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

Chapter 30

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 30

6 months later...

MacTavish was enjoying a cigar at Wallace Park, a few minutes' walk from his home in Elgin. He had traveled back to Scotland the morning after Ghost's wedding. As he had no business back in America and was on temporary leave from the SAS, he decided to spend his free time at home. He used to spend most of his teen years in that particular park, running around with his mates, and throwing rocks at the lake which would scare off the poor ducks. He could not stop grinning; those were simpler times. Now there he was, all alone with the ducks he used to scare away, to keep him company.

Children were playing football with their fathers caught his eye in particular, and he did not know why. He felt his throat dry and it was not because of the cigar. He never thought he would find himself in that position, thinking about the possibility of having a family. It was probably the fact of his near misses with death in the last war, which was still fresh on his mind.

His thoughts were soon interrupted as he felt the bench he was sitting on sag under the weight of an added person. He groaned inwardly. From all the empty benches, this person decided to sit near him. He ignored the intrusion and continued smoking. After a while, the silence was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Hey, MacTavish."

MacTavish snapped his neck to the side with his mouth slightly gaping open. There she was, her light brown hair flowing with the wind, a cigarette barely held by her lips, donning a white t-shirt and jeans jacket over black leggings and brown combat boots. He held his sunglasses up for a moment to check if he was hallucinating.

"Malloy," he greeted, trying not to seem overwhelmed by her sudden appearance, "it's been a long time since I last saw you. What have you been up to?"

"Not much," she replied. "Do you have a light?"

He tossed her his zippo and she lit up her cigarette.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, her appearance still looked surreal to him.

"I'm on vacation," she said, inhaling deeply. "A bit of fresh air always helps and what better place than the highlands?"

"From all of the countries in the world, you chose Scotland?"

"Why not?"

"And from all the places in Scotland, you chose Elgin, my hometown."

She shrugged indifferently.

"You were right Soap. This place is beautiful. I wanted to check it out for myself. Is something wrong?"

It was his turn to shrug.

"I am here to see someone I knew from way back; an old mate. He was such a gentleman," she said, smiling to herself. "You can join us if you want. We'll be meeting at the Dark Horse near Lhanbryde at nineteen hundred hours."

"Wait," he said hurriedly as she got up, "you drove ten minutes to come to this park where there are perfectly lovely woods at Lhanbryde?"

"Will you come or not?"

"To see you get with an old lad from your past? Thanks but no thanks," he replied gruffly.

"Suit yourself," she said and walked away.