A/N: Welcome to a brand new MacTavishxMelody story! I know some may say I'm stupid to continue this, but I love to write and as long as some may like my stories and how I write, I plan on continuing. So, to those who do not like that I have continued but still pressed the story, now may be a good time to exit - Have a nice day;)

Benjamin Johnston turned and looked once more back at the old facility behind him. He had decided to give the place up for good since he heard about Melody years ago. Before, he had thought that Melody was the last thing he had of Melanie and the life he used to have, he thought that if he kept her for so long he'd be maybe closer to getting back to normal. He sighed when he felt an uncomfortable tug pull at his chest as he heard tires screech behind him and the slamming of a car door.

He threw a box into the back of a truck and turned as he heard his name being called from an old, familiar voice making the atmosphere tense.

"Finally giving it up, Benjamin? For her sake?" Margaret asked walking up to him.

He looked over at the woman. She was wearing casual clothes, an ivory blouse, long jeans, and a cheap pair of knock-off Converse at her feet. Her usually long blonde hair was chopped and put in loose curls that tickled her shoulders. He grinned seeing the woman from his past. He thought she had quit three years ago when they saw on the news about the returning Task Force 141 and their revealing about the truth with General Shepherd. Benjamin hated himself for giving his daughter to him. They said that Makarov had killed her, but he imagined that he himself was the one that killed his own daughter.

"What are you doing here, Margaret?" He asked then paused seeing a small blonde girl peek out behind Margaret's legs with a nervous look on her face. He furrowed his eyebrows in pain and turned his head when a memory flashed in his skull. Melody at a young age, crying and begging for forgiveness. Crying and begging that he wouldn't hit her.

'How did I become a monster?' He thought forcing himself to collect his thoughts since he wasn't by himself.

"I heard about this place. I came to check on you. We're probably never friends, but I knew that I had to come see you at some point. Since the news of Melody's passing." She said hesitantly.

Benjamin looked over from the arm that rested against the trunk door. He arched an eyebrow slightly at the woman. "I guess we weren't. Tell me something, Margaret. Was I such a monster as I think now? I never wanted to hurt Melody, but I was just so angry… with…myself." He said slowly as he felt tears sting his eyes.

Margaret was shocked to see the man this way. She had always known and brought him up in her thoughts to be this cold and cruel man who'd kill his own to just get respect and attention. But now, seeing him crumble in front of her made her question her judgment. She let go of her daughter's small hand for a second and stepped closer towards Benjamin.

"Ben, I need to tell you something. Melody… she left you something. Years ago when Shepherd came to take her away from us. Here, she left this note; she wanted to give it to you but she never got to." Margaret said as tears began to form in her eyes and trickled in slivers down her cheeks as she looked at the man before her with concern filled her blue eyes.

Ben hesitantly looked over at her as she held a folded piece of paper in her shaky hand. The little girl at her side clutched tightly to her mother's hand.

"Momma, are you crying?" She asked softly, big matching blue eyes staring towards her mother's face.

Margaret quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her right hand and looked at the girl with a forced smile. "No, sweetie, everything's okay. C'mon, I think we should give Mr. Johnston some time alone." She said leaning down and picking the girl up and to her hip.

"Bye, Mr. Johnson." The little girl said pronouncing his name wrong.

His eyes stung with tears and he grinned at the girl and returned her farewell wave with a stiff lift of his two front fingers. He watched as Margaret left the grounds and he sat on the tailgate of his truck as he slowly opened the creased and torn paper that was left to him by his daughter. He let out a muffled moan as he felt a quick tug at his heart thinking about her sitting down one day and writing this. Alive and well. Another tug sent him sighing. He forced himself to read the rushed and scribbled handwriting on the paper.

Dear Dad,

Yeah, I'm just as shocked that I'm writing this as must be. I don't know really why I am writing this, but let's just get this over with. First off; I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was never the daughter you trained and the daughter you wanted to see grow up. I'm sorry I'm not perfect, but to be completely honest, who is? Take a long time to figure out who? Bet it did. But, even though I hate saying so, but I won't be relaxed until I do, I love you, Dad. I don't know why or how, but maybe it's just biological. Wait, does that make sense? Anyway, since you've probably crumbled this already or thrown it away, it's probably the best time to say good-bye… So… Bye.

-Melody

Benjamin broke down and began to cry on the tailgate of the truck. The sun was shining and there was a warm breeze; simply good weather. But, to Benjamin, it was like any other day when it was damp and muddy. He clutched the note to his chest as twenty years of held-back tears poured down his cheeks and splattered against his note. Melody's note. He never thought she'd leave such a deep scar in his life like Melanie had. It then occurred to him that he didn't want that with his second daughter, Krista. He had to see her, even if Melody might've convinced her that he was a monster like he feared. But, was it completely wrong?

"I'm so sorry, Melody." He muttered at the paper in his hand.

"Okay, so that's all that I saw in the attic, Mrs. J." The tall shaggy blonde-haired man said as he popped his knuckles and turned to the woman beside him.

"Thanks Jeremy. You have no idea what this means seeing all this old stuff still hidden up there." Melanie said immediately grabbing the box and sliding it gently across the wooden floor towards the living room.

"Mom, what are you doing with that box anyway?" Krista asked handing an excited bouncing one year old over to Taylor as he grinned at the squealing girl.

"It's all of her stuff. I kept it for years in the attic. It's all I now have left of Melody." She said hesitantly as she stroked her hand on the cardboard top.

Krista placed her hands in her pockets and walked towards her mother. Her long brown hair was strewn across her shoulders and slightly down her back; blue eyes looking warily at her mother. "Mom, you don't have to do this right now if you're not ready. I'm sad about Melody's passing, I mean she is my sister whether I knew her or not, but I just don't want you to stress yourself into a heart attack or something." Krista said brushing back her messy hair.

Melanie glanced at her youngest daughter and patted her hand. "Yes, I know, but I need to see her face, when she was happy. I love you, Krista. I want you to know that." She said looking straight into her eyes with her deep green eyes.

Krista forced a grin and hugged her mother's neck tightly. "I love you too, Mom." She said against her neck.

Melanie broke their embrace, eager to see inside the box for at least one more time. She slowly pulled back the cardboard with Krista leaning over and peeking into the box with her. Numerous colorful photo albums lay stacked against each other in a neat pile along with small and large tapes. Some folded; creased colorful papers were tucked carefully in the midst of them. Small boxes were placed in the box with it to hold pictures that weren't able to be placed in albums. Melanie leaned down and picked up a small box and opened it and saw the figures on the frame. She laughed uncontrollably when she saw Benjamin and herself years ago, before they even got married.

"Is that you and Dad? You were so young." Krista said with a grin looking at the picture.

"Were?" Melanie joked arching an eyebrow at the girl.

Krista just chuckled and picked up an album from the box. She looked at the first picture and saw herself when she was a baby and Melody's round brown eyes showing unsure emotions as she held the baby in her arms. She wished she could remember her. Her mother always spoke of her when she was young and she thought she sounded so fun and full of life. But, when she had seen her that day when she found them after so long, she didn't seem too lively as she had described. The joyous glitter in her eyes was replaced with something more coldly and locked behind bars. She looked at the next one and saw Melody again in a large red dress with ringlet curls down her temples and her hair was pulled up nicely into a bun on the back of her head. Her black, shimmering shoes were closer to the camera when it was taken since whoever had taken it was taking it at an angle as she sat on a large black recliner. She looked confused as she stared at a large, thick book in her hands. She grinned at the picture then saw one that made her curious. It was with an older woman with greying brown hair and light green eyes. She thought the woman looked like Melanie, so she turned to her.

"Mom, who is she?" She asked pointing at the woman who was holding a baby Melody.

Melanie smiled lovingly at the picture and was silent as she stroked the face of the woman. She sighed in contentment and looked back at her daughter who was waiting for her answer. "She's my mother, you're grandmother. Her name was Jesselyn, but everyone called her Jesse. Well, besides my siblings and I. She was the nicest woman I had ever known. "She said with a slight tug of the corner of her mouth.

Though she wanted to hear more about her grandmother when she was interrupted by the annoying sound of the doorbell. Melanie offered to get the door when she saw Taylor playing with the girls, their first daughter Viktoria and their youngest Jazmine, outside. Melanie pulled the wrap around her shoulders and brushed back her short brown hair as she walked towards the door. She swallowed back the emotions she was feeling when she saw the pictures and slowly opened the door.

When she saw the guest at her door she gasped loudly and jumped back in shock and fear. "Ben, what are you doing here?" She asked new tears forming in her eyes when she saw her old husband standing before her.

Ben turned and looked at her with a grin. Though he was greatly surprised he was so glad to see her standing before him. He could see a glimpse of the young sixteen year old girl he saw when he first met her in her light, deep green eyes. The same eyes that haunted him for fourteen years.

"Melanie, you're alive?" He questioned happily.

Melanie just stared back at him in shock and then anger seeped in and took control of her. "How could you do that to her? Our own daughter? You took her away from me! She'd be alive right now if it wasn't for you!" She immediately yelled pushing him out of the door with a mad expression and boiling sad tears streaking her face.

Ben raised his arms to protect his face when she immediately started punching and slapping him. He did nothing since he knew he deserved after all he had done to them. "Melanie! Melanie, calm down! I'm not here to make your life hell like before." He said taking her hands in his and stared down into her eyes with his baby blue.

She tugged and pulled against his hold with a glare plastered sternly on her face. "And why should I even believe you?" She questioned angrily.

He sighed and took her hands more softly in his to show he wasn't going to hurt her or do anything he had done before. What he would've done before. "You have to believe me, Melanie. I'm here to apologize and to make things right. I've messed up everything good that was in our lives. Our marriage, our kids' happiness. I alienated you from your family. But, I need to know you'll forgive me though I know I don't deserve it. Just, please, promise me you can at least give me that." He begged staring into her eyes.

Melanie stared up at him while tears gripped her eyelids. She could see that his eyes were red and quite puffy, like he had been crying recently. But, she wondered, how could someone knowingly heartless cry? She was confused and didn't like it. But looking into his eyes and seeing the softness and kindness that she had loved so dearly in them. The old Benjamin Johnston she fell in love with. But, the question was if he was the same. Could she forgive him?

So, there's chapter one. I hope you guys like it! I had always wanted to delve into the lives of my other OCs more, but I thought you didn't like them as much so I never paid no mind to them until now when I realized I think I'm overdoing the MacTavishxMelody thing. So, first couple of chapters should be about the Johnston and MacTavish family. Oh, and by the way, I do not own Call of Duty: Modern Warfare franchise or their characters. (no brainer) ... Don't know why I said that... weird... Ever said something you wished you didn't? ... This is one of those times:) But you guys are awesome and I hope you have a night just as awesome as yourselves. I love you all! Except for you Kardashians, I can't really stand you.

*Just kidding! I probably just stuck my foot down my throat didn't I? Maybe I should shut up... Good plan... Shutting up.*