Becca and Rachel Price:

Becca stood in her old room that was kept the way it was. Even her red plaid T-shirt still hung over her desk chair. She smiled at the room and stroked her soft, warm blanket on her bed that had blue and pink butterflies on top of it and her plush animals were placed on every hard surface that could be found. She picked one up, a purple turtle. She remembered Melody calling it a turtle on steroids. She laughed to herself once and placed it back on the desk.

"Becca! C'mon, I want to show you something!" She heard her mother, Rachel, call from the living room.

Becca left the room that held so many laughter-filled memories with Melody and placed her hands in back pockets as she began to walk down the long hall to the living room. She looked over and saw her mother's aging face and her messy red hair tied in a loose bun on the back of her head as she held a brightly colored box in her hands.

"Consider it a welcome home present and late birthday and Christmas gifts." She said handing the box to her daughter.

"Mom, you know you didn't have to get anything for me." Becca said holding the box and looking up at her mother's smiling face.

"I know, I didn't buy it. I had it in my closet for years and though it was about time I dug it out." She joked as Becca laughed once and opened the box.

She pulled back the ribbon and lifted the box that covered the gift inside. Becca gasped softly as she saw an old golden locket with a small red gem in the middle.

"It was my grandmother's. She gave it to my mother when I was about your age, when I was months into dating your father, so I thought it was about time I gave it to you. Do you like it?" She said looking at the old locket and brushing back Becca's long curls.

Becca smiled. "Of course, Mom's it beautiful! I actually think I remember you wearing this when I was younger." She said taking the delicate chain in her fingers and looking at the sparkling gem in the light that shone above them.

"Well, put it on!" Rachel said taking the chain in her hands.

Becca grinned as she held back her hair and sat with her back to her mother. Rachel threw the chain across her chest then latched it on the back of her neck. Becca slowly turned then stood up and walked over to the large mirror on the wall. She examined herself in the mirror and smiled.

"You look beautiful, sweetie." Rachel said hugging her shoulders.

Becca smiled and continued to examine the locket on her chest.

"You know, you kind of broke a tradition." Rachel said placing her index finger and her thumb across her chin with furrowed eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" Becca asked as if she committed a crime with a hurt look in her eyes.

"My grandfather placed it on my grandmother's neck. John put it on my neck. And I was forced to put it on your neck. Where is your man?" Rachel asked with a smile.

Becca just laughed. "Years in the future." Becca said with a grin.

"You're just like your father. He said the same thing to me when I met him. I had to make the move instead of him. Although, you see how well everything turned out when I made the first move." She said playfully pointing at her chest.

Becca arched an eyebrow. "Yeah, ya got hitched had me nearly five years later and now you're living happily ever after hundreds of miles away." Becca said sarcastically.

"Hey, Rebecca. You watch it, he's been fighting since you were two years old and since then he's been so busy. You be happy he was there when you were seven. You never would have met your old friend Melody. How is she doing now a days, sweetie. I haven't seen her since she tried to run away from her father when she was fourteen. Poor girl was terrified when she saw headlights on the walls. She reminded me of those girls in those horror movies you used to watch. Still can't believe I actually let you watch them." Rachel said slightly scolding herself.

Becca slowly walked over and sat down on the couch, hands folded, with sad frown as her smile faded.

Rachel looked at her daughter's face and wondered if she had said something wrong. She pushed back Becca's hair and hugged her shoulders. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" She asked looking her grief-stricken face.

Becca sighed then looked up to her mother. "Melody passed away, Mom. Killed in Prague nearly a two or three days ago. They're holding a memorial service for her in the military graveyard in the town she was born in. We told her family yesterday of the news. Melanie sounded so terrible. It was like I told her she had two days left to live. I feel so awful. Melody was my best friend; I wasn't there when it happened." Becca said, regret choking her voice.

Rachel hugged her daughter tightly as tears started to slightly blur her vision. She stroked her daughter's hair and muttered words of comfort. "It's alright; there was nothing you could've done. It's alright."

After a while, Becca had stopped crying and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

"Well, to get matters off sadness, who is this Michaela boy you talk about?" Rachel asked trying to make her daughter a little happier.

"What?" Becca said nervously looking up at her.

"I heard you talking in your sleep last night when you completely crashed on the couch. It was either Michael or Dunn. Or both." Rachel said trying to remember what named she had said.

Becca's cheek burned bright red as she recalled her dream of Dunn. "Um, it was nothing really." She said nervously standing up and began to search in her bag that was still by the door. Her red hair curtained her face as she nervously searched through her bag.

"Looking for this?" Rachel said holding a small rectangular purple book with a small glittering word on it. 'Diary'.

Her light blue eyes widened in shock. "Mom!" She said jumping up and running towards her mother.

"I've told you and your father a million times; if you don't want me to read it, hide it!" Rachel said as Becca took the book from her.

Rachel smiled and leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed as Becca flipped through the pages to immediately see if there was anything embarrassing she had written.

"So… Dunn has dreamy eyes and a soft side?" Rachel asked with an eyebrow arched.

Becca nervously smiled at her and nodded slightly knowing she wouldn't stop until she got her answer.

Three Months Later:

MacTavish had returned to Price nearly a week later after visiting his mother, sister, and father; along with Becca. They had gone multiple missions to save the Russian President's daughter and the Russian President. Fortunately, they were able to save both, but were unable to save some of Price's friends (MacTavish jokingly thought that Price had a lot of friends) Sandman, Grinch, and Truck. In the three months they had managed to clear their names and they noticed that after a while, things actually began to settle down somewhat. MacTavish had grown to hide that he was still suffering without Melody, but sometimes at night he dreamt of her. The only time he could see her was in his dreams. As he sat in the living room of his apartment, he began to think of his previous dream.

MacTavish stood in the middle of a large meadow that was full of numerous colored flowers and bright, lively green grass that swayed in the wind. He looked down at the white T-shirt he wore and his light blue jeans. He noticed he was completely clean and his skin almost shone in the beaming sunlight. He then turned as he heard a loud and melodic giggle come from behind him. He then saw a small form dancing around and skipping from every lily to a different spot in the meadow. Her long bouncy brown curls danced along with her body as she wore a knee-length spotless white cotton dress and was barefoot. Her chocolate brown eyes twinkled with peace and happiness and her small square teeth were revealed in an ear-to-ear grin.

"Hey, what is this place?" He called out to the little girl.

She gasped silently and stopped her dancing. Her brown eyes showed some fear, but quickly faded away and she smiled at him. "I know you! Mommy told me everything about you! Mommy! Mommy, come here!" She said jumping up and down happily and began running off towards some unseen place and drug out a tall, brown headed woman with matching chocolate brown eyes that had a smile on her face and wore a long shin-length white dress on. MacTavish's heart raced as he looked at the face of the woman and realized why the little girl looked so familiar. It was her, Melody. He thought of how beautiful she looked, she wasn't stained in dirt or blood like she was when he last saw her alive. He looked down at the hand that was gripped in the small girl's hand. He smiled as he saw the shining diamond ring still on her finger.

"See, Mommy! It's him! Wait… You don't think he's…" The little girl said a little wary and looked over at MacTavish.

"Are you dead? I really really hope not!" She said looking at him with identical warm brown eyes as he mother beside her.

"I don't think so… Melody? Is that really you?" He asked stepping towards her.

She smiled and ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck. He began to laugh as she busted out in a wonderful laughter that he just had to join in. "I've missed you so much, John!" She said looking at his face and placing a hand on his cheek.

"I've missed you too, Mells." He said staring into the dark brown eyes that had haunted him for months but now brought him so much joy.

Melody stood on her toes and kissed his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment as he continued his long-desired kiss with her. When he reopened them, he looked around with a terrified face. The atmosphere changed around him. Everything was dark and dreary. The beautiful flowers he stood under had wilted and the bright green grass was nothing but dead and changed into a hay-like meadow. The bright blue sky had shifted into dark thundering clouds and black sky. He heard a low sound come from behind him. He turned as he saw figure standing over the same small girl that was with Melody. The dark figure was coal black and gloomy as it hovered over the small girl.

"Hey! Get away from her!" He called out and began running towards her; feeling a sudden protective presence come over him. Well, the girl was his daughter; dream or not.

The figure turned to him and he looked into the dark brown eyes of Melody Johnston. She was pale white and her lips were coal black. Her long and usually wavy brown hair turned into long straight black strands that looked moppy and wet. She wore a long shin-length dress like her white one but was covered in dirt and blood and slowly changed into a grey T-shirt and long jeans. Much like what she was wearing before the Prague mission. Her cold dead lips stretched into a smile.

MacTavish jumped from his bed with a start as Melody lunged for him. When he noticed it was just a dream was when he couldn't get his mind off it. That's why he sat on the couch with a faraway look as he stared at the TV. He didn't pay attention until he heard Melody's name from the reporter.

'Members of the Task Force, led by Captain John Price and Captain John MacTavish who were interviewed months later, still grieve for the loss of their many lost fellow squad mates including Sergeant Gray Sanderson, Lieutenant Simon Riley, Captain Melody Johnston and members of the Delta Force who are known by their call signs besides Staff Sergeant Derek Westbrook, Isaac "Sandman" Kincade, Jack "Grinch" Davis, and Jesse "Truck" Dierks. Almost three months ago, a memorial service was made for the brave people that had sacrificed their lives for the duty of their home and their nation. Back in New York, Task Force members came by to pay their respects to Captain Johnston. Though, some find it strange that Captain MacTavish was nowhere to be seen during the event until the next day. No one is sure what has happened to those heroes, but many send wishes that they live happy and long lives. In earlier news, we cross-bound to the Rose Garden where the President is holding a press conference with the Russian Premier, Vorshevsky, to formally announce an end to the hostilities.

"On this historic day, the representatives of two great nations stand before you united…" Began the U.S. President.

MacTavish turned down the volume then grabbed his jacket as he began to walk out the door. He stopped for only a second when he looked over to see the picture he had torn from his field journal, the picture he had drawn of Melody on her first day at the base in her white jacket and long brown hair blowing in the wind. He smiled at it as he picked it up.

"Let's go make some history." He said to the non-living Melody.

He grinned then placed the picture back on the end table and walked out the door.

Two Days Later:

"There's a simplicity to war. Attacking is the only secret. Dare, and the world yields." Price said as he crossed out many pictures and sticky notes on Melody's old schedule mission board. "How quickly they forget that all it takes to change the course of history- is the will of a single man." He continued circling around the main objective in the middle of the board; Vladimir Makarov.

After a moment or so, Price picked up a phone beside him and dialed a number into the phone. He waited for a second until he heard the voice on the other end.

"Who is this?" Answered the gruff voice of Makarov.

"Prisoner 6-2-7. I'm coming for you, Makarov." Price said looking at his crossed out picture on the board with a glare.

Makarov scoffed at the old man. "Haven't you heard Price? They say the war is over." He said in a daunting tone.

"My war ends with you." Price said coldly as he looked over at the group of pictures placed in the memory of Melody with a hateful glare as he remembered how the girl died.

Another scoff came from Makarov. He seemed to be amused with the fact that Price was still so determined to get revenge not just on Melody, but everything disastrous thing that had happened in his reign of terror. "Like it ended for Captain Johnston? Tell me, Price. How painfully long did it take her to die?" He said in a menacing voice.

Both MacTavish and Price had heard the man's words in the still room. No one said nothing as Makarov continued he small speech.

"I've destroyed your world piece by piece. We both know it's only a matter of time until I take that precious little family of yours. It's only a matter of time until I find you." He said.

Price boiled with anger and coldly spat out at him. "You won't have to look far…"

He was glad the only ones that remained to fight with them were MacTavish and Yuri. Everyone else had left after the deaths of the Delta Force, including Becca, Dunn, Foley, Ramirez, James, and all the others. Nikolai still remained with them though they told him he didn't have to stay behind. They were ending Makarov this time.

January 21st, 2017

Captain Price, Soap, and Yuri

Task Force 141

Arabian Peninsula

Price looked over at Yuri who was securing his Juggernaut armor and Soap who was completely protected in the armor and waited for their final stop.

They could hear the shouts and screeching of tires behind the doors of the truck they drove in as security guards and some of Makarov's mercenary shouted at the truck doors. "Step out of the vehicle!"

"You sure this armor will protect us?" Yuri asked glancing at Price and Soap.

"It'll buy us time. Nikolai, are you patched into their system?" Price asked Nikolai.

"Working on it. My Arabic's a little rusty."

MacTavish scoffed. 'The only time when you wish Melody was here to show off her crazy language skills.' He thought to himself.

The three jump slightly as they hear bullets crashing onto the metal doors just feet from them. "Fire!" They heard one of the guards call out to the others.

"Looks like they know we're here." Yuri scoffed placing the helmet on his head, gun on his lap.

Price then picks up the helmet by his side and looks at the video feed Nikolai had uploaded showing Makarov inside the hotel's atrium.

"I've tapped into their security feed. Makarov's in the atrium on the top floor." Nikolai advised, while the other looked at the same feed.

Price nodded once then looked at the two. "This is it. Makarov doesn't leave here alive." He confirmed taking the large and heavy PKP Pecheneg in his arms on locked it ready.

"Get ready." Price said as Yuri and Soap both locked their guns. Price then stood up, Yuri and Soap following his moves as Yuri stood closer to the door.

"This is for Melody." Price said as Yuri crashed his shoulder against the doors causing them to fly open and were immediately met with the heavy gunfire from the guards waiting for their retreat from the truck.

A/N: I know it kinda sucks, but I was trying to do this quick. But, let me know what you think and Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

P.S. (The names for Sandman, Grinch, and Truck aren't real. I just added them for, oh I don't know, creative maybe? I'm not sure, but they're not their real names. Whatever they may be.)