Disavowed but Not Forgotten (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 Fanfiction) ✓

Chapter 1

Author's Note: To my old readers: welcome back! To my new readers: Welcome! First things first; this is the sequel to my fanfic The Elite Task Force. I suggest you read that first or you won't understand how the story developed and you will get confused resulting in not enjoying this fic; something that I definitely do not want to happen to you!

All of you who have stuck with the Elite Task Force and Task Force 141, thank you from the bottom of my heart! You have inspired me to write a sequel :3

As always, constructive criticism is welcome. There is always room for improvement and that is why I urge you to list your concerns or positive remarks in the comments.

This is the first chapter for Disavowed but Not Forgotten. Enjoy it :)

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Chapter 1

The sound of a helicopter echoed in the background as the soldier felt himself being heaved and settled on some kind of surface. He opened his eyes slowly and saw a bright blue sky with clouds floating peacefully. A man was looking back at him and nodded. That beard and boonie hat was familiar. He knew him from somewhere but he couldn't remember where. The soldier felt himself moving and realized that the surface he was lying on was a gurney and he was being pushed into a building. But who was that man?

"It's the FNG sir. Go easy on him sir, it's his first day at the Regiment."

"Right... What the hell kinda name is Soap, eh? How'd a muppet like you pass Selection?"

"Captain Price!" Soap tried to call out but felt a huge pain in his abdomen and looked down to see the bandages soaked in blood. He groaned in pain and tried to talk but his mouth felt dry and could feel spittle at the corner of his mouth. The building was dark and there were several soldiers on the side. A soldier was shouting for the doctor with a heavy Russian accent – Nikolai...

He couldn't stay awake for long. There is an image of a woman stuck in his mind. She had long, light brown hair and light green eyes. He felt in seventh heaven thinking about her. Everything was fading away.

"Price, we've got vital signs but they're weak. Soap won't last without proper attention!" said Nikolai, panicking.

"He's a hard bastard," said Price, determined. "Trust me, he'll make it."

The safehouse was situated in Himachal Pradesh, India where the buildings were beautifully built with their unique style in architecture. Nonetheless, they were not there to admire the colorful culture.

An old doctor with tufts of white hair on the side of his head and naturally sad eyes was wearing a white apron smeared in blood. He changed his rubber gloves and started observing the soldier on the stretcher and started working on him.

"Nikolai! Our perimeter has been breached!" yelled a Loyalist soldier.

"We've got company," said Nikolai gravely.

"It's Makarov; he's tying up loose ends," replied Price rubbing his forehead. "Who's your best man?"

Yuri; ex-Spetsnaz. Only man I know who hates Makarov more than you."

"Get him. They'll use the ridgeline for cover and fly in from the south."

"How do you know?"

"It's what I'd do."

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"Let's go save New York gentlemen," said Sandman.

1st Special Forces Operation Detachment-Delta, more known as Delta Force, had Team Metal on standby at Bennett Field which was in the vicinity of New York. Master Sergeant 'Sandman', leader of Team Metal, was with three other soldiers sitting in a Humvee and bouncing around due to road bumps.