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

Chapter 21

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 21

0400 hours

Prague, Czech Republic

The peaceful night forced everyone to forget the blood that had been shed in the past few days in Prague. Roach wiped his sweaty forehead and looked at Ghost. He was resting his eyes with his weapon on his lap. He heaved a sigh and looked out the balcony door. They were situated on the seventh floor of an apartment block viewing the south side of the hotel. His heart felt heavy and his stomach felt like being squeezed by an invisible hand. It looked like Ghost sensed his uneasiness and woke up with a start.

"Ok?" he yawned.

Roach looked at Ghost and shrugged. "I guess I'm fine."

"What's wrong?"

"My life is shit mate," mumbled Roach.

"Everybody's life is like that at the moment bug."

"I need a good shag right now," said Roach trying to find a comfortable position.

Ghost frowned. "It's not like you to talk like that."

"I'm sick of running after Lainey," he complained. "I'm being nice to her and she shoves me away. It's driving me mental!"

"Roach, you're used to one night stands and flings."

"That's the thing! I'm willing to be committed and she plain ignores me."

"She's young and probably inexperienced. Give her a chance," said Ghost.

"I don't know if I'm willing to do that anymore..."

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Williams, Red, and Collins were standing at attention in what looked like a conference room. This particular section of Fort West was not affected by the war unlike the majority of the administration building. Gilson was seated behind a polished wooden elongated table surrounded by his colleagues. The Board had common features amongst them regardless of their gender. They had stuck up noses, narrowed eyes and a feel of smugness causing their jaw to clench and their chest to puff out. However, the focus seems to fall on the man in the middle every time.

"Do you know why you are here Lieutenant?" asked Gilson.

He wore a pair of reading glasses and rested them on the tip of his nose as he read from a file.

"No, sir."

Collins tried to keep a straight face as she balanced on the crutches. The pain killers were wearing off and her leg started thumping with pain again.

"I think we're here so that you can thank us properly in preventing another nuclear disaster," said Red with a hint of arrogance in her voice.

The Board shifted in their seats and rested their angry gaze upon her. Williams gave her a sideways glance and then looked straight ahead again.

"Oh yes, the one where you have worked with Task Force 141, right?" said Gilson, coolly.

Williams felt a lump in her throat and knew that this was not going to end well.

"They are disavowed due to treason, aren't they?" said Ms. Casa, on the far end of the table.

Red scowled. She was furious with herself for not anticipating this.