Summary: A feeling of being stalked by someone. Months have passed and MacTavish can't do a thing about it. When he finally thought he had captured his stalker, things just went upside down for the poor Scot. (AU)

Pairing: GhostxSoap, PricexSoap

Rating: M for language, violence and hot manly smut in much later chapters (because I want to write something with real plot).

Disclaimer: I do not own Call of Duty, it belongs to Infinity Ward.


Chapter One

The constant ringing and blinking of the phone. The friendly and caring way of talking to deceive the costumers. Shouts of anger when they were irritating. That was the every day life of John MacTavish. A man who dreamed of only living his mundane life in peace.

Today was just another ordinary day at the call center he was working at. The never ending calls of complains were feeding him up, it has been going on for many hours now. He needed something to calm his nerves a bit, so he decided to take a short break.

"I'm going out for a bit." He informed his other colleagues before leaving his desk.

"Going out for a quick smoke, eh, Soap?" Price, his superior in the line of work, asked as he passed him by.

MacTavish gave him nod and continued walking. His feet eventually brought him to the smoking area outside. It has gotten darker, no one was there except for Gary Sanderson, who they nicknamed Roach for a petty reason. A quick greeting was exchanged between both men, before it fell silent again. Although Gary was the energetic and noisy type, during stressful days like these that he leisurely enjoys his break time by keeping quiet and smoking. Even he needed some alone time. Ignoring the younger man, MacTavish reached for his pocket and grabbed the pack of cigarette. Taking one piece out and placing the filter part it in his mouth, he returned the small box and reached for his lighter, which should be in his other pocket. He blindly searched for it but it was nowhere to be found. He tried with his other pockets but still no sign. MacTavish muttered under his breath, now more irritated than before. This would be the fourth time this month. Things just kept disappearing all of a sudden, like they had magically grown a pair of legs and ran off to god knows where. Feeling the carving for the drug even more, he did not hesitate to ask Roach for it.

"Would you mind if you could let me borrow your lighter for a sec?" He asked as he inched towards the man staring blankly at the dark sky with a lit cigarette between his teeth.

"Sure." Roach replied with a smile and handed him his lighter.

MacTavish was pretty happy for getting what he wanted. "Thanks a lot. You're my savior, Roach."

The younger man laughed in a childish, yet cute way. "No probs." Roach's smile was just so heartwarming and infectious that the Scot couldn't help but smile back to him.

MacTavish immediately began to flick the lighter, but the wind began to blow a little harder, which made it impossible for the little fire to survive. He tried it again, this time with a hand covering it to protect the precious flame from the annoying breeze. He tried it a few more times before giving up. He was just so out of luck, it wouldn't light anymore, it was empty. Gritting his teeth together in annoyance, he returned the lighter to Roach as it lost its only purpose to him.

"Thanks, but it doesn't work, mate. Do you have anything else to light?" His frustration slightly appeared in his voice.

The American shook his head as nothing came to his mind. MacTavish couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose and let out a heavy sigh. Returning the white addictive stick back into the pack, he smiled at Roach and left the smoking area to go to the break room in hopes to get a cup of coffee to at lease calm his nerves a little bit. Upon entering the poorly lit room, a familiar figure sitting at the table near the window came into view.

"Ghost?" Mactavish asked, trying to confirm the identity of the person in the darkness before taking another step forward.

"Yes?" Came the answer. MacTavish was glad, he finally got someone to talk with who was also on break. He took his 'I'm a f*cking professional' coffee mug out of the cupboard and filled it with hot coffee from the machine. He then made his way to Simon Riley, the man he called Ghost, and sat across him.

MacTavish sipped on his coffee, eyeing his companion while doing so. He sighed, he completely forgot that Riley wasn't very talkative. The man truly earned the nickname Ghost for his lack of presence. "What a stressful day." MacTavish began, trying to start a conversation with him.

"Yeah." He silently said. Noticing MacTavish staring at him with wait for something more than a simple yeah, he added, "You look very stressed lately. Any troubles, MacTavish?"

MacTavish sighed, making it clear that there were lots of them, "Its the usual work problems. Annoying costumers and lots to do." Ghost nodded in agreement feeling the same way. "Though, there's one more thing that's bothering me." He added before pausing. He was not sure if telling him would be a good idea, because he already told it to the others and they just laughed at him, calling him paranoid.

"What?" Ghost asked, curious as to what could possibly trouble the Scot more than work. He rarely brought up problems from outside the center.

"Well... Lately I've got this feeling of someone stalking me. Sometimes I can feel it, someone watching me but when I look back no one is there. It may be because I live in a relatively big house all alone in the middle of nowhere that I'm starting to get paranoid, but I can feel the stare even at work. I'm starting to feel afraid, I'm losing more and more sleep thanks to that." MacTavish had expected an outburst of laughter. If the others laughed at him, then surely Ghost won't be any different, right? But instead of hearing laughter, it was the complete opposite, there was silence. Ghost had placed a hand on his chin, probably analyzing how he could help the troubled Scot. MacTavish brightened up, he never knew the man was so reliable. He should have talked about it with him from the start and ignored all those bad rumors about him that everyone has been talking about since his arrival.

"Do you probably know someone who has a grudge against you?" He asked as he placed his hand on the table.

MacTavish shook his head and replied. "No, not at all. I have always avoided fighting with others. So there are probably none."

"How about an ex who's still crazy about you?" Came another question.

MacTavish laughed at Ghost's absurd idea. "No, I only had a few. They were all kindhearted, so-"

"What only a few? With that killer looks of yours?" He was doubtful at MacTavish. "I don't buy it."

Another laugh came from MacTavish. "Despite how I look, I'm a really loyal guy." He said with a smirk and wink.

Both parties laughed, enjoying the other's company. Ghost continued questioning MacTavish for other possibilities of who his stalker might be, but time made it so short. Break was almost up and they needed to go back to work.

"Sorry MacTavish, I guess I wasn't really that big of a help." Ghost said as they both stood up.

"No, you were really helpful. I appreciate that you listened to me. You only joined us recently but I have to say, you're a better friend than any of those wankers." He pointed back at the office, to his other colleagues.

Ghost laughed, he did not expect that comment to come out from MacTavish of all people. They all seemed so close to each other, like real brothers. If that was true, then MacTavish would probably be the eldest by his maturity. Leaving their conversation as it was, they exited the room and went to their desks to continue their left off jobs.

After hours of talking to advise and assure the costumers of their worries, MacTavish was finally able to call it a day. Leaving the building, the sky was much darker than before. Figures, it was already twenty-two o' clock. As he breathed out, he left traces of white smoke, a sign that the cold season was coming.

He made his way to his car, which was parked at the very end of the parking lot. As he moved forward his footsteps echoed through the dark and silent night, but he felt unsettled as he heard another pair of steps echoing from behind. He was beginning to panic but did not stop walking, his stalker has come for him, was the only thought that went through his mind in that moment. MacTavish was afraid but he couldn't help it, he had the urge to look behind him, wanting to hope that his brain was just playing tricks on him like always. He counted to three, to mentally prepare himself for a possible encounter with his stalker, then he turned back as quick as he could to confirm his wishful thinking. There was no one there. A relieved sigh escaped from his mouth.

Carrying on again, the clouds moved and covered the moon. It was harder to see but the flickering of the almost burnt out streetlights made it a bit better. As he continued moving forward, he felt that the shadows casted by the lights are playing tricks on his mind again. He could have sworn that he saw someone behind the car from the corner of his eye. Wanting to confirm his doubting eyes, he turned his head to the side. Unease filled him, a feeling that he didn't like so much. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head, he's probably just tired, so he thought. But the figure still remained, standing at the dark corner of the parking lot. Cold sweat ran down from his forehead. 'Just ignore it and walk. Its just an illusion.', that was what he told himself. Swallowing the built up tension down his throat, he cleared his mind. 'Its just an illusion.', he repeatedly said to himself as he walked past the man in the darkness.

'Tap, tap', his steps never felt louder than before. 'Pant, pant', and his breath surely wasn't as heavy as that either. His mind automatically entered the warning zone for possible danger. He wasn't paranoid. There really is someone following him. With his mind in the state of chaos, just a sudden tap on his shoulder from behind was enough to make him throw a punch at that person. The man staggered backwards and down on the floor. Without thinking any further, MacTavish beat up his stalker to a bloody mess. A mistake that he came to regret later on.

"Soap!" Price shouted loudly from afar, running towards the fight.

MacTavish was glad as he saw Price coming to his aid. "Price!" He shouted back. "Thank God. I was about to get attacked by-" Bones cracked before he could finish his sentence. He flew backwards and onto the ground as a powerful punch from the older man hit him in his ribs. He groaned in pain, trying to gasp for air and rubbing his side to ease the pain a little.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" The older man was furious, demanding an explanation from MacTavish that instant.

The Scot was confused, he couldn't understand. Why was Price protecting his stalker? Shouldn't he be the one to be protected by him? "What are you talking about, old man? He attacked me, I was only trying to defend myself!" He flinched at the pain as he answered..

"Bollocks! I saw the whole thing with my own eyes." Price was walking in circles with a fast pace, massaging his head while muttering something under his breath. He stopped to look at MacTavish once more before shouting. "God damn it, Soap! Roach did nothing to you!" He walked away, trying to get in contact with the ambulance and police.

Meanwhile, shock has overwritten MacTavish's face. He was looking pale. "N-no, it can't be!" He crawled towards the unmoving body, completely ignoring his own pain. The distinctive features of the unconscious man were definitely that of his colleague. The man lying on the ground was indeed Gary Sanderson, the shy childish man from the same call center he works at and his best friend. "Gary." Stuttering, he whispered the man's name before he burst into tears, he knelt down and took the man in his arms. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" He said it plenty more of times while caressing the younger man's cheek, trying to wipe the blood away. "I did not mean for this to happen. Please forgive me, Gary."

"Its already too late, Soap. He can't hear you."

The sound of the sirens made by the ambulance and police got closer and not before long Gary was taken to the hospital while MacTavish to the station.


A/N: Call Center. That brings back some memories. So anyway I had this idea while working but always procrastinated it until now. In later chapters we'll all know how big of a pervert I am for thinking such things while in also, I'm so sorry Roach for beating you up. But I had to, for the sake of my story. Please forgive me.

I haven't played the game and know nothing about soldiers, so this is the reason why this story takes place in an Alternative Universe (AU). The characters will also have different character traits than other fan-fictions because its playing in an AU, where they didn't become soldiers. Everyone be ready, because it is going to turn into a bloody roller coaster ride.

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