Er, sorry if this is like the most boring chapter ever. I only own Ava!
"Sixth fleets mopping up. Time to move in." MacTavish said, "Long history this building. Not much of it pretty. Started out as a castle, with an actual dungeon. Built to withstand any siege. Building survived every brutal winter. The occupants… they weren't so lucky. The Monastery. Didn't survive the Purges. Over the past century it's played host for anyone the government didn't want, but couldn't kill. Place is filled with living casualties of the last war…which I swear I thought we'd won." Ava looked down guilty, but fortunately no one seemed to realise, "But I suppose it's all a day at the races. Back the wrong horse and this is where you end up." MacTavish paused, "Six-Two-Seven is the piece of meat Makarov wants, so let's cut him loose."
The choppers were flying over the icy sea and towards the snowy land, towards the torturous gulag, "Thirty seconds." Missiles were sent towards the building and caused smoke to cloud over the building. "All snipers, this is MacTavish, standby to engage. Stabilize. All snipers clear to engage."
Suddenly men were falling dead from the bullets from the snipers. A plane swung past the chopper, causing it to loose control, "Hang on!" the pilot said, trying to regain control, and soon the beeping stopped, "Shepherd get those fighters to cease fire immediately! That was too close." MacTavish shouted through the comms.
"I'll try to buy you some time. One man in the gulag doesn't mean much to the Navy at this point."
Ghost scoffed, "Bloody yanks. I thought they were the good guys."
"Ghost, cut the chatter. Stay frosty." The choppers were falling down to land. The team jumped off the chopper, and got to work shooting Russians. They made their way to a small wall and fence where the Russians seemed never ending. They made it through to where the entrance was, "The entrance is up ahead, keep moving!" They run down stairs into the gulag. The moment they walked around the corner they were met by guards. "This is it, we go in, we find prisoner Six-Two-Seven and we get out."
Directly down the hall was the control room, which Ghost insisted on using to find the prisoner, which no one objected to. "I'll tap into their systems and find the prisoner. It's gunna take some time."
"Copy that. Roach, Ava, we're on cell duty, follow me." MacTavish said, Ava followed the men down the stairs and alone the curved hall where Russians were desperately trying to kill them. They ran forward until they found a locked door. "Ghost, we've hit a security door. Get it open!"
"Workin' on it. This hardware is ancient!" Ghost said, desperetly tapping at things to open the door. The door behind opened.
MacTavish sighed, "Ghost, you opened the wrong door."
"Roger. Standby." A few moments passed, "Got it!" The door slid open, giving them access to shoot more Russians. "These cells are deserted. Talk to me Ghost!" MacTavish said, slightly annoyed.
"Got it! Prisoner 6-2-7 has been transferred to the east wing! Head through the armoury in the centre. That's the fastest way there."
"Roger that. Squad, head for that armoury down there. Move!" MacTavish ordered, as they fought to get there, and not to be killed by Russians. Ava headed down into the armoury last, being met by a lot of guns, "See anything you like?"
"Bad news mate. I've tracked three, no four hostile squads converging on your position!" Ghost said, pretty quickly.
MacTavish looked around, "I can hear them. Let's go, we're too exposed." He banged on one of the doors, "Ghost! Open the door!"
"Bloody hell. They've locked it from the hard line. I'll have to run a bypass." Ghost sighed.
"Too late. They're already here." Suddenly a lot of shooting broke out. The team sent bullets flying back at the many, many Russians. "Be advised. You got more tangoes headed your way." Ghost said.
"We're gunna need more cover. Grab a riot shield." Ava tried to find one, and when she did, picked it up, covering her body. More Russians run out to meet them.
"Open the door!" MacTavish shouted, angrily.
"Almost there." Ghost said. They ran out into the hall, shooting more Russians and once they were dead they walked around, "Ghost here. Recommend you bypass the lower floors by rappelling out that window."
"Captain MacTavish. Last floor clear. We'll link up with you at the bottom."
"Copy that. Roach, follow me!" MacTavish said. They clipped on to the ropes and fell down to the ground. Ava's feet thudded on the ground and she flipped her night vision on. "The camera feed in solitary confinement is dead. The power must be down in that section." Ghost said, as they walked through the dark halls.
"Roger that. Squad switch to night vision." MacTavish replied. Down the hall there were more Russians shooting. When it was all clear the floor shook, knocking Ava into a wall. "Shepherd what the hell was that? Get the Navy to cease fire!"
Shepherd didn't sound too bothered, "The Navy isn't in a talking mood right now. Standby." They waited for a minute as they ran down another hall, "Bravo Six- They've agreed to stop firing for now. Keep going. I'll keep you posted. Out."
Ava hopped over a red pipe, and aimed down at the Russian standing on the floor, whilst Ava was on the metal platform. She followed Roach down. "The old shower rooms about 30 feet ahead of you on your left. You'll have to breach the wall to get in."
"Roach, plant the breaching charge on the wall, we're taking a shortcut." MacTavish commanded. A hole in the wall was made as Russians were instantly shooting them. Ava hopped through the wall and headed left. "Spread out!" MacTavish shouted. Ava walked through, alert, but not alert enough. A man grabbed her from behind, one who she recognised.
"Remember me?" She asked quietly, whilst bringing her foot up to his crotch.
"You bitch!" He shouted, as she brought her pistol to his head, and embedded a bullet into his skull. She sighed. Feeling good about herself for doing that. The thing she wanted to do for over 10 years. "Hostiles on the second floor." MacTavish warned, as people turned to shoot at them. "I'm heading for that hole at the other end of the showers. Follow me. Go go go!" MacTavish shouted, as the ran towards it. We started walking along the tunnel, "Ghost we're in the old tunnel system heading south-south west."
"Okay. Keep going along that tunnel." Ghost replied. They climbed out of the shallow water and onto a side path.
"Talk to me Ghost. I don't want to be down here when those ships start firing again." MacTavish said as he hopped the railing and slid down a ramp, which Ava and Roach did too.
"Keep going. You're almost there." They made their way right, until they reached a dead end. "I'm detecting two heat signatures. One should be prisoner 627." Roach ran out first, shooting the guard. The prisoner ran forward punching Roach, and aimed his gun at him. MacTavish was quick to aim his gun towards 627, "Drop it!" MacTavish said.
"Soap?" The prisoner asked.
"Price?" MacTavish replied, then handed him a pistol, "This belongs to you, sir."
Worm then commented, "Who the hells Soap?" Causing Ava to chuckle. They building started to collapse so they all ran to make an exit. Shepherd was shouting at them, as they rushed to find an exit. Directly in front of them was the helicopter. "There's the chopper. Get ready to jump!" MacTavish shouted as the group ran at it. The ceiling dropped, so the exit was shut. "Go back! We'll find another way out!" MacTavish said, as they spun around. "This way, this way!" MacTavish lead them right and up stairs.
"It's a dead end!" Worm shouted.
"Six-Four. Where the hell are you?! Over." MacTavish shouted.
"Bravo six. There's too much smoke. I can't see you!" The pilot replied.
MacTavish caused Ava to jump in surprised, "Roach is down! Roach!"
"Whatever you're going to do Soap. Do it fast!" Price shouted whilst pulling a bit of debris of Roach. MacTavish shot a flare into the air.
"Bravo six. I see your flare. SPIE rig on the way." The SPIE rig spiraled down, and they all clipped on and was lifted to the smoky sky.
Ava lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She heard the door swing open and she raised her head to see who was there. She saw Roach, "Hey."
"Hey," Roach said, mischief glistening in his brown eyes, "Ava, are you missing anything?"
Ava thought for a second, "No, why wou- Roach what the hell have you stole?!"
He grinned, showing her journal and bolting it out of the open door. "Roach, get your arse back here!" Ava screamed, as she jumped off the bunk and ran like a madwoman. Ava sped after a laughing Roach, running past many doors for dorms. She spun around the corner jumping on one foot to stop her from running into the wall and then ran forward and full speed down the stairs. They both sped past MacTavish who was now thinking not again, and Price who was pretty confused. They continued to run past the rec. room and outside. Ava ran past Ghost who was speaking to her, "Av-"
"Wait!" She shouted back, as she caught up to Roach. Ava spun him around and grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him forward. "Hand it over, bug."
"No way." He laughed. Anger flashed past her eyes as she brought her fist up, and held it pointing towards him, "Give it!" She shouted. Ghost was behind her who brought her fist down with a lot of force and tugged her away from Roach.
Ghost looked at Roach, "Give it here, bug." Roach sighed, and handed Ghost the journal, which Ghost handed to Ava, and stopped holding Ava away from Roach. She swung forward at him again, which Ghost stopped. Roach took the opportunity to run. Ava went to turn to walk away, but Ghost stopped her, "Price wants to talk to you."
Ava had a brief moment of fear, before setting her face back into a neutral expression, "Brilliant. Any idea what about?"
Ghost simply shrugged, "Not a clue." Ava walked over to MacTavish's office, hopefully finding Price. Price's voice could be heard, "Come in."
Ava popped her head around the door, "You wanted to see me, sir?" before bringing the rest of her body in as well. Her stomach was full of butterflies. She sat opposite him; her brown hair messily around her face as her head was down, hiding her piercing eyes.
"You were the girl who saw me at the Gulag." Price said simply.
She nodded, "Yep. When we rescued you." Trying to hide facts that Price knew was true.
"When you worked for Makarov."
Ava didn't know what to say, she knew lying was going to get her nowhere, so she just nodded, looking down to avoid crying. She knew what was going to happen, Price would force Ava to leave, Makarov will find her, and she'll go back to the torture she'd grown so used to enduring. The next thing she knew there was a gun pointing towards her. "What? No! I'll leave. I'm not the enemy, I swear!" She said, loudly whilst she was panicking.
"Working for Makarov is the enemy." Price growled.
"I was forced. Tortured!" Ava said, practically begging.
He nodded, "So that's why you seemed so happy in the Gulag."
"Y-You know how the Russians are. I was that girl who went missing so many years ago." She tried.
Price still hadn't lowered his gun, "People change." There was a light knock on the door, and it opened. Ava was too scared to turn to see who the hell it was, "Yes?" Price growled.
"I was just looking for MacTavish." A familiar voice said, and Ava jumped up to join him, she was half hiding behind him.
Price looked at Ava, "Where do you think you're going?"
"Uh-To see MacTavish?" She said, innocently. Ghost hadn't had a clue what was going on, but he heard a lot of shouting, and decided to see what was going on, but he still didn't, "If you don't mind me asking, sir, but what's this about?"
"Her." Price pointed to Ava, "Did you know she worked for Makarov?"
Ghost nodded, "Of course. I also know he tortured her, and forced her to work for him. She had no other option." Ava kept on edging inwards, hiding more of her body from Price.
"Is that so?" Price asked,
"Show him Ava." Ghost said.
Ava shook her head instantly, "I can't."
"You can either show him or go back to Makarov." Ghost replied calmly. Ava reached for her scarf and pulled it over her head; her hands shaking as she done so. She wanted to turn. And run. Ghost stepped to the side whilst Ava squeezed her eyes shut. Price didn't know what to think. He knew Makarov was capable of some horrible stuff, but this, was crossing the line. She pulled the scarf over her neck, unsure of what to say. "C'mon Ava." Ghost said, holding the door open for her.
"I can handle myself, y'know?" Ava asked Ghost.
Ghost nodded, "Of course I realise. I just didn't want you getting shot."
Ava shrugged, "What would it of mattered. No one would've cared." Ghost wanted to hold her, to tell her that he'd care. He'd care more than she'd ever believe. She'd care for everyone who didn't. But he couldn't.
A/N: Hey again! Oh, I've had a couple of good ideas for the story, but, they're for like the end of the fic. -.- Anyways, the thank yous; WheresDaBeef thanks a ton, and also lolperson2. There's really not a lot to say, but excuse grammar mistakes, and any first person writing. Bubye! -CptHall