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

Chapter 18

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 18

The ETF and the 141 were on their way to Russia in Nikolai's Pave Low. They wore green cammies and their faces were covered in camouflage paint. They looked exhausted. Recent events have fatigued them to the maximum. They were whispering amongst each other with a gloomy expression. MacTavish was eyeing Malloy most of the time. She mouthed him to stop but he simply smirked. She turned on Collins who was sitting next to her.

"How's your mum Lainey?"

"Not so great ma'am," she pouted. "Dad is taking the opportunity of my absence to get drunk and nag her constantly. My aunt, her sister, is staying with her. Mum applied for a restraining order but it's taking ages to be processed."

"Don't worry about it," said Malloy. "You're doing this for her."

"I wish they would lock him up," she sighed. "But every time they arrest him, they say there isn't enough evidence to keep him. What a bunch of bull."

Malloy was going to reply but was interrupted by Nikolai.

"We are nearly there. ETA three minutes."

"Roger Nikolai," said Price. "Bravo One will descend first. Nikolai will move further east where Bravo Two will take its position."

The Pave Low stopped and Bravo One which consisted of the 141, fast roped down. Nikolai moved up and dropped the rest of them. The ETF moved in a crouch-run position through the trees paying attention to where to stepped as they observed their surroundings through their scopes.

"Bravo One is in position," said Price over the comms. "Bravo Two what's your status?"

"We're in position," replied Williams glancing around her and seeing her mates in a prone position.

Eleven o'clock came and there was no sign of the mercenaries. The 141 was feeling uneasy as they observed the road from behind the trees.

"Where the hell are they?" asked Roach.

"Stay frosty," whispered Ghost.

At last, the sound of an engine was heard approaching and Yuri stepped in the middle of the dirt road clutching his G36C assault rifle close to him. The others stood on the side ready to attack. A black, Toyota Hilux stopped in front of Yuri and the driver stepped his head out of the window and talked to him in Russian. Price instructed them to stay low and to shoot on his command.

"What are you doing? Get the hell out of our way."

"I am sorry sir," replied Yuri, "but our car has broken down and we need a lift up to the base."

"Standby," breathed Price

"We have not been informed about you," said the driver, suspicious.

"Now!" ordered Price.

With their silenced weapons, Bravo One eliminated the soldiers that were in the Hilux. With the butt of their rifle, Ghost and Roach cleared the broken windows as not to raise suspicion once they arrive at the base.

"We took out the mercs and obtained the vehicle," said Price in his earpiece. "We're on the way to the base."

"Roger that," responded Williams. "We'll enter the base from the back and keep a low profile. Good luck."