When I first looked into his eyes, I knew he was the one. The one I had been waiting for my entire life. Being in the army set boundaries on my life. I've spent the last five years fighting to stop this war. Makarov was just another person with target painted onto his face.

Like every person in the army, I had a secret, but my secret could change the war. I knew every little detail about Vladamir Makarov, but no one would know. No one would no unless the time came, but I would try with every ounce of strength to prevent anyone from knowing.

My name is Asya Kozlov, codename Snitch, and this is my story of how another ordinary soldier boy walked into my life and I ruined everyone else's.

I raised my hand to cover my eyes from the wind the helicopter stirred up. Looking between my gloved fingers, I saw my old friend Nikolai hurry out from the chopper. I had been staying here in Northern India, where Makarov's men couldn't touch us. However, these days, I couldn't get past the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Then again, it was war and war was unpredictable. Unless you were Makarov, who controlled the war.

Nikolai had saved me. We were both taken prisoner and sat on our deathbeds. The terrorists had told us we would be executed on live television so our families could watch. Apparently, Makarov wanted to be known for not showing any mercy. Hours before the broadcast, we were held inside of a run-down house and Nikolai managed to get me free. I didn't want to leave him, but he had said someone would come for him and that I needed to get out.

I tucked a piece of loose hair behind my ear. I watched as another man hopped down from the helicopter and quickly turn his attention back inside the copter. My heart skipped a beat when the two pulled out a man lying on a stretcher. I could see his clothes and arms painted with blood. I observed from where I could see. There was too much blood for it to be a gunshot wound. Possibly stab wound or debris impact? The man was struggling and to live would take a lot of effort. Good thing we have an excellent doctor on the grounds.

Nikolai and the other man hurried passed, rushing to the doctor. I watched them go, men moving aside as they ran passed. I could only hope the man would survive. Survival was low these days, however. Even with technology, warfare technology was one step ahead. For each new problem, several years took place to try and fix it.

A low rumble soon filled my ears, making me turn around and look towards the horizon. I squinted my eyes to try and figure out what exactly the small dots in the distance were. I felt my stomach twist when I saw the wave of helicopters. Biting my lip and pointed at two men standing by the entry way. "You two! Secure the balcony! Get any anti-air weaponry available and get ready!"

The two men nodded before jogging inside. I grabbed my AK-47 and hurried after inside. They were compromised. Somehow they had gotten the whereabouts of this location and knew we were a threat. I couldn't help but smile from the very thought. A big terrorist like Makarov intimidated by a small Russian safe house. I ran to the doors of the courtyard. "I want every bit of furniture in this place against this door. No one gets in!"

Everyone nodded and started to grab any tables, mattresses and crates and started to stack them in front of the double doors. I bit my tongue before searching through a nearby crate and gabbed a claymore and placed it in front of the other entryway. "Snitch, get up here! The doctor's down and we need help!"

I tensed at the sound of Nikolai's voice over the radio. Sighing, I quickly put a new clip into my weapon and took off. The sound of gunshots soon filled my ears as I could only guess the enemy helicopters were now dropping off troops. I turned into the doctor's quarters and saw one of the walls crumbling down. "Snitch, I need your help!"

I turned my attention to Nikolai, who was trying to stitch up the nasty wound on the man's chest. I walked over to the stretcher only to have a hand grip my wrist. Looking down, I saw the pleading eyes of the suffering man. Blood spurted from his mouth when he coughed and his hand fell back to his side. "Hand me that shot!" Nikolai pointed to the single syringe on the small metal tray next to the stretcher.

I glanced at the syringe before grabbing it and injecting its contents into the man's chest. The man soon stilled on the stretcher as another rocket hit the building, making the floor shake. Nikolai hurried over and placed his hand on my shoulder. "This is Captain Price. Do whatever he says!"

Price reloaded his weapon and turned towards us. "We need to get Soap out of here!"

"We have a chopper on the other side of town," Nikolai mentioned.

Price nodded. "Nikolai, grab Soap. Snitch, you're on me."

I waited for Nikolai to grab Soap and walk out the door before I followed. A man dressed in a black uniform burst through a door in the hallway. The three of us jumped behind cover when the man began firing at us. I waited for the man to reload his weapon before springing up and firing two rounds into his chest. He fell within seconds. Price started to lead the way once again. As we finally reached the first floor, I noticed the once barricaded door was now blown to bits. We hurried into the bustling courtyard just as a group of men burst through the gates. "Take them out! We have to get Soap to that helicopter!"

I gave a curt nod to the captain before taking aim and firing at the oncoming group. The group of men immediately turned their attention to me. Bullets began whizzing past my head, making me lean against a nearby column. Relief washed through me when I saw a group of our own men run into the courtyard, killing the rest of the squad. The three hurried towards the gates that led to city. More helicopters soon started to drop even more troops. There was a strange noise overhead, making me look towards the sky. "Price."

Said man looked at me. I pointed towards the sky as the aircraft flew by. "Enemy drone overhead." Price waited until the drone was out of sight. "We're outnumbered and outgunned. We need some heavier firepower."

"There's a weapons cache at the edge of town. We have a UGV stored there," Nikolai informed.

Not only do we have to get to the other side of town to evacuate, but now we have to make a pit stop and try to clear out all of Makarov's men. I rubbed my temples at the thought. My eyes looked back to the man slung over Nikolai's shoulder. This better be worth it, I thought to myself. All of this trouble for one man. But Nikolai cared, and if he cared then this man could not be bought. I'll just have to see for myself once we got out of here. "Follow me. I know where it is."

I started to walk into the chaotic streets, trying to think of the best route that—hopefully—would have less men occupying. I smiled to myself remembering the first time we had talked about getting a UGV. Most of the men were shocked that we could even get our hands on such weaponry. Unless you had a few men that had connections to outside sources. And boy, did Nikolai have outside sources.

I led them to a small shed at the edge of town. From here, the fighting sounded muffled, hopefully traveling the other direction. "This it," I told.

Price looked at the small building before making his way up to the old door. He raised his weapon and rested it on his cheek before slowly turning the door knob and cautiously walking inside. When he was sure no one was hiding inside the building, he lowered the gun. "The UGV is in a shipping crate, directly below you," Nikolai mentioned over the comms.

I followed him inside and lifted up the piece of plywood that covered the secret hatch that led to the shipping crate. I followed the captain down the stairs and looked around at the large area below the shed. We kept all emergency supplies down here. Captain Price walked over to the table and grabbed the crowbar. With one pull, the front of the shipping crate fell to the ground and revealed the armored vehicle inside. I smiled at the sight of it. "Unmanned ground vehicle. Two centimeter armor plating, mounted mini gun and grenade launcher."

Price chuckled before turning towards the computer that controlled the UGV. "Damn the controls are in Russian. Snitch, you're up."

A grin spread onto my face as I cracked my knuckles. "Don't mind if I do." I walked over to the computer and went through the basic menus of the vehicle. "Tell me, Captain Price, how can one man be worth so much? You've gone to hell and back."

"We were both on Taskforce 141 and we were both betrayed by the same man. We've been so close to ending this god forsaken war. With Soap, Makarov doesn't stand a chance."

I entered the code, starting the vehicle. The UGV inched out from the box and stopped in front of the door. "I hope you are right, Captain Price. I too once believed I could change the world."

Price looked at me before opening the large door. "You clear the way and we'll be right behind you."

"He will be okay." Price turned and looked me in the eye. "When I first looked him in the eye back at the compound, his spirit burned like fire. I've never seen such determination in a man that could be lying on his death bed."

Having Soap's name mentioned turned his attention back to the matter. "Nikolai, what's Soap's condition?"

"We've got to get him out of here!"

"You heard the man. No one stays standing."

I gave a small laugh before turning my attention back to the controls. "Then you better hope this UGV lives up to its name."

Damn predator drones. That's all I have to say. I dug my nails into the dirt as I slid down the collapsing hill. Debris from the buildings on top of the hill fell passed me. My eyes widened when I saw the edge of the cliff getting closer. This was definitely the end. My life was just about to end. My heart sank with knowing that I was not able to finish what I started.

Then I fell.

My eyes watered from the wind trying to blow me back up. I could see the rapid water below. I could see my deathbed. I hit the water as it stung my skin. The cold came next. My eyes shot open after realizing I was still alive. I started to panic from the sudden need for air, but it felt impossible as my body continued to be thrashed around from the water. Out of reflex, I grabbed a root jutting out from the rocks. I began to pull myself out of the water as my lungs burned for air. My body twitched for the lack of air as I used any remaining strength to pull myself onto dry land. "There she is! There's Snitch!"

A coughing fit erupted from my lungs, clearing them of any water that had managed to get in. I felt relief hearing Price's voice from the comms. They weren't leaving me which meant we still had a job to do. A low rumble filled my ears and soon the small helicopter came into view. I struggled to keep my eyes open as I saw Price hurry from the helicopter and ran towards me. My legs felt like Jello for it was clear exhaustion was setting in fast. Price walked me to the helicopter and sat me down in one of the seats. "Who the bloody hell are you?"

I would've laughed if my body wasn't shutting down. Clearly the man was feeling and better and was now conscious and was clearly of Scottish descent. "Asya Kozlov, but you can call me Snitch."

"Soap, she will be joining us on our hunt for Makarov. You just need to hang in there."

"He'll make it, Captain Price. His color has returned remarkably. Of course, with a few days worth of rest, he'll be shooting bad guys in no time."

"We're glad to have you on board. We can use all the help we can get."

I smiled. "Then you'll have the rest of the Russians behind you."

Price nodded. "Good to hear. Now, Nikolai is taking us to a safe house not too far from here. Once there, we'll plan our next move when we're all ready for battle."

After reading my old story, I decided to rewrite and go a different direction. I hope you enjoyed and leave a review for they are greatly appreciated. I like to know what everyone thinks and I am open to suggestions!

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