the plane crash area.

"I need to find a warm place until the team finds me..."