Outside of the hotel, Natalya started to walk down the street. She was anxious and felt like she was slowly going crazy. She had tried to beat her own father, she had a terrorist and some strange man trying to capture her, and Soap was being told by the strange man to get her. The Russian girl walked down the street, lost in thought, until she bumped into someone. When she looked at the person's face, she recognized it as Ghost. He seemed to know who she was also.

"It's you! Uh, what was it again?"

"Natalya."

"Yeah! What are you doing walking around out here, not paying attention to where you're going?"

"Da." He looked at her for a moment.

"Why are you so bloody important to Mactavish?" Natalya struggled to find words. First, the question had caught her off guard. She didn't think she was that important to him, and secondly, she didn't know what to say whatsoever. His phone started to ring, and he picked it up. She walked away to give him privacy, and she looked around at her surroundings. A few minutes later, she turned to go back to him, until she saw a figure next to him that looked very familiar. It was Soap. She looked down at the ground as she tried to walk past the two soldiers. She had just gotten past the two men, when Soap turned around.

"Hey! Oi Natalya! Come here!" He chased after her, and so did Ghost. The agile Russian girl dodged pedestrians and made her way through an alleyway, heading into a small street market. Natalya got through the market and went around the corner of a building. She heard faint footsteps, so she looked around and spotted a ladder on the side of a building. Natalya climbed up it, and the footsteps stopped near the ladder as she got to the top and slid her feet over the edge. She stood up, sighing in relief. The girl examined her surroundings, and was about to turn around, when a figure tackled her to the rooftop. The figure straddled her and pinned her wrists above her head. Soap had found her. Natalya struggled, and try to get Soap to release her, but he stayed where he was. She instead decided to glare at him, pissed off.

"Why do you have to follow orders? Soap I haven't done anything wrong! Why can't you just let me go!"

"What makes you think I chased you just to capture you?" The Task Force 141 Captain asked, confused.

"What do you mean? Why did you chase me through this city if you weren't obeying that general? Soap, what are you doing here anyway?"

"I could ask you the same thing. What happened to you Natalya? I thought Makarov captured you. Bollocks, where were you this whole time? We heard you were taken in Vacoyce an-" She interrupted him, and he allowed her to prop herself up on her elbows.

"We were shot down near my home, so we went there. I read Alexei's journal and he had wrote that he had found a generator in Vacoyce. So Nikolai and I went there. We split up and I found the generator, but I saw a door that hadn't been opened when I had first walked into the room with the generator. I went to look at it, curious, and a mudak of a man was standing around the corner. I stabbed him through the hand with my knife and ran out of the building. Another guy grabbed me by my hair, that suka. I yelled for Nikolai, but they kept me at a distance from him by shooting at him. I was led to a helicopter and we took off. Next thing I knew, Makarov was right there in front of me. I blacked out a few times..." She trailed off, and then continued.

"Oh god Soap! The people killed...It made me think. All it takes is one decision. That one decision to get on a plane on one certain day. Fuck! I walked through it. I saw all these innocent people dragging themselves across the floor." Soap pulled her up into a sitting position, and Natalya kept on talking. "I fought with myself deep down inside. Why the hell was I okay? What made me any different then them? My father? He fucking betrayed me Soap, just left me in the hands of that monster! Damn it Soap...Why?" He knelt next to the trembling Russian girl, and looked her in the eyes.

"Natalya, it wasn't your fault mate. You had no say in it. But please Natalya, if you bloody swear to just stay away from all of this, or at least try your damn best, I won't take you to Sheperd." The words sank in, and she started to shake her head.

"Nyet, nyet Soap I can't! I can't stay away from you! You got me out of my old life! You took Alexei's spot and-" He stopped her, and then narrowed his eyes.

"I took your friend's spot? Bollucks! If I had known that's what you think I'm doing, then I would have never had- nevermind. Girl, if I ever see you involved in any of this, I will take you to Sheperd. Now get up and get away from here." She hurriedly got up and went down the ladder. The Russian girl bolted down the alleyway, until she ran into the arms of Ghost.

"What do you think you're doing?" She didn't reply, and instead hit the man as hard as possible in the stomach. Natalya sprinted past him, out into the street. Yelling followed behind her, until Soap stopped Ghost.

"Let her be. Remember the bloody deal Natalya!" Natalya continued to sprint down the street, until another pair of arms caught her. When her eyes peered up at the owner of the arms, she saw that it was Yuri. Natalya buried her face in his shirt, muttering to herself.

"Damn it Yuri. I screwed up. Where's Nikolai?" He led her to a diner, and Nikolai was sitting at one of the leather booths, talking on his phone. He looked up and saw the two Russians, so he said a few last words into his phone and motioned for them to sit down. The Russian girl sat next to Nikolai, and rested her head on his shoulder. The Loyalist looked down at her.

"What is wrong, my friend?" She doesn't say a word, but instead looked out the window. Nikolai looked at the ex-Spetnaz across from him. "What happened?" Yuri shrugged.

"I don't know. I was walking outside to look for her, and then there she was. She ran into my arms, mumbled something, and then I brought her here." Nikolai moved his shoulder, to get her attention.

"Nikolai when are we leaving?"

"We are leaving tomorrow night. Then we're going to the SAS base."

"I can't go there!" Yuri stood up and said he was going to get some coffee. Nikolai looked down at the temporary raven-haired girl.

"And why not, girl?"

"Soap says I can't, or he'll take me to that general!"

"When did you even talk to Mactavish? We didn't even see him at the base." She explained what had happened earlier.

"-And now I can't go there, unless you want me to be taken to Sheperd!" Nikolai looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I have a plan Natalya. It will work."

Later, two figures were driving in a rented car to the SAS base. Nikolai was driving, while the other wore a black pullover hoodie, a Kevlar vest underneath, gray fatigues, and tan combat boots. Along with that, they had on a white camoflauge balaclava on, and black aviators covering the two green eyes that looked over at Nikolai.

"This isn't going to work! I look like a terrible version of Ghost, and why isn't Yuri with us?"

"You look fine. And when we get there, your callsign is Pine, You should rarely speak, and if you absolutely need to, you will speak in a gruff voice and in Russian. I'll give them a backstory, and we need you to perfect this, since we'll be there a lot." Natalya, AKA Pine, pulled on one of the camoflauge fingerless gloves she was wearing, and then reached up to adjust her hair pulled back in the balaclava.

"I don't know. It seems pointless. Soap will know it's me, since I've been with you this whole time practically." Nikolai shrugged.

"I'll say you left. That you told me what he said, and I agreed with him, saying you had to leave. Then, some of my comrades sent me 'Pine', saying he had intel. I don't know if we need to have real intel, but it couldn't hurt." She bit her lip, and then spoke up.

"Anyways, where is Yuri? Why didn't he come with?" Nikolai glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"He's going to find a place for you two, just incase you can't stay with me. I have to help my friends in the 141." She didn't reply, instead digging for her phone that was vibrating. She slid the screen, having gotten a slide phone with a full keyboard. Natalya didn't quite understand how to use it, which is why Nikolai argued with Yuri, saying she didn't need the phone. Yuri won. She tapped a button and a text message opened up. It was from Yuri.

-To Natalya: Privyet Pine. How's the base?-

She pressed her lips into a fine line, and then hit the reply button. A blank space awaited her on the screen.

-To Yuri: Privyet. So I just type what I have to say and then hit the Send button?-

-To Natalya: Yes. That is what you do. Now how is the base?-

-To Yuri: Oh we arent at the base yet. Yuri. What are you doing?-

-To Natalya: You're not at the base? I'm calling Kamarov's men, asking where we could go.-

Natalya decided to call him instead, since the texting was too complicated for her and what she had to say. She went into her contact list, and then she looked for Yuri's name, which was the only one she had besides Nikolai's and Kamarov's. She pressed Call, and the dial tone started up. Then Yuri's voice came through the phone.

"Privyet Natalya, what do you want?"

"I didn't want to keep pressing such small keys. Yuri, did you actually say a place for you AND me? Because Kamarov does not like me an-" She heard Yuri sigh on the other end.

"Natalya, he doesn't need to know alright? How would he even realize you were at any number of safehouses? His men won't tell. And by the time all of this clears over, we can go wherever." Had she heard him right? He had said 'we'.

"Uh Yuri? Did you say 'we'?"

"Da. I know that well this is coming out of the air, but I want you Natalya. I hated when you stayed with Makarov, and I thought it was disgusting the way he used you. He knew and he used that against me. That's part of the reason I didn't want to be anywhere near him any longer, besides the fact so many innocent people were killed. But I want you." Natalya didn't know what to say whatsoever. Just a while ago, she had wanted to kiss Yuri and now, she felt shocked and not the good kind of shocked. "Mudak Yuri, you mudak."

"Yuri, I have to go now, we're at the base. Talk to you later!" She hung up before she heard his reply. Nikolai looked over at her.

"Something wrong? Look if you need a place to stay, you can stay with me...I might rent an apartment in Herefold instead of sleeping in a barrack room if I'm here often."

"Do you have some deep love for me too Nikolai? That you just have to announce or you might explode from the inside-out!"

"Nyet. I didn't know Yuri was a romantic. That must've been his 50 Shades of G-"

"Nikolai!"

"Right. Natalya, I want no part of you like that. Sorry. I know you've wanted to sleep with me since we met, but I don't know if Mactavish would be too pleased with that." She shot him a look. "Listen, you can stay with me if you want if Yuri isn't such a good choice."

"I'll stay with you then."

"Good. But just so you know, I like to shower alone, and I want to feel safe in my own place, not worrying if someone's going to grab at me an-"

"Nikolai! Shut the hell up!" He chuckled to himself, and they arrived at the base. They went in, and then parked the truck, before heading to the training area, where most of the soldiers would be. One came up to them.

"I'm Archer. You're Nikolai right?" He nodded at Nikolai, and then glanced at Natalya. "And you're?"

"N-Pine. This is Pine. He just came in." Nikolai answered for her. Archer nodded.

"Great. Okay so Mactavish is in the mess hall. You know where that is?"

"Yes."

"Alright. Nice meeting you." Nikolai and Natalya walked to the mess hall, and went through the double doors. A round of laughter turned Natalya's attention to a table in the corner. She recognized three of the soldiers.

Ghost, Roach, and Soap...

She stopped, and Nikolai had to pull her arm to get her to go over there. When they reached the table, the three soldiers looked up at them.

"Nikolai! Good to see you mate! Who's this?" Soap was the first to speak up. Nikolai chuckled.

"You too, my friend. This is Pine. Just shipped in yesterday."

"Where's Natalya?" Natalya's face showed surprise, and she was worried, until she realized her balaclava and aviators covered her.

"She left. She told me about what you said, and I agreed. Left just this morning. Anyways, Pine can't hear very well. Got a flashbang to the head. Medic said it would return to normal, but didn't know when. He can hear sometimes though. Most of the time these days I was told." Soap nodded, and then the two Russians sat down. Roach looked at her, then looked at Ghost.

"This soldier looks like a girl."

"How so Roach?"

"He sits like one, and he's so small!" She got up, and left. It wasn't because of what he had said, but because she was worried he'd realize that yes! She was a girl. Then Soap would find out and she'd be taken to Sheperd. Natalya left the mess hall, feeling everyone staring at her back. She walked down the hallway until someone stopped her.

"Hey! Mate! You okay?" She turned and it was Ghost. "Roach has a big mouth, and he never shuts the bloody hell up." She nodded.

"I'm just tired." She said in the gruffest voice she could muster.

"I can show you where you're staying. Mactavish told me that you were staying with him, while Nikolai stayed with me."

"Da." Ghost led 'Pine' down a corridor until they were in the barracks section of the base. He led her to a door.

"This is where Mactavish sleeps. I'm two doors down." He left, and she went inside. Moments later, the door opened, and in walked Captain Mactavish. He went over to a dresser and dug around for what looked like pants and a shirt. He must've felt her staring at him, since he turned around.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to take a shower? If you want to, they're just down the hall, labeled showers." He left with the clothes, and she was alone again. The door opened once again, and it was her Russian companion.

"Nikolai! How am I going to shower?"

"You don't know how to shower? It's pretty simple-"

"Nyet! I can't shower with everyone else!"

"Well you can use on of the private sectioned off showers, or Ghost has a small adjoining bathroom to his room. He went to go train, so you could use it if you go fast."

"Da! You have to tell me when he comes back though!" She found her bag, which somehow got to Soap's room, and dug around for some clothes. She pulled out black cotton short shorts, and a turquiose colored camisole. Natalya followed Nikolai down the hall to Ghost's room, and then he showed her where the bathroom was. He left, closing the room door, and she looked around. Natalya saw two dog tags laying on top of a dresser, and she examined them. One said 'Simon Riley', while the other said 'Ghost: TF 141'. So his name was Simon Riley. She went into the bathroom, and started the shower. Once it was hot enough, she got inside. Natalya used a bar of soap she found, smirking at the word 'Soap', before realizing she had nothing to wash her hair with. That is, until she saw a bottle of shampoo that was labeled 'For Men'. It was Ghost's obviously. She used it anyways. It smelled like the woods, or outdoor-ish. After she was done, she got out, and dried herself off. The Russian put on just some things, and then went out into the main room to change into her clothes. As she opened the door and then closed it, the main door opened. In walked the occupant of the room, Ghost. Her heart was pounding. She wasn't disquised. He narrowed his eyes at her and started towards her.

"Who the hell are you?" His eyes scanned over her, and she realized she was standing there in her camoflauge bandeau and boyshorts, from her time with Makarov. She crossed her arms over her chest. He repeated his question. "Who the hell are you?" Her clothes were sitting on his dresser, which was on the other side of the room.

"Can I please put my clothes on first?" He nodded.

"Fine." She stepped around him, and then dashed to the door, until be stopped by something hard pushing her into the wall. Ghost was pressed up against her, while her back was to the wall. "Just tell me who the bloody hell you are?" She was so close to him that she could see his eyes behind his sunglasses. They flickered down below her face, and she realized he was staring at her.

"This is how you treat people you don't know?"

"Just when they're in my room and I don't know them at all." He stopped, and instead looked at her entire face, taking in the contours of her face and her eyes. "Wait...Natalya?" Her eyes shot wide-open. "It is you! What are you doing here?"

"How didn't you figure out it was me?"

"I never saw you with black hair? You had on a hat when I saw you last. And I couldn't tell with the darkness that one night. You punched me in the stomach."

"Sorry. You can't tell anyone I'm here though!"

"Who are you here with?"

"Nikolai."

"But I didn't see you with him and-wait. You're Pine aren't you?" She nodded.

"Da." He released her.

"Why can't anyone know you're here? It's about what Mactavish said, isn't it?"

"Da. I can't be taken to Sheperd. Makarov is looking for me too."

"Alright."

"Thank-you Simon." He tensed up.

"What did you just call me?"

"Simon?" She backed away from him, and her legs hit the side of the bed.

"Don't call me that. No one calls me by that anymore."

"It's too late now."

"Get out."

"Nyet! Simon.." She knew she was pushing it, but she didn't care. "Why do you wear that mask? You're hiding something aren't you." He pushed her, and she stumbled into the bed.

"Quit talking."

"Nyet! You can't just get me to shut up!"

"You don't know what I've been through! Now shut the bloody hell up!"

"You don't think I don't know what you've been through!? My mother was taken from me, and then she was killed, my best friend was shot before my very eyes in front of me, my father left me in the hands of a monster, and one of my other friends has pushed me away and probably hates me. I've watched people shot less than three feet away from me, and now I'm miles and miles away from my home, where my grandmother is. Sorry I don't know what feelings are. I had to leave my best friend alone, dead in a anbandoned city, and then drop him off at his mother's feet in a damn body bag!" She got back up. "So sorry you can't be a man and show you face because of you're damn problems!" He pushed her back onto the bed, but this time her legs ended up tripping him, so he fell too. He stopped himself by holding his body up using his arms. Ghost pulled his balaclava up slightly so his mouth was showing. He looked her in the eyes, then lowered himself down and kissed her. Natalya didn't move, so the TF 141 member used one hand to put her arms around his neck. Then she decided to just kiss him. He bit her lip, and she laughed lightly. He then hiked her leg up so it was against one side of his waist, and he held it there, while his other hand kept him above her, as to not crush her. Ghost stopped though, and put his head against her shoulder.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He flipped them so she was at his side, and he sat up slightly, leaning against the wall.

"It's fine, really... Please, let me see your face."

"No." She decided to do something different, so she put one leg over him, and straddled his waist. Her hands went to his chest, palms down, and she leaned in to kiss him. Natalya bit his lip like he had done to her, and then got him to open his mouth slightly during the kiss. The soldier tasted like some kind of energy drink and somewhat like vodka. To him though, the Russian girl tasted like French vanilla creamer and something else he couldn't identify. She smelled like vanilla too, and like his shampoo. Ghost pulled away from her, and took a strand of her black hair in his hand, before leaning in to smell it. It was his shampoo.

"Did you use my shampoo?" He asked her curiously. She smiled shyly.

"Da...I hope that's alright."

"It's okay." She pressed her mouth to his again, giving him one last light kiss. Before she could get up though, someone knocked on the door.

"Hey Ghost! Mate I need to ask you something!" Ghost looked at her, and then got up.

"Get under the sheets." She laid down on her stomach and threw the sheet over herself. She burned with embarassment when she realized the sheet only covered her from her head to waist. Her legs and boyshorts were still showing. The door opened, and Ghost started to speak.

"Yeah Mactavish?"

"Have you seen Roach? Since he-Who is that?" She could just feel Soap's eyes on her, or more importantly, her camoflauge boyshorts and tan legs.

"No one important."

"Well I didn't even see anyone come onto the base...Really, who is she?"

"No one you need to concern yourself with John."

"Alright, alright. Like the camoflauge though mate. I knew one girl who would probably wear those. But she's in the past now I guess. It's dinnertime too Ghost. See you." The door closed, and Ghost pulled the sheet off.

"You can get up." She did just that, and went to the dresser to retrieve her clothes. She put her camisole on, and then the shorts. Ghost watched her the entire time. She bit her lip, and then looked at him.

"So you won't tell anyone?"

"No. So how do you plan on leaving if you don't have your disguise on?"

"Oh shit!" He chuckled.

"Hang on." He went to his dresser and pulled out some black sweatpants and a baggy military issued tshirt. "Here." Then he dug around for her sunglasses and balaclava, which were laying on the floor. "And here."

"Thanks." He nodded, as she put the clothes on. She went over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Can I please?" He sighed, and looked conflicted in the eyes. But then his hand went to his sunglasses, and he took them off. After that, he went for the hem of his balaclava and slowly pulled it up over his head. Natalya was greeted with the sight of piercing blue eyes that were brilliant to her, and short brown hair. Ghost also had a five o'clock shadow, and his skin was surprisingly slightly tanned for being under a full-facial mask. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him once again. Natalya couldn't recall why exactly she kept on kissing him, but she figured it was just the feeling of it. Sure there had been Alexei and Soap, and of course Makarov, but this felt different. He chuckled deep in his throat, and Natalya could feel it.

"You better go."

"Da. Goodbye Ghost." She walked to the door, and then walked out with no other words. Natalya walked to her and Soap's room, and went inside. She glanced around, and then screamed, banging her head on the door. Moments later, that door opened, and Soap walked in. He gave her a strange look.

"Was that you?"

"Was what me?"

"That bloody scream."

"Nyet." He went over to a fullsize mirror and started to shave. She stared at him, until he turned around.

"Something wrong? You keep watching me mate."

"Nyet. Sorry." The door opened again, and this time it was Roach. He pointed at Natalya.

"You! Uh Pine! A letter came for you." He handed her an envelope and left. She tore it open and removed a yellowish piece of paper from inside, unfolding it before reading.

Dear Natya,

Nikolai sent word that you two are alright. I am glad for that. I miss you Natalya, and I hope to see you again. Now do not worry darling, but the doctor recently came, to treat my broken leg, and he told me I have a serious breathing problem. But like I said, do not fret or worry. I broke my leg falling down the stairs, and the doctor had to come from the nearest city. Did you find your father? Natalya, I hope the world is everything you thought it would be. It must have been strange to seem so many people in the same place at the same time. Have you seen Moscow? You and Alexei wanted to go there didn't you? I was there with your grandfather when we were just young adults. He proposed to me at the St. Basil Cathedral. Right outside on the sidewalk. But I'm getting off subject. I hope you and Nikolai are well, and I don't want you to worry about me. I'm fine. -Love, your Babushka Verushka

Natalya dashed out of the room, heading towards the mess hall, hoping Nikolai was there. She was right. He was sitting at a table with a few other soldiers. He looked up when he saw her.

"You made it!"

"I need to talk to you!"

"Okay." They walked out, and stood in a corner near the mess hall doors, outside of the room. "Da?"

"My babushka has a broken leg and a serious breathing problem. I need to see her Nikolai please!" He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Natalya, remember last time we went there? We were shot down!"

"Please!"

"...Alright, my friend, but just a day. We'll leave tomorrow morning." She hugged him, and then they went inside to eat dinner. Later that night, she headed back to the room she was sleeping in, and climbed into the single bed. Soap was already sleeping, and she looked at him, watching his sleeping face, and sighed, before falling asleep.

The next morning, Natalya got up, and went to change her clothes. She picked out gray skinny jeans and a black racerback tanktop. She didn't bother putting her disguise on, and instead just put her hair in a bun and put her tan slim combat boots on. She grabbed her bag and walked out. Soap was still sleeping. Nikolai was waiting by his Pave Low, and he took her bag for her.

"Ready Natalya?"

"Da!" They got in and took off.

Soap currently stood at the training course, and watched as a Pave Low lifted off and flew away. Roach passed him and he grabbed him by the arm.

"Roach mate, you seen Pine or Nikolai?"

"Nope."

"Do you know who just took off?"

"That's Nikolai's Pave Low isn't it?"

"Yeah I think it was. Did anyone go with him?"

"I saw a black-haired girl walking with him.I thought I heard him say Natalie or something like that." Soap swore under his breath. The girl had been hiding right under his nose. A pilot was passing him, and he stopped him.

"Where are you heading?"

"I'm going to take off in half an hour Captain. Going to deliver some uniforms and guns to a base in the Ukraine."

"Well you're going a little further."

"Understood Captain!" Soap sighed. Of course. Natalya had to have been Pine. They were the same size and his voice sounded feminine underneath the forced accent. Natalya had a Russian accent in general, but it sounded more gruff and forced when Pine spoke.

Hours later, Nikolai and Natalya were descending to the ground in a roofless warehouse big enough to fit Nikolai's Pave Low. They were in Natalya's hometown. Nikolai looked at her.

"You go on and find your grandmother. I'll get your bag." She got out and practically sprinted for her old house. She knocked on the door and seconds later, it opened to show an elderly woman.

"Natya?"

"Da! Babushka!" She wrapped her arms around her grandmother and her babushka did the same. "I missed you!"

"I missed you also Natalya." Nikolai came in too, and Verushka smiled warmly at him.

"Thank you for getting her here." He nodded respectfully, and sat at the table. Natalya and her babushka caught up, and talked for hours, with Nikolai joining in occasionally. It had started to get dark out after awhile, and the wind started blowing, smelling of rain. Verushka was making dinner while Nikolai and Natalya talked.

"So we leave tomorrow? Possibly noon?"

"Sure. Sorry I made you fly here even though she seems fine."

"It's alright girl. You needed a break anyways from worrying and hiding yourself." Natalya smiled at him, and leaned down to take her boots off. They had become a nuisance to her, and she was getting hot with everything on. She removed her socks too and instead slipped some of her flats she kept at home on instead. They were charcoal colored, and worn. Her hair was removed from it's bun too, and so her hair hung around her face, framing it. A knock at the door startled her, and Nikolai's hand moved to his gun. She put her hand on her gun at her side also, and Nikolai got up to open the door. She couldn't see who was at the door, but the voice she heard shocked her.

"Nikolai. What the hell are you doing here?" It was Captain Mactavish. Nikolai glanced at her, and Soap couldn't see her though.

"I just came to check on Natalya's grandmother. I've been talking to her lately as much as I can." Natalya got up and crept to the kitchen. Her babushka looked at her.

"What are you doing Natalya?'

"I'll be back babushka!" She went out the door by the kitchen and ran. Shouting was heard behind her, but she kept on running. Natalya didn't know where to run. The wind was picking up, and trees were rustling. Well the one that was alive.

"Natalya! Stop would you!?" She wasn't going to, but one of her shoes fell off. She decided to just take the other one off too. But being that there were objects such as rocks and sticks in the ground, she slowed down considerably. Soap caught up to her right away. "Natalya! Stop!" She crossed her arms.

"Da?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Walking?"

"Bollucks! Why were you running from me?"

"Why the hell do you think Soap! I don't want to be taken to Sheperd!"

"Why would you lie to me!? Natalya, you hid from me! Why?"

"Like I just said! I didn't want to be taken to Sheperd!"

"I was trying to protect you by telling you to stay away! I should've taken you in to custody when I chased you in Herefold! That was an order I was suppose to follow." The wind blew through her hair, smelling like rain, as she argued with the man in behind her. She had yet to turn around to face him though.

"Soap, you pushed me away. What was I suppose to do!?"

"You know what? What would ALEXEI do right now? Since that's what started this in the first place!" That stung, and he knew it. He was referring to the time she had told him that he had replaced her dead friend's place.

"Alexei would have kissed me! Since I didn't know how he felt until he died." She started to walk away, until an arm stopped her. She was turned around and face to face with the 141 Captain. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, right there in the road. Natalya's slender fingers rested on his forearms, and she stepped on her tiptoes to reach him well enough. She pulled away though, and he looked at her confused.

"What are-" She stopped him.

"I'm sorry Soap. I shouldn't have said you replaced Alexei. No one can replace him. And I shouldn't have lied to you. This was so much easier when we were in Vacoyce. When I didn't know you and you didn't know me. It should've stayed like that."

"No it shouldn't have. Natalya, I'm a soldier. I kill people and don't think twice about it. But you...You were so young and innocent when I saw you."

She chuckled. "Soap I'm twenty."

"Nevermind that. You didn't know what a ghillie suit was, and you didn't know why your friend had to be shot, or why I was even there. And I liked that. I DO like that."

"Soap I'm not innocent...I did things with Makarov I-Where are you going!?" He had started to walk away from her.

"I don't want to hear about how you fucking slept with a terrorist! I don't Natalya."

"I didn't sleep with him! Soap you're such a bastard."

"Sorry."

"Anyways, I didn't run to my father when I saw him, instead I ran to Makarov. I didn't do a damn thing to stop the death of at least one person at the massacre. I could've killed Makarov, but I didn't. I just stood there and watched it all happen."

"Natalya, you couldn't have done a thing. Someone would have taken Makarov's place anyways." Soap walked up to Natalya and wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder, and she giggled like a younger version of herself.

"Soap stop! That feels funny!" He chuckled and continued on, until she shivered. He noticed.

"You alright?"

"Yeah I'm just cold." It was true. She only had on jeans and a tanktop. Plus she was barefoot and the wind was blowing. He took of his military-issued jacket and put it on her. She shrugged into it, and then wrapped her arms around herself. "We should probably get back to my babushka's house." Soap nodded, and they started walking, until Svetlana appeared.

"Privyet Natalya. Soldier. Natalya can I speak to you?"

"Da. Uh Soap you can go on ahead." Natalya and Svetlana stepped into Svetlana's house, not knowing Soap had decided to wait outside instead. Natalya and Svetlana stood in the middle of the living room, and Svetlana smiled softly, reminiscing.

"You know, Alexei always liked you. I did too. Did you know he actually told me he was going to marry you?" Natalya turned slightly red.

"Nyet he did not." Svetlana continued.

"Oh he did. It surprised me greatly. And now I see you walking around with these random men. Nikolai, uh what is his name, Soap? And I know about Makarov..." Natalya became wide-eyed.

"What!? Who's Makarov?"

"Don't play dumb."

"Svetlana, who was Alexei's father?"

"You're changing the subject." She sighed. "His name is Anatoly. Happy? Now don't play dumb Nat-" Natalya gasped.

"You mean Anatoly, Makarov's man? You knew where I was didn't you!"

"Yes. I did. Now I know all about how you slept with Makarov, and kissed him, and ran back to him!"

"I did NOT!"

"Oh so Anatoly was lying when he said Makarov was sleeping with a young girl, with short blonde hair, pretty and tan, who was Sasha Corveshky's daughter!?"

"I didn't sleep with Makarov!"

"But that's not denying the other things. Anatoly said you saw your father, and instead of running to him and escaping, you dashed back up to their hotel room and told Makarov your father was there! And then, he said Makarov would kiss you, or stare at you, and you kissed him right on back! And that's just with the terrorist! What about Soap? I saw you two earlier. You're being a little shalava!"

"Don't you call me a trainstation whore Svetlana! What would Alexei think of you calling his best friend a whore!?"

"Oh don't play the guilt shit on me! What would he think, if he knew you never gave a damn about him. I'm glad you two never got together. I wouldn't want my son getting your filthy diseases! I hope that soldier out there knows what you have when he lays anywhere near you. Just you wait Natya," Natalya bristled at the affectionate name, "when that man finds something better than a girl with father issues." Natalya didn't remember what compelled her to do what she did next, but she pulled her Desert Eagle out of the holster at her side and aimed it at Svetlana.

"Stop telling me this shit Svetlana! I miss Alexei. Almost everyday. I wonder what would have happened if he hadn't died, and if we hadn't even gone to Vacoyce. So don't stand there and tell me I'm no good and a little whore!"

"Fuck you Natya! You know what? You probably slept with every single one of those men. Lev, Viktor, Makarov, Kiril. I swear if you slept with Anatoly, I would fucking make sure you have no legs to even open!" Soap heard commotion inside, and decided to see what was happening. He opened the door quietly, and came upon the sight of Natalya aiming a handgun at Svetlana. Svetlana gasped and looked at him. "Help me!" Natalya turned around, but Soap had her clutched against his chest, taking the gun away from her before she could say a word. He led her outside, and Svetlana slammed the door shut. He looked down at the trembling girl in his arms.

"What were you doing holding a gun to that woman's face?"

"She called me names Soap. That I don't want to tell you. Called me a whore."

"Oh. Come on. You look tired." They walked to her babushka's house, and nobody was awake. Soap led her upstairs, and she went to her bag in her room. She pulled out a pair of black yoga shorts with a blue camoflauge waistband, and a fitted dark gray camisole. Soap watched her, and she hoped he didn't recognize or see the camoflauge bandeau and boyshorts. The captain took of his shirt, which revealed just a black muscle shirt, and then removed his shoes. He sat on the bed, and she went to the bed and sat on the inside, near the wall. "Natalya..You're not any of the things Svetlana called you. Understood?" She mumbled something that resembled yes, and he pulled her onto him. Natalya put a leg on either side of his, and put her hands around his neck. Soap held the Russian girl's waist, and she kissed him. Soap's hands went underneath her shirt, and held her stomach. She shivered, but this time not from the cold. Soap chuckled low in his throat, and moved his hands to just below the bandeau. Immediately though, Natalya's mind thought back to what Svetlana had said.

I hope that soldier out there knows what you have when he lays anywhere near you. Just you wait Natya...when that man finds something better than a girl with father issues...

Natalya pushed away from Soap and got up, heading out the door. Soap followed her, confused, until he saw her go into another room, which he knew was more than likely where Nikolai was. He let out a deep breath and shook his head, before going back to bed to rest. The Russian girl silently opened the door to Nikolai's temporary room, and went up to the bed. She shook his shoulder gently, and his eyes opened halfway.

"Yeah girl?"

"Can I sleep with you?" The Loyalist's eyes shot wide-open, and he shook his head.

"Nyet! Fuck no Natalya! You're babushka is across the hall and Soap is in the next room. So that's a no."

"What? Nikolai I'm tired and I don't want to sleep near Soap right now. Please?" He calmed down considerably after hearing her say those words.

"Oh..Like sleep. Sure I guess." He pulled her by her waist over himself, and she had to lay halfway on top of him, since the bed was so small. "What happened?" She told him the whole story about the events earlier that night.

"-And Anatoly, one of Makarov's men, has been in contact with Svetlana recently. He told her that I was with them."

"She knew? She knew you were with Vladimir Makarov but she didn't send word at all? Damn it. We could have saved you, and possibly gotten the bastard."

"Nikolai...I'll deal with it tomorrow."

"Fine." He didn't seem satisfied.

"So...When I asked if I could sleep with you, you said no because my babushka and Soap were near by. Does that mean you would have said yes if they weren't?" She asked him with a slight smirk on her face.

"Really? You thought of that?" He sighed. "Fine. Da Natya, I have entertained the idea a few times. But you're younger than me and we're just friends." Natalya laughed, and he gave her a serious look. "Go back to Mactavish. He probably does think you're a whore if you came to see me this late at night." She sighed.

"Nikolai! That's too far to walk.." He rolled his eyes in the darkness and hooked on arm underneath her knees and the other by her arms. Nikolai lifted her up, and went out into the hallway, heading to Natalya's room. He quietly opened the door and went to the bed, before laying her on top of Soap.

"Good night Natalya." He left, and she sighed. Soap woke up, and looked at her on top of him.

"Don't you have some Russian to sleep with? Somewhere else?"

"Nyet. Just here with you." She thought for a moment. "I didn't mean-"

"Natalya, as much as I would love to sleep with you until tomorrow, I'm tired, and am not doing this in you're childhood bed. That's just strange. Good night." She moved over so she was at his side.

"Good night Soap." Natalya said, as Soap put his arms around her waist. The Russian girl rested her hands on his shoulder, and closed her eyes, before falling asleep peacefully.


I am going to admit. I really am not liking how this is ending up. Soap seems too soft, they seem to in love right away, and she seems like everything that happesn just makes her wanna cry or hate life...Soo review? Also, sorry this is going just one chapter update at a time...Like I said just now, I'm not liking how this is turning out.