This fanfiction is based around a thought I had when I finished MW2. Price still had his M1911, as is duly noted in the cutscene. What if he had used it? Let us see! Not gonna be long. Price POV at the beginning, but then Soap. R&R. First fic
"Back up!" I yelled. Soap only had time to look into my eyes before I felt the weight of the Zodiac shift forwards. The look of pure terror in the Scot's eyes was rivaling my own as we plummeted towards the swirling white mist below.
Smoke. Smoke and dust. That was all I smelled. As I opened my eyes, my vision blurred. Sitting up, I looked around. I had washed up on the lower part of the river where we went over the waterfall. As I stood up, I saw a pair of blurs in the fog, one going after the other. One of them was unmistakably Shepard though. The colors and shape made him unmistakable. The other had to have been Soap. I looked around for something to use as a weapon, but to no avail. Then my hand brushed against a magazine on my belt. A magazine? I checked, and I found my M1911 still in its holster. 'What a godsend,' I thought. Checking that it was loaded, I stumbled towards a rusty truck I saw them run towards. I arrived just in time to see Shepard pull back on the hammer of his Magnum. Knowing that he could be about to kill Soap, I immediately swept up my M1911, and fired.
"Five years ago, I lost 30,000 men in the blink of an eye. And the world just fuckin' watched. Tomorrow, there will be no shortage of volunteers. No shortage of patriots. I know you understand."
As I looked up into my General's eyes, I felt defeated. Strange, the one-four-one was the best of soldiers, but I guess that nobody lives forever. "I know you understand." Were the last words I heard out of Shepard's mouth before I heard a loud bang.
The blood sprayed out of Shepard's head in slow motion, almost as if in a movie. His gun jerked sideways slightly before firing off, the bullet tearing into the sand just inches from my head. I looked for the source of the shot, and saw Price standing to my right, his M1911 in his hands, smoke still swirling from the barrel. He had a look of triumph on his face, but then that face turned towards me. "Oh shit!" he yelled before running towards me. "Soap, don't you die on me son! Don't you die on me!" He took one look at the wound and decided to leave the knife in. Hearing a rush of wind and seeing a new swirl of dust over to my right, I saw a Little Bird helicopter land in the sand next to us. Price took one look at it, then at me. "It'll hold for now. Come on." Nikolai stepped out of the helicopter, and immediately received a slight scolding from Price. "I thought I told you this was a one-way trip!" "Looks like it still is. They'll be looking for us you know." Was his reply. "Nikolai, we gotta get Soap out of here."
"Da- I know a place"
