Call of duty imagines

Price [unspoken] [1]

"Got any room for me?"

Laswell's voice drew out from the constant noise of the busy feet that flooded the main capital lobby. You shifted your gaze from the daily news to meet Laswell who stood in front of you, arms crossed with a tan envelope folded between her fingers.

"Plenty." You sat up from your sprawled position on the couch providing her a space to join beside you. "What brings the "Kate Laswell" to the capital today?" You asked keeping your attention on her, your eyes watching the world afront.

"Shepards off the grid, and we've got a common enemy back on our radar, since your last deployment you might recognize this face." She placed the file down between the two of you, she too watched the busybodies run back and forth.

A staggered sigh left your lips as you hesitantly grabbed the envelope. Unfolding the contents revealed a list of names, all highlighted with a pinned photo at the top.

"Makarov one of the leaders of the Russian Ultranationalists took down 30,000 marines and now is after Shepard, well rather, the missiles."

"You didn't come here to tell me about the man who killed my brother, what is it that you want?"

Kate took a quick glance at you watching as your met her eyes.

"Price is going after him, but he can't do it alone, not this time."

"So you want me back? Is that what you are implying?" You scoffed a bit, though she knew your ties with the 141, you had sworn to never step foot near them again, let alone serve alongside the man you once loved.

He knew you as a passed lover, someone he mourned when he "found" your dead body, covered in blood, but it wasn't you, that body wasn't the woman he mourned, but you knew what was best. For you at least, John was better off left in the dust, for you couldn't continue lying. Though he promised you the world, you couldnt do the same, you lived a dangerous life that he wasnt meant to be apart of.

"As much as I could help, there's nothing I can do, Makarov is no longer on my radar, I have no jurisdiction to provide any more aid, I'm dead, and no one knows but you Kate."

"I never said I needed your ties, I need you (y/n)."

Her eyes studied yours, she was intent on getting you, whether or not you wanted, Kate read you like a book and wanted nothing more than to end this war.

"He wouldn't want to see me again."

Kate sighed knowing you'd say that. She understood your reasons and wouldn't question you, after all, she was the only one who knew you were still alive.

"It's only so long before the truth comes out." Laswell was right, she always was, there was not way of avoiding this forever, unless you were truly dead. You took another look at the photo of Makarov, that sadistic smirk made your insides churn, the sheer thought of him made you repeat the trauma of death.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll meet you at the port."

Without another word, Laswell disappeared into the wind almost as if she was never beside you.

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The quiet waters and thick fog clouded your vision as you watched the empty streets, waiting for Laswell.

"You're late." You spoke out into the empty street. "Just by a few minutes," Kate spoke out as she appeared from the alleyway across from where you stood.

"here are the files of Makarov and his recent activities, we'll meet with price and the other, from there we regroup with Nikolai, I need you to stay focused, I know this will be hard seeing him again, but lives are at stake, especially yours."

You gulped, swallowing your pride for the moment, convincing yourself that this is what you want.You took the file from Laswell giving her a smile smile. "no promises love." She sighed and pushed past you onto the boat waiting for you to join her side, your face held an expression, "officials don't need to know we are there, your face is still recognizable."

"I'm dead Kate, remember?"

Once more she could only stare, to think that Price had once had the patience to deal with you when enlisted to the 141. "just get on make this easier for me."

"How has he been?" Reluctance and guilt, feelings you felt since you "died" you regretted everyday after that, the pain you put him through, days he must've spent mourning the love of his life, the times he went to bed watching the empty space beside him, missing the warmth that no longer lingered. You felt pity, anger and desperation.

You'd risk anything to get another night with him, to hug him, love him, cherish him, like he once did you.

"He's trying, to say the least, there isn't a day he doesn't sit in his room and talk to you." Laswell's words cut you like a knife, she always knew how to tug at your heart strings. "I wouldn't be surprised if he hates you." It was harsh, but true, to think that maybe he might forgive you for leaving, but even if roles were reversed you would hate him too.

"He needs closure, so give that to him at least, even if you don't plan on leaving again." She gave you a reassuring look, her lips pressed in a thin smile her eyes slightly creasing.

"I'll give whatever he needs."

With that silence overtook the remainder of the ride.

The boat came to a halt, reaching a small dock on the base of Vostochnyy Port, located on the eastern most front of Russian shores.

Laswell handed you a mask and a pistol. "Stay low and quite." Behind the large storage containers led to a small bunker that led underground, most likely dug out from the war.

The walk to wherever lasted for a moment, hells hitting the broken concrete as water leaked through busted pipes echoed through the bunker halls. "Price and the boys are in there, you enter whenever you're ready." You stopped at a door, a small sliver of a window allowed to you peak past and see the men you yearned to see.

Soap, Gaz, and Ghost, held a conversation while gathered around a table with maps and loose sheets, from afar you caught a glimpse of Price, sitting behind them. You could only see his hat, that dammed hat.

Your heart began to race, you could only watch, unsure of when to enter, or if you should at all. Nothing could mentally prepare the both of you, nothing could change or prevent the possibility that he would kill you right there and then, then maybe your lie would become true.

You were scared, more scared then when held at gun point by enemies. Laswell could sense it, the stiffness of your hand as it grasped against the protective vest your wore. She could hear your breath shorten, see the sweat that dropped from your chin. "Take your time."

With that she disappeared behind the door, the men immediately greeting her as you watched from the window.

"He'll hate me."

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