Fallen Angel (A Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Fanfiction)

Chapter 29- A Kill Like None Other

I never thought I would've ended up in the middle of a war.

No, not a war of friendship or family drama. Not a war of having to fight for a certain job position or a parking space at the grocery store. Not even a war between two enemies two countries away, each in their own offices.

This war was different.

It was life or death. It was predator versus prey...light against dark.

We were the light fighting to keep the dark away. We were prey that happened to be skillfully dodging our predators, our enemies. With the matter of life or death, neither side was one in particular.

As part of the United States government, our team was perceived as the protectors of life, the fighters of death. I liked to believe that we also brought death wherever we happened to tread. We were killing others, whether it was from collapsing buildings or the slaughtering of enemies, and so we brought upon others a sense of darkness and death.

In this war, we too were the enemies however it was not admitted directly. Others were blinded by the larger we wrongdoings of Menendez and his band of soldiers to see that we too were terrorists.

Everyone involved in a war conducts a scene of terrorism at least once. Whether that act is "true" terrorism depends on the acts that follow.

My father was a terrorist- not something many others shared in common- and there wasn't doubt about it. However, the fight was surprisingly unlike himself. He was almost backing off....not attempting to kill like he'd been prophesied to do so many times.

Did this still make him a terrorist?

Maybe I was being too easy since Menendez was my birth father, but still. He wasn't causing anymore deaths by his own hand. He wasn't realistically fighting the war.

As much as I made myself give him loose rope, I found myself holding onto it tightly. Menendez was a terrorist. He'd killed both the women who'd been my mothers with a choice not to. He had hurt Felix, Mason and even myself. Not even counting the millions he'd damaged with his actions, Menendez was the man of harm.

Yet with all these well-known facts, these provable pieces of evidence that showed how terrible Raul Menendez was, I found myself commiserating him. The bond between a father and daughter was unbreakable and though I didn't know him very well, I felt that bond with Menendez stronger than with anyone else.

Not with my adoptive mother, Diana. Not with Harper. Not with Felix.

Not with David Mason.

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"Emma!"

I moved my head away from the pillow it rested against and gazed groggily at Felix. He advanced towards me, ducking his shoulders away from men scrambling to round up supplies or heading for battle. His grey eyes, usually so fierce and ignited with fire, were dull and nothing but simmering coals.

"We're going in."

"W-What?" I shook my head, feeling dizzy without sleep. "We just came out."

"I know," Felix frowned, plopping down next to me on the makeshift stretcher. "We're so close to breaking him, Em. I can feel it. Mason can too and he's wanting to push the next twelve hours to get to Menendez."

I only groaned, toppling onto my side uncomfortably.

"Hey," Felix clutched my hands warmly, "we're almost done."

"I know," I bit my lip. "Unfortunately, I feel like that's not what I want to hear."

"What do you mean?" Felix's scratchy voice was soft.