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

Chapter 14

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 14

Williams thanked their pilots Johnson and Castillo and together with her colleagues, they walked a short distance towards the cabin where Price and the others were currently staying at. Their feet were sinking in the snow with every pace they took making it harder to move faster. 

Their heads were covered in scarves and also wore heavy clothing to protect themselves from the frigid weather. Their duffle bags, full of equipment and other clothing weighed them down at every step. They were not supposed to be very far. Johnson and Castillo could only land in the clearing 800 meters west-north-west of Price's position.

After battling with cold and fierce winds, they managed to see a silhouette of what looked like a small lodge. Williams held up her hand in a fist over her head to signal her teammates to freeze. She silently ordered them to surround the cabin to make sure that it was not a trap. Red and Mac covered the north side where the backdoor was located. 

Collins and Williams stood at the south side at the front door's location. After waiting for five seconds, they breached together shouting to get on the floor. However, that was not necessary as they saw Price, Nikolai, and Yuri pointing their guns back at them.

"We had to make sure that-" started Williams but stopped abruptly as her eyes fell on Ghost who was standing in the corner of the room.

Ghost neither blinked nor smiled. He did not move a muscle; he knew that Williams was going to scream the place down because he wasn't in the hospital. But it wasn't the time and it seemed that Williams was thinking along the same lines.

"-that it was the right place," she continued as if nothing had happened.

"We're glad that you arrived safe and sound," said Price, holstering his M1911. "Where's Delta?"

"Sandman had an appointment with Volk. They'll meet us there."

"How do we know that it is not a trap?" pointed out Nikolai.

"We'll have to risk it," responded Allen.

"Just to be clear," said Price, "the message was about a location in Storuman, Sweden possibly connected with MacTavish."

"Exactly," affirmed Williams. "It also said an exact time; tomorrow at 2100hours."

"We'll have to be extra cautious as Sweden is Ultranationalist territory now," stated Price. "In the meantime, I suggest you settle down while Williams and I plan the mission."

There was a lot of shuffling inside the room yet it still had a calm demeanor. Most of the ETF sat down near the fire as Nikolai offered them piping hot beverages. Red stared at the fire crackling away and dancing happily in the fireplace, lost in her thoughts. 

Someone bumped into her and startled her. She snapped around and saw Yuri smiling softly at her. She couldn't return the smile. Her heart felt heavy and her stomach knotted. She felt like an invisible band was tightening around her head.

"You look beautiful," he grinned.

"I need to talk to you," she told him, ignoring his last remark.

"Tell me."

"In private..."

Yuri threw his arm around her waist and led her to an empty room adjacent to the living room. They sat down on the bed which was free of dust thanks to Yuri and Nikolai. They sat there in total silence for a few minutes. Nobody uttered a word. Yuri was getting worried when suddenly, Red stood up and held her head, looking frustrated and on the verge of tears.