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

Chapter 2

Author's Note: For all you readers out there, this is Chapter 2. Enjoy :)

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Again, I gratefully accept constructive criticism as a means to help me develop my skills as a writer.

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Chapter 2

Nikolai was carrying an unconscious Soap on his shoulders while Price and Yuri covered them. They managed to clear the safehouse's courtyard and are now in the streets. The firefight wreaked havoc as civilians ran panicked and terrorized through the streets taking cover behind broken down cars or collapsed walls from the buildings nearby.

Price and Yuri took point as they tried their best to provide some covering fire for Nikolai and Soap. Masses of Ultranationalists fully geared and prepared for the assault covered the streets. A Mi-8 helicopter hovered on top of them and Price felt a knot in his stomach. If that helo attacks them they're as good as dead.

"Captain Price!" yelled Yuri over the deafening sound of bullets. "Is that chopper friendly or not?"

Price gazed up while taking cover behind a broken down car. There were three soldiers sitting on the side of the helicopter holding sniper rifles, and Price couldn't confuse the unmistakable red blazing hair on one of them. He chuckled and shook his head.

'They came back,' he thought, proud of his loyal mates.

"They're with us Yuri, do not worry. Just keep pushing forward."

"Shit... is that Nikolai carrying Soap?!" asked Daniels alarmed.

"Looks like MacTavish is wounded," replied Red.

"They need more boots on the ground," said Allen, putting in a fresh mag, housing 7.62x54mm cartridges. "We need to protect Captain MacTavish!"

"It's best if we stay here though," replied Daniels. "They need all the air support they can get even if it is just small arms fire. We'll protect him from up here."

"I agree with Daniels," said Red, wiping the sweat from her forehead, "even though we are in risk of being hit with an RPG."

"Yeah, and knowing you we are bound to attract one," teased Allen.

"I am not an RPG magnet!" Red frowned.

"That's what Roach told you, girl."

Sergeant First Class Alexandra 'Red' Petrov was born in Moscow, Russia. With only her father to rely on, from a very young age, Red became quite independent. Her father, ex-Spetsnaz, trained soldiers and trained his daughter on the side as Russia did not accept women in Special Operations Forces yet.

She was part of the Army of the Russian Federation but was forced to leave when Makarov searched to recruit her father to lead part of the Ultranationalists. Declining his offer, both of them suspected that they would be hunted down so they had to leave Russia and lost contact with each other. Today, she is part of an American Task Force and uses her Spetsnaz training to help the Loyalists remove the Ultranationalists from their position of power.

"Nikolai, we're outgunned and outnumbered," said Price distressed. "We need some heavier firepower!"

"There's a weapon cache at the edge of the town!" replied Nikolai. "We have a UGV stored there!"

"Then we'll use that to get to the chopper. Let's move!"

Yuri was inside a house firing from a window on the second floor. A family of six was huddled together in a corner trembling and crying with the mother holding her little ones close to her. He did the best he could to calm them down and when he saw that the enemies were eliminated on the streets, he left hurriedly in order to not attract any more attention to the civilians.

On the helicopter, everything was going well until the soldiers heard a beeping noise.

"What the hell is that?" asked Daniels puzzled.

"Der'mo!" yelled the pilot. "RPG!"

(Shit!)

The pilot managed to veer the chopper and the RPG just passed them by. Feeling their hearts in their throats, the three women looked at the pilots and saw that the co-pilot was clutching his heart.

"Nice piloting skills dude," yelled Allen, expressing a sigh of relief.

"That was so close," said Red, her eyes so wide they could pop out at any moment.

"We told you; you're an RPG magnet," said Daniels shrugging.

Red rolled her eyes and aligned the Dragunov against her shoulder. She searched for Price in her scope but couldn't find him. Instead, she saw what looked like a small robot firing and throwing grenades at the enemy.

"Ah, the UGV," said Red, nodding in approval. "Unmanned Ground Vehicle including a Minigun and a Grenade Launcher."

"Sweet!" said Allen.

"Looks like Price and Nikolai with Soap are behind the UGV moving to that helo over there," said Daniels.

"Where's the hottie that was with them?" asked Allen.

"Probably managing the UGV from a console somewhere," replied Red.

"Price and Nikolai got to the chopper!" said Daniels relieved.

"Uh-oh; a drone took out the UGV!"

"And there's the hottie running," said Allen. "Let's give him some cover."

Yuri dashed into the narrow streets, panting and sweating while shooting his AK-47 planting 7.62x39mm in the enemies' skulls and chests. He didn't have time to aim down the iron sights. The enemy started catching up on him and if he didn't get to the helicopter, there is the risk that he would be left behind and he was not in the mood to turn into Ultranationalist chow.

He turned left and ran into a construction site while everything exploded around him. Yuri wiped off the dirt and dust from his face and tried to swerve from left to right to avoid being hit. He jumped over a pile of bricks; however, there was no more surface to land on. Everything collapsed and he started sliding down along with barrels and pieces of concrete until he was freefalling into a river.

'Yebat',' thought Yuri.

(Fuck)

Air bubbles engulfed him and his hearing muffled as he tried to grab onto something to prevent being carried with the current of the river. Finally, he managed to grab on a tree root and pulled himself onto the river bank.

"There he is! There's Yuri!" yelled Nikolai frantically.

"Good," said Price determined. "We'll need him. We're going after Makarov."

"Who the bloody hell's Yuri?" asked Soap, half-conscious of his surroundings.

"Looks like everyone's in the air," said Daniels, putting down her sniper rifle.

"Hey man, where are we headed?" asked Allen to the pilot.

"Africa."

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Quick Author's Note: I won't take long to upload Chapter 3 do not worry. In the next chapter will learn more (for the new readers) or refresh our minds (for the old ones) about the ladies of the ETF.

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