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

Chapter 31

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 31

Malloy and MacTavish got out of the pub laughing loudly and trying to walk as straight as possible. He tried to focus on his car keys but dropped them on the floor. Slowly, he stooped down to grab them but nearly fell over. Malloy grabbed him just in time preventing MacTavish from falling face-first into the ground.

"No way you are going to drive home," she said in a serious tone. "Listen, I'm staying nearby. Why don't you crash at my place and then drive tomorrow?"

He looked at her and started chuckling.

"Are you taking advantage of a drunk man? Tsk tsk, Malloy, you are a naughty girl," he slurred.

She slapped him on the back playfully.

"Shut up you idiot! I am trying to help you," she grabbed his arm and put it around her shoulder. Her body sagged under his weight.

Malloy struggled to reach for keys inside her pocket. She did not know how she managed to carry him for two blocks. She dropped on the sofa and made her way to her bedroom to get some sleep.

The next morning, MacTavish opened his eyes slowly. He felt his head pounding and the piercing, bright light was not helping. He looked down and noticed that his shirt was missing. Baffled, he looked around but could not find it. The door opposite opened and Malloy was in the doorway wearing a t-shirt and shorts. His eyes traveled over her body without helping it.

"Good morning," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"Mornin'," he replied.

"Where is your shirt?" she asked.

"I must have felt warm and just took it off and threw it somewhere."

He walked towards the counter to the kitchenette and could not help notice that Malloy was eyeing him as well.

"Would you like some tea?"

"Aye, thanks."

She poured some water inside the kettle and lit it up.

"Why are you really here?" he said, unexpectedly.

She turned around and saw that MacTavish was dead serious. He had that look in his eyes that sent shivers down her spine and not in a positive way.

"I already told you-"

"Cut the bollocks," he said firmly.

"I don't know what you mean."

"You know exactly what I mean!" he said, raising his voice. "Why in the bloody hell did you come here?"

She stood frozen, her heart beating in her throat not knowing how to reply or maybe not wanting to reply. She felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Her palms were starting to sweat and she looked anywhere in the room to avoid his gaze.

"Answer me!" he roared.

"Because I still love you okay?!" she yelled back with tears in her eyes.

MacTavish was taken aback by this sudden outburst and mostly by her reply. She looked away, embarrassed by her confession. The room was as silent as the dead. Nothing and nobody moved. He kept gazing at her but she continued to refuse to look at him. She broke the silence by clearing her throat.