Call of duty imagines

Price [Die For You] [2]

The room was cold, the air was thick, deep smog would flood my senses, it was only then had I realized that Laswell had entered the room. The boys immediately greeted her, Soap with his over bearing hug while Gaz and Simon stuck to the usual hand shake or pat on the shoulder.

"You still alive there John?" Her voice echoed in my head, this constant ringing overbearing the sound of the small room. "Barely." Gaz spoke in response for me.

He was right, I couldn't even fathom how miserable I was feeling, this anger, frustration and all feelings of sadness pent up in one sitting.

It had been a year or two since I lost (y/n), not a day I thought about her, she was my everything, the one I cherished most, it'll be till my death that I would be willing to forgive myself for leaving her. I was in no mind to continue working these missions, but I had to avenge somehow, even if it meant taking my life along with it.

If then, my debt would be paid.

"Makarov has moved southwest of here, taking over abandoned stores, shipment ports and large scale production facilities, hes widespread and hard to reach, but there's only one way we can get him. And that's where my guest comes in."

Laswells voice became a pounding headache, the men's chatter building up in my head. There I was again, that sickening feeling, that nausea.

The door slowly opened, the thick air and cold pressure released as the tension in my neck began to relieve.

Before I could even describe the feeling my eyes met with familiar ones.

Ones that I spent the years missing, ones that I thought I'd never see again.

There she was, just a few feet from me, living, in the flesh. Her hair the same length it was left in, the same scar across her left brow and the addicting smell of her aura.

I felt the panic again, had I been hallucinating? Possibly high from the craze of mourning? I had no answers but so many questions.

"Hello John."

She spoke.

Her voice as soft as I remembered her accent as kind as it was before. Oh I miss that sound so much.

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I stood there, watching him stare back at me, he was frozen, stuck in time, unable to move. His eyes never left mine, his body remained.

The bunker felt colder than before, my arms pricked from the cold bumps, my hands became clammy as I began to cold sweat.

My heart beating out of my chest, I was terrified of seeing him again.

"Hello John."

His name, so casually uttered. I was in no position to say his name, but yet it felt so right.

The room was silent, not a breath was heard.

I could sense Laswell in the corner of my eye, she held the same expression I did, pure nervousness. I stepped further in the room, shutting the door behind me.

Upon first glance I could read the boy's expressions, they were surprised to say the least, but i knew deep down they were angry. It was only fair.

They were right to be angry, to feel hatred, to want nothing to do with me. However it wasn't their ultimate decision to do so.

It was his. Johns decision.

"Please say something." I bit my lip, my eyes shaking, nose burning from the need to cry. My lips frowned as I could only bite my lip harder. My breath becoming ragged.