They say the war is over

by Confusious

Soap lived through his ordeal in Prague, but the conflict is far from over. New players have emerged on the field, vowing to finish what Makarov started. Can Soap pull himself together? Or will a certain girl with dangerous connections be his downfall?

1. Chapter 1

"They say the war is over."

"My war ends with you."

Price mulled over the words as he sat at Soap's bedside. Makarov was dead. After five years of blood, sweat and suffering, the man responsible for tens of millions of deaths was dead. It was because of him Soap had almost perished in Prague. After telling Price of Yuri's connections with Makarov, a doctor had pushed Price out of the way and began to strip his vest and shirt so he could get to the wound that was bleeding profusely. After picking them up from the castle, Nikolai had informed Price that Soap was still critical and had been moved to Greece, one of the few countries left relatively untouched by the war, for better medical treatment. He still hadn't woken up. The doctors monitored him around the clock, and Price had refused to leave unless it was for food or the bathroom. Price thought back to confronting Makarov in Dubai, how he almost died by the madman's hand, until an injured Yuri had provided a distraction at the cost of his own life, being shot by the man he once called friend. The news deeply saddened Nikolai. That was five days ago. MacMillan was making arrangements to bring them back to the UK as soon as Soap was well enough, and had told Price that "there's more work to be done". Price's ear twitched when he heard a noise. A murmur from the man in the bed. He distinctly heard…

"Price?"