Here we are! The sequel, so enjoy. I only own Ava, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

Ghost stood in their safehouse. One they should've left a good week ago, but Roach wasn't healing fast after 'Loose Ends.'. Ghost was still in a reasonable amount of pain, but being as stubborn as he is, refused to rest when Ava said he should. Ava was attempting to cook something decent, as they needed some decent food, eventually.

Ghost picked up a slip of paper which was resting on the corner of the knocker on the door outside. He opened it, not knowing what he was expecting. He read it, and was confused. It was in Russian. He knew odd phrases in Russian, but that was it. Despite not knowing what it ment, he knew the handwriting. Ghost walked back inside to ask Ava about what it said. Ava knew Russian fluently, thanks to her being in Russia since being 14.

"Ava." Ghost called.

"In here." Ava called back, from the tiny kitchen which was in the safehouse. The kitchen was warm, and Ava's small body was leaning on the kitchen surface. "What's up?"

"I just found this pinned to the door." Ghost said, reluctant to hand it over, "What does it say?" Ava took it, and opened the folded paper, and saw Russian.

"I know you're here." Ava said simply. She didn't want to add anymore.

"Shepherd's dead, and that only means..." Ghost said.

"We need to get the hell out of here." Ava interrupted and running out.

Ghost sighed at her, "It's probably just a false alarm."

"I don't want to be laying dead in here in a couple of hours. We're going."

They heard a weak voice from behind Ava, "What?"

"We got a note, most likely from Makarov saying that he knows we're here." Ava said quickly. "Ghost, do you want to tell Nikolai to come and get us?"

"But we don't have a clue where we are!" Ghost retaliated, being stubborn.

"I'll do it then." Ava also retaliated.

Ghost sighed, going to find the radio. He spoke through, asking for extraction, which they should've asked for quite a while ago, but they generally couldn't be bothered. Nikolai said he was on his way, and they were running around trying to collect their random things around the safe house. Roach, where he'd barley walked, he was still weak to walk. "You alright there, Roach?"Ava asked, as he struggled to sit up.

"We're going?"

"Yep. Nikolai should be on his way. You should rest until Nikolai gets here." Ava smiled, as he leaned against his pillows.

Ghost walked over to Ava, "He's on his way."

"Feels weird leaving." Ava commented.

Ghost nodded, "It'll be nice getting back to base though."

"And not getting creepy notes." Roach piped in. Ava chuckled, despite knowing it's not a funny situation.

The three were back at base. Ghost and Roach were in the infirmary, getting themselves properly treated. Soap was in there as well and Ava was sitting in the rec. room reading an English paper. Price walked in and sat opposite her, she didn't lift her head. "Sine." Price simply said, Ava looked up.

"Still think I'm the enemy?" She asked, tilting her head so she could continue reading.

Price shook his head, "Believe it or not, I don't."

"What changed your mind?"

"The urgency of getting Roach and Ghost out of their situation. How did you not get hurt?"

"Ghost was getting Roach to the chopper and I was covering. When I ran forward to meet them, Shepherd had shot them, and ran back into hiding." Ava said, anger touching her voice, "How did you fight all the militia in India?"

Price looked at the door, before looking back at her, "Nikolai got a Russian in to help us. You haven't seen him?"

Ava shook her head, "Not once." As if on cue, he walked through the door, and Ava turned to see who it was. Her eyes widened in shock for a moment before she gave a small smile and turned back. "Ava, Yuri." Price said.

"If you would excuse me for a moment." Ava said, walking out the room quickly, she walked up the stairs and heard footprints from behind her. "Why the hell are you here?"

"I could ask you the same question." The Russian chuckled.

Hate spread in Ava's eyes, "You'll get caught. They'll know you belong to Makarov."

"Makarov betrayed me. Before the airport massacre."

"Yeah right." Ava continued to glare at him. She'd known him since she was 15. He trained her, and she hated him.

"You were always quick to judge."

"You don't belong here." Ava said, continuing to glare.

He raised his eyebrows, smirking, "And what are you going to do about it? Tell them, because I could say the exact same."

"They know that I was with him, but they know exactly why." Ava spat, she knew Yuri knew the reasoning of why Ava was in Makarov's army.

"How do they know you're not lying?"

Ava shrugged, "Guess I've earned my trust." She stepped forward.

"Where are you going?" He asked, thinking he still had authority over her.

"None of your business, now move." Yuri stood still in his place, she pushed him to the side and walked down the stairs and walked to the infirmary.

Ava sat in between Roach's and Ghost's beds and opposite Soaps. The three were making her laugh a lot. Mainly ranting about hospitals. "Ava, you never get injured." Roach commented.

He had hit a weak spot, but she smiled and replied, "I've had my fair share. Now it's your turn."

Roach pouted, "I've had my fair share."

"You've never got it too bad." Ava retaliated.

"It's why we call him Roach." Soap laughed from across the room.

"So this isn't that bad?" Roach asked, sarcastically.

Ava frowned, "It's like the first time you've been hurt this bad."

"You haven't even known me that long!" Roach said, throwing his arms up, then groaning in pain.

"Dude, I'm psychic." Ava grinned, Roach rolled his eyes.

"Have you guys met Yuri?" MacTavish asked.

"Unfortunately." Ava blurted out before she could filter what she thought.

Soap raised his eyebrows at her, "What?"

"I just don't like him." Ava said, putting her hands up in defense.

He shrugged, "Fair enough." They continued to talk until Ava got up and said bye. Ava walked up to her old room, yawning. The room was still a complete mess, which Ava chuckled at, remembering when they tried to make Roach tidy it. Memories flooded her mind. She hadn't been there long, but she couldn't thank them enough for taking her in. They all wanted one thing, Makarov dead. And they still did.

A/N: It feels weird starting this, seriously. Anyways, begging part, please review because I'll update faster and woo for everyone! So yeah, hope you enjoyed this boring chapter, it shall get more interesting soon! -CaptainHall