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

Chapter 5

Author's Note: If you have any writing tips, please feel free to comment.

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

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Chapter 5

Dr. Margaret Malloy was on a bus traveling on the way to Nalchik situated in South West Russia. On any other day, she would be going to the hospital to do her work as a surgeon, but today, she was on a mission. Her daughter informed her of two injured soldiers currently residing in the local city's hospital. With the help of her husband's position in the military, she will transport these men out of Russia and keep them under observation.

On her left, sitting beside her, was an undercover soldier who was assigned as her bodyguard. She could feel her heart pound against her chest and started fidgeting with her light brown hair which had streaks of grey in it. She rubbed her face, stretching away from the wrinkles.

"I am getting too old for this," she thought, slightly shaking her head.

If they got caught that they were Americans, they would be arrested and can forget freedom for a quite substantial amount of time. Another reason this particular lad was chosen is that he was fluent in the Russian language. The only words she knew was Da which meant Yes. Sergeant Fuhrman had wide shoulders, very muscular and well-built. His head was shaved and he had this monotonous expression on his face that would annoy you. Everything about him made you feel protected so Dr. Malloy did not complain.

They were just driving in the city of Nalchik. It was a beautiful sight with the Caucasus Mountains covered in white in the background. Dr. Malloy looked at her watch: 17:50 pm.

"Good," she thought, expressing a sigh of relief.

The plan was to arrive around six, extract the soldiers in the helicopter and get the hell out of there.

"Remember," she said to Fuhrman, "the men are listed under false names: Sergei Vasily and Vahur Kozlov."

"I got this ma'am," he replied with a hint of a smile, "you don't have to worry about a thing."

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Downstairs in the living room/operations room, Yuri was cleaning his P99 and assembling it again. He rose from his chair as he noticed Price and the three other soldiers, the other half of the Elite Task Force which was presumed dead, were there to meet him. One of the women's face was familiar but he couldn't quite remember where he saw her. She did have a face with common features so maybe he was confusing her with someone else.

"So, you are Yuri, right? I am Corporal Lainey Collins, United States Army," she said with a dazzling smile, enthusiastically shaking his hand.

"You may call her Little Collins," said Allen half-smirking. "She is the youngest, just 20 years old."

Collins glared at Allen with her brown eyes and turned back to face Yuri, her light brown hair splashing across her face.

"You call me that, I'll kill you," she said fiercely and left off without another word.

"Collins really changed," said Red.

"With what happened to her, who can blame her," muttered Daniels.

Yuri tried to listen and comprehend what they were saying but they stopped abruptly.

"I am Lieutenant Charlene Williams of the Marine Corps; codename's 'Fox', don't ask how I got the name," she said, annoyed.