Natalya didn't know what to say. Her mother had been killed. She had settled on the fact her mother would probably be gone forever, but she hadn't gotten over the inevitable event that her mother would actually be dead. But on the lighter note, she felt a small amount of hope that her father could still be alive. Soap stood there holding her hands together, waiting for her to fall apart of something, but she didn't. She stood there silently, and he began to worry a bit.

"Natalya?"

"So there is a small chance my father is alive?" He nodded.

"Yes there is, but that doesn't mean you should get your hopes up. Look, it's getting late, maybe you should get some sleep." He started to turn away but she stopped him.

"Soap, what's going to happen tomorrow? Where will you go?" He looked troubled.

"Natalya, answer this for me. Back in that city, Vacoyce, why didn't Makarov kill you? Why did he even give you that small chance to survive longer?" She tried to search for the words to say. How could she tell him? She didn't even know herself why he had kissed her, then left her there. She had blanked out for a second, and she realized Soap was waiting for an answer.

"I-I don't know. He decided to just leave instead of killing me, even though Zakhaev said I was of no use. Then he left." Soap didn't look convinced, but he didn't say anymore about the matter. He started to turn away again, but like the first time, she stopped him. "Soap, you didn't answer me! What's going to happen tomorrow?" He turned to look at her.

"I don't know either Natalya. You can either come with us or stay here. Tomorrow we're meeting up with Gaz, and then we're going after Zakhaev's son. You can stay here and go on with your life, or you can come with us and do, well I don't know." He turned away, and this time, she didn't stop him. Instead, she waited until he got down the ladder, then she followed suit. She made it back to her house, and her babushka was back by then. She walked into the kitchen to find her grandmother making food.

"Babushka what are you doing? It's almost midnight!" Her grandmother laughed.

"Oh shush Natalya. I have men here, and they have to eat. Cigars are not going to help at all." Natalya tried not to laugh too hard. Only her grandmother would make something to eat for random strangers at midnight.

"Well what are you making?" She tried to peer over her grandmother's shoulder.

"I'm making soup."

"Yes, I see that, but I meant what kind?"

"Well we had some of that chicken left from from Svetlana, and I just got some carrots. I made noodles today too, trying to distract myself from you being gone."

"So we're having chicken noodle soup?" Her babushka sighed.

"Yes, we are. Well you aren't. It's for the men. So scat! Get out of here." Her grandmother said it with a smile. Natalya left, and went into their living room. It was the largest room in the house, and near the middle was their dining table. Price and Nikolai sat there now, conversing. They both looked up when she came in, and they both had a cigar in hand. Nikolai spoke first.

"I thought you went to bed?" She shook her head.

"I had to pick up some things I forgot. Soap should be coming shortly." Price was the one to talk now.

"So girl, have you decided what you're going to do?"

"I told you tomorr-"

"No." He interrupted. "I meant what are you going to do tomorrow? Stay here, or come with. We're going to meet up with a friend tomorrow, then go after Zakhaev's son." She nodded.

"Soap told me...He told me everything. How did you find out my mother was killed?" She sat down across from Price, with Nikolai to her left. Right as she said that, the same person walked through the door.

"Captain Price-" Price interrupted him.

"Bloody hell Soap, you told her?" Soap shot me a look.

"Aye, but I didn't mean to." Price muttered something to himself. Then Natalya's babushka came in, with a pot of soup. Soap sat down to Natalya's right, and her grandmother went to get bowls and silverware. She gave one of each to everyone, even Natalya, then she sat down. They all got soup and started to eat. Someone's phone started to ring, and it was quickly identified as Nikolai's. He excused himself, and he answered it. He came back a few minutes later, and looked at Price.

"It was your friend, Kamarov. He says he knows where Viktor will be tomorrow." Price looked interested.

"Where would that be?"

"He will be driving to a checkpoint, and Kamarov will send the coordinates." Price nodded.

"Good. Get that bloody bastard's son. He'll have intel that could help us end this." Nikolai nodded in agreement.

"Da, and then we can get to Imran Zakhaev. Kill two Horsemen, then go for Makarov." Natalya looked between them all. Her grandmother looked at her.

"Natalya, I overheard them talking. Are you going with them?" Natalya didn't know what to say. To be honest, she wanted to go actually. Her mother repeated the question in Russian, so Price and Soap wouldn't understand. Her babushka forgot that Nikolai was obviously Russian too. Natalya sighed and replied back in Russian.

"I do not know babushka. I sort of would like to, but I do not want to leave you."

"Natalya, you do what you think is right. There is nothing here for you besides me, and I do not want to be the one keeping you back. Maybe you will find your mother?" Natalya became choked up, realizing her grandmother didn't know that Irena was dead. Her one and only daughter.

"Babushka, mother is dead. One of them told me today. But father might still me alive." Her grandmother didn't reply for a bit, just sitting there staring at the table. Unknown to either of them, Nikolai had been listening in on their conversation, while keeping up his own with Price and Soap. Natalya's babushka finally spoke though.

"What? She-She is dead? Those monsters killed my sweet girl!?" She said it in a loud voice, so that even though Price and Soap couldn't understand her, they still knew something was wrong.

"Shh babushka, we accepted she was gone a long time ago." Her grandmother shook her head.

"Yes, but not dead! How could they..." Soap looked at Natalya.

"Everything okay mate?" Natalya nodded yes in reply. She turned back to her grandmother.

"Babushka, we both knew without really realizing it that she was going to be more than likely dead. We just couldn't accept it completely. But my father may still be alive."

"Natalya, I personally believe you should go. Go out into the world. You've been stuck in this town for so long. I need time alone. My only daughter is gone. But when you're done seeing the world and living, just come back to me." Natalya couldn't reply, she just nodded and gave her grandmother a small smile. Natalya turned to the two SAS members. She spoke in English.

"I'm coming with you." Soap looked at her.

"It's okay with your grandmother?" Natalya shook her head yes.

"I want to go out and see the rest of the world. The only places I've been are here, and Vacoyce." Price nodded.

"Then you're going to have to learn how to shoot properly, and use grenades, defend yourself, all of that fun stuff." She thought about that, and she was excited. Price stood up.

"Well, it's been a great meal. We have to sleep though. This mission will be an important one." Her babushka nodded and spoke in English.

"Alright. I'm glad I've still got it when it comes to cooking. Natalya complains about my cooking." Natalya laughed. The three men got up and started towards the door. Natalya's grandmother looked confused. "Where are you going?" Price turned back.

"To the Pave Low. To go to sleep?" Natalya's babushka turned to her and spoke in Russian.

"Natalya, go get blankets or something. Those men are not going to go sleep in some cold machine. Go!" Natalya did as she was told, while her grandmother spoke to the three. When Natalya got back, she could barely see over the huge stack of blankets in her arms. Her babushka looked at her. "Good job. Okay so you are staying, da?" Price nodded in agreement.

"Yes. I guess it would be better." Her grandmother smiled. She looked at Natalya and spoke in Russian again.

"Natalya, show Mr. Price to my bed, Nikolai takes the spare bed in that empty room, and Mr. Mactavish can have your bed." Natalya was going to open her mouth to complain, but her babushka shot her a stern look. Natalya sighed. She motioned for the men to follow her upstairs. She showed Price to her babushka's room first. It was at the end of the hallway to the right. She opened the door.

"Captain Price, this is the bed you can have. Here are some blankets." She handed him two blankets and then showed Nikolai to the room across from her grandmother's. It was just a spare room they had with a bed and a desk in it. She handed Nikolai two blankets too. "Here's your bed, and two blankets." Then she showed Soap to her bedroom. He stepped in, and she set the blankets on her dresser. She straightnened her bed out and made it, re-adjusting the pillows and making sure it looked good. Soap chuckled.

"I'm guessing this is your room?" She turned to look at him and smiled.

"Yeah..How'd you guess? My freaking out over the bed being made?" He shook his head no.

"No, more like the dolls and stuffed animals everywhere." She turned red, and shoved all of the animals into a corner of the room. He chuckled again. She handed him the blankets.

"Oh and don't worry about the bed being too small. I switched for the queen-sized mattress that's suppose to be in Nikolai's room. If it is, well just let me know." She started to walk out. He spoke up and stopped her though.

"Uh where are you sleeping?" She turned and gave him a curious look.

"I have no idea. Probably the couch in the living room. Why?" He shrugged.

"You could sleep in your bed? I mean it's big enough..." She raised an eyebrow.

"And where exactly would you sleep Mr. Mactavish?" She remembered what her grandmother had called him and smirked.

"In the bed?" She felt strange. Natalya had never acted like that. She was the one who usually acted humiliated or flustered.

"So you're saying you would sleep in this bed, and I would sleep in this bed?" For some reason, Soap didn't seem like much of either of those. He looked calm.

"Natalya, yes I'm saying we could both sleep in this bed. It'd seem to make more sense. Since you aren't used to how we wake up, and we are leaving early tomorrow. Besides, the thing you call a couch is more like a block of cement with shreds of fabric on it." He was right about that. The couch was who knows how many years old, and it was starting to just fall apart. Plus, the new mattress she had switched her old one with was big enough for two people. She sighed.

"Alright. It makes sense." He motioned towards the bed.

"After you." She gave him a look.

"I have to change." He rolled his eyes, then turned to look out the window. She went through her dresser drawers until she found what she was looking for. Black sweatpants and a white long-sleeve shirt. She put them on quickly, then climbed into bed. She pulled some blankets over herself, and took a pillow and laid it underneath her head. Soap turned around, and then set all of his equipment and his gun on her dresser. He left his shoes on. She found that strange for some reason. He got into bed and put a blanket over himself. He turned facing the door, away from her. "Why'd you leave your shoes on?" He turned to look at her.

"It's easier. It takes less time to put them on." She felt stupid asking. That made sense too. She sighed and laid there, trying to fall asleep. She closed her eyes when she heard the door open. Soap covered his head with the pillow.

"Natalya? Are you in here?" It was her babushka. When her babushka didn't get a reply, she closed the door quietly, and started walking down the hallway. Natalya sighed, and Soap chuckled.

"You're going to be in trouble tomorrow. Not answering to your grandmother."

"Okay then, but you didn't speak up and stomp out my rebellion. Whatever that means." Soap laughed quietly, and they both started to fall asleep. All Natalya could think about was what was going to happen the following day.

Natalya Corveshky

Pave Low, Heading towards Checkpoint in Russia

Natalya was wide awake, even though she only had a few hours of sleep. Her adrenline was pumping. She was thinking back to earlier, when they had woken up.

Natalya woke up in an odd position. She had an arm over Soap's neck, and a leg draped over his. She was about to remove her arm and leg, but then he woke up. He looked over at her, then at her arm and leg.

"Good morning?" She removed herself from him, turning red.

"I'm so sorry. That's just awkward." He chuckled and sat up. He checked his watch.

"Shit. We better get ready mate." He got up, and immediately started putting his equipment on, followed by his gun, which he slung over his shoulder. She got up and made her way over to her dresser, taking a bag off her floor. She stuffed clothes into it, before grabbing clothes to put on for the day. Soap turned around, and she changed into a black t-shirt, and dark blue skinny jeans. She slipped her boots, and slung the bag over her shoulder. She tousled her short hair, then they walked out her bedroom door. They made their way downstairs, where Nikolai and Price were standing, geared up and drinking coffee. Her grandmother had walked in with two more coffee cups, and handed one to her and then to Soap. After Natalya had finished hers, her grandmother immediately hugged her.

"Come back alive. I don't need to see another body-bag." When they had all finished, they went out to the Pave Low. Nikolai and Price went in, and they came out with Alexei in the bag. They came to a spot where a hole had been dug. Natalya had looked at them curiously. Nikolai answered.

"We started digging yesterday, then finished this morning when we got up." She had nodded, and then Svetlana had came up, wearing all black. Natalya didn't know where to look, feeling uncomfortable, until Svetlana came up to her, and then hugged her tightly.

"I'm sorry I yelled...Natalya, I'm so sorry." Svetlana had released Natalya, and they both stood at attention watching Price and Nikolai lower Alexei down into the hole. Svetlana had clutched to Natalya's elbow, grasping it tighter as her only son finally laid on the bottom of the hole. Price and Nikolai had stood up straight, then proceeded to take two shovels and cover him. Svetlana leaned against Natalya for support, while her babushka threw a flower into the ground. A while later, they were done. The freshly dug soil formed a mound. Natalya was frozen in place. She had known that watching her best friend be put in the ground would do something to her, but she was just numb. Svetlana was sobbing on her shoulder, while her babushka had her head bowed. Soap, Nikolai, and Price then proceeded to take their guns, and aim up at the sky. They fired three shots into the air at the same time, then lowered their guns. Price and Nikolai picked up a big rock, then set it near the mound of dirt, then a little wooden cross. Soap had looked over at Natalya.

"We need to get going. I'm sorry mate." Natalya nodded, and Svetlana hugged her. Natalya's babushka wrapped her arms around Natalya also, and stroked her hair. After they finally let go of each other, Natalya took one last look at Alexei's grave, then walked away with the three men. She was with Nikolai in the Pave Low, while Soap and Price controlled the gunship. She took one last look at her home, a little almost abandoned town in Russia, before they had taken off.

She sat in the Pave Low now, just a little over twenty minutes after they had left. Nikolai had contacted Soap and Price, and had given them coordinates to where to land. Natalya tapped her slender fingers on the arm-rest of her seat. Nikolai glanced over at her.

"Anxious?" She nodded.

"Yes. What if something goes wrong?"

"There is a chance my friend, that this could go wrong. But we've checked this out and there's little chance Viktor will escape." Natalya looked out across the Russian landscape, and the sun barely rising over the horizon yet.

"So who is this Gaz?"

"I don't know him that well...Him, Price, and Soap got me out of a bad situation once though. He seems okay. I won't be there very long though anyways." It was Natalya's turn to glance over at the pilot of the Pave Low.

"What? Why won't you be there?"

"I need to rally up my comrades from the attack on our last safehouse. We have plans to complete." Natalya wouldn't admit it, but she had grown close to the Russian man in the short time they had been together. He was nice to her, and he gave her space. He also seemed like one of the only people besides Alexei who could stand to listen to her rambling and complaining.

"Oh..."

"My friend, we will see each other again. If you're going to be fighting for the same cause as me, then we will have to cross paths." Natalya decided to just get some rest, being since she had barely had any sleep and she would need it for whatever was going to happen.

She woke up later to a city coming into view. It looked abandoned like her home and Vacoyce, but more like a junkyard. They landed a little ways away. Nikolai turned the Pave Low off, and the gunship landed by them. Soap got out along with Price, while Natalya exited the Pave Low with Nikolai. Nikolai looked at Price.

"Kamarov should be here with his men. Where's Gaz?" Price didn't answer, because a man walked out wearing a cap with a British flag on it, BDU trousers, and wielding a G36C.

"Kamarov's on the other side sir." Price looked at him.

"Gaz, great to see you here mate." Gaz nodded his head to Price, then looked at Soap, Nikolai, until he came to a stop at Natalya. He motioned to her with his gun.

"Who's the girl?"

"Russian civilian named Natalya Corveshky. I found her about to shoot Price in Vacoyce." Soap explained. Gaz chuckled and smirked at her.

"Trying to take down Captain Price eh? That would've been something to see. Why's she here?" Natalya decided to talk for herself.

"My friend was shot by some guy who worked for Laventos. My mother was killed by some of that man Zakhaev's men, and my father, well I don't know where he is." She stuck out her hand, and he shook it.

"Why come here then?"

"I don't have anything left...My babushka wants me to see the world." Gaz looked at Price.

"Babushka? Isn't that some kind of scarf? Sir, no offense, but you picked up one screwed up bloody Russian." She narrowed her eyes.

"That's my grandmother! Not a damn scarf!" Price and Soap chuckled, having had the same ordeal when she had first said to it them too. Gaz didn't know what to say. He turned to Price.

"Zakhaev's son is suppose to be arriving tomorrow. Intel was off a bit." Price acknowledged the information.

"We'll just have to stay here for the night. Is the area secure?" Gaz nodded.

"Kamarov and his men are staying in a diner not far from here. It's hidden too. We can stay there." Gaz led them to said diner, and a sturdy-looking man came out, arms outstretched.

"Captain Price! Good to see you, my comrade!"

"Kamarov." Soap chuckled to himself. Natalya glanced at him. Soap walked up to her, staying close. Kamarov looked at her, eyeing her. Soap noticed this and narrowed his eyes.

"Kamarov, if you keep examining her like that, then your vision might fail somehow tonight." Kamarov laughed, not knowing Soap was somewhat serious.

"Ahh Mactavish! So good to see you too! Haven't seen you since I helped you rescue your informant!" Kamarov looked at Natalya again. "Who is this girl? A hostile? Or were you just bored?" Kamarov laughed again. Now even Natalya was beginning to dislike him. She spoke for herself though, instead of letting someone introduce her.

"Natalya Corveshky. I'm not a hostile." Kamarov's grin was wiped off his face, and his eyes widened, then narrowed.

"With a last name like that you're definately a hostile." She was confused.

"What are you talking about?" Kamarov ignored her question and looked at Price.

"Captain Price, you had to have known she was a hostile. Didn't you find-" Price cut him off.

"We did intel right when she told us her name. She's not a threat." Kamarov scoffed.

"Ha! And what will happen when your enemies realize you have her? It's only a matter of time before they will come for her." Natalya was curious when she heard this news. Was she really a danger to the men around her? She shook the thought out of her head. Price shook his head.

"Kamarov, we're here to take down Zahkaev's son. Mind your own damn business. I'll decide what happens to her. She's of no threat to us. She will not be harmed." Kamarov turned to walk away, but not before Natalya heard him say one last thing.

"For now..." Soap took Natalya's arm, and led her to the diner. Gaz, Price, and Nikolai followed. Time to plan how to take the bastard down.

Okay so that was the fourth chapter. I promise, there will actually be action in the next chapter. And for all confused, my Chapters 2 and 3 are fixed now. So they should make sense, Sorry...So Read and Review. And if my plot or anything seems way off from the actual timeline, then please tell me if you can! Right now as you can tell, it's during Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare. I know Nikolai isn't in it since the mission to rescue him, but hey, things can change. Hope you enjoyed!:)