Hey there, Wolf ere to provide another action packed installment of TWWTWBHBW xD long short to it, Right? Haha.

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Three Hours Earlier...

Wolf and Micro looked at Security Feeds of their now Derelict ship. It was oddly quiet there. For some reason no one had reported in and the ship was now floating away from the African coast.

Not good at all.

"Hey, Erikk.. Think you can fly us out to the ship?" Wolf asked one of Nikolai's friends, who happened to be one of their old friends from back when the Crüe was still around.

The man smiled as he stood. "Of Course. What's going on?"

"Well, I don't really know, yet. It seems like it was pushed out to sea. I don't know why.. But, me and Piper were going to scout it out and we need a way there since Nikolai is out with Price and the others.. I'm kinda worried since they haven't reported in."

"You know how Zero is.. She can sniff a rat out of Elephant dung.."

Wolf scrunched his nose at that. "I find that actually kinda true, but I didn't need that image.. We're fixing to go get ready. Meet you at the Helo."

"Da. See you there." He nodded going to get prepped.

-Two hours Later.

"Coming up on the ship, My friends.. What do you need me to do? I still have almost a full tank!" Erikk laughed.

Wolf grinned. "Just set us on the flight deck. We are just going to find out what went down here.. And possibly sink the old bitch.." He said reluctantly.

Micro shook her head as she checked her M500 shotgun. "You are too attached to this thing.." She giggled as the wheels touched the deck. Jumping off, she looked around before turning to Wolf.

"Heh. Yeah. Well. How long have we had it?" Wolf asked, brow raised as he loaded his MP7, making sure his KSG was ready in case they needed it.

Micro shrugged. "Ahh.. Six?"

"Five.. You joined a year after we got it." Wolf said as he waved Erikk up to circle the ship.

The two walked along the bare flight deck, noticing all the doors were open and locked in that position as they had left it months ago. "Huh.. Looks like every thing is still in one place. Let's get inside, eh?" Micro smiled as they walked on.

"I doubt anyone found anything of use.. You burned all the unneeded sensitive shit.." Wolf said as he looked around the stairwell. "Let's look up on the bridge.."

For the next half hour, the two combed The upper decks, finding nothing out of place or disturbed. But that was what disturbed them.

"It's too damn quiet." Micro breathed as the sun became the horizon.

Wolf nodded as they went down to the first sub-deck. "Let's see what went on.

Scouring the ship, the two split up, looking around the derelict ship to find nothing out of the ordinary. It was maddening.

"Hey, Did you find anything?" Micro asked over the Comms from the bow of the ship.

Static.

"Wolf?" She called again, earning no response. "Fuck."

On the other side of the ship, Wolf was looking around, trying to figure out what happened. He looked out, seeing the loading bay for boats and aquatic vessels. There was a boat there, and not one they used.

"Micro, I got something. Come to the stern." He went down to the boat, his MP7 held at the ready. He felt like he was walking into a trap as he got on the boat, feeling it rock slightly under his weight.

The element of surprise would be lost as he moved to the door at the front, lifting the panel to look down inside of the boat. "Identify!"

There was no answer, only the rock of the boat. "What the fuck..." Wolf whispered as he realized that Comms were jammed. He broke into a dead sprint, moving quickly to the Bow to find Micro.

However, he froze at the voice of someone he hated dearly.

"Captain Volket. So glad you came.. I liked your quick response to a ship you no longer use.."

Wolf turned, looking at the video screen. "Makarov.. The fuck are you doin' here.."

"It's quite simple.. I'm always a step ahead of you.. You know this.. As proven in Venezuela. I wanted you to realize the gravity of the situation you are in.."

The other video screen showed Micro, walking her way around the bow. Then the whole ship began to pitch forward ever so slightly.

"All the doors are barred from opening, I'd say you make haste to get her and get out. The ship is sinking rather quickly." Makarov said, a live feed from outside on a drone showing there was a hole cut in the waterline. "You aren't the only one's in a trap, Captain. Das Vidanya, American."

Wolf shot the screen showing Makarov. He yelled, running down the corridor towards the bulk head that was closed. He could feel the ship tilting more. He opened the door, rushing to where he heard water trickling. There was an explosion on the aft, the boat having blown a hole in the hull.

"Fuckin Makarov! PIPER!" He screamed.

Micro was stuck. The doors were blocked off, and she couldn't raise Wolf at all. Below, she felt the vibrations of the explosion reaching her feet. "Damnit.. Got to get out of here.. She panicked, pulling out a frame charge and sticking it on the door. She blasted off the locks, the door falling free as she moved through it. She glanced up, seeing Wolf Five doors away. He opened his, moving to the fourth door. She paled as she saw water behind him, and gasped as she felt water licking at her heels.

She placed her frag grenade on the lock, blasting it off after she went into cover behind the bulk head she had burst through.

They both had three doors to get through, and between both of them was a staircase. The water was waist high now, Wolf blasting another door open and Micro doing the very same.

They came to the final door, the stairwell on Wolf's side. "Piper.. Makarov set us up.. I think he set Price and Zee up too.. Can you get through?" He asked, soaked as the water was coming up their bodies.

"I can't get it open.. Do you have anything to help open it?!" Micro asked as she felt for anything to open it.

Wolf had one Semtex left and he saw that the locks were somewhat welded. "FUCK!" He screamed as he looked around. He had a bit of C4 left and he planted it at the middle of the door. "Get back!"

Micro went back a bulkhead, sinking under water and behind the wall. She felt the detonation ripped open the door, causing more flooding as Wolf went back in to find her. "Piper!"

She came up, finding that the door was up against the bulk head, kept in place by it's bend. "I'm stuck here.. Hang on.." She went under, finding that there was an area for her to squeeze through. She left her weapons and went to go over the door. Wolf went to reach for her, only for it to shift and pin her ankle.

The water soon over took the two as she fought to pull her ankle free. Wolf was there immediately, grabbing the door to try and move it, unable to. She looked up at him, pulling off her tags, and handing them to Wolf, who shook his head. He went up for air and came back to her, kissing her to give her more air before he untied her boot, using his knife to cut it.

She coughed, needing air once more as Wolf went back up to get air as well and headed back to her. But she had gone unconscious. He let out a scream as he cut the boot, freeing her before he drug her to the stairs.

He laid her on the platform, performing chest compressions to force water from her throat. "Come on! Please don't do this!" The Captain blew air into her mouth, trying his damnedest to resuscitate her. He felt tears in his eyes as he kept doing it, the water slowly rising.

"God damn it, Piper! COME ON!" He screamed, pounding her chest. He sank back, wiping away the tears that were mixed with the water. Wolf leaned down, finding her tags laying next to her ear. "I'm sorry.. I'm so so sorry.." He whispered, placing a soft kiss to her lips, only to be met with a small jet of lung water.

Micro coughed violently, Hacking up water like never before. Wolf laughed as he leaned down, hugging her. "Damn it, Des.. Don't hit me so fucking hard.." She wheezed.

"I promise.. Come on. This ship is going down like Titanic, and you don't want us to freeze like Jack and Rose.." He chuckled as he helped her up.

"Ah! Shit.. My Ankle.. It's broken.." She whimpered as she stumbled. She then felt weightless as Wolf picked her up, carrying her onward and upward.

They came up to the deck, which was at least twenty feet from going under now. They saw Erickk's hind hovering, waiting. The man waved frantically, ushering them to hurry. It clicked, Wolf feeling his adrenalin kick in as he rushed towards the Helo, the ship shuddering violently under his feet as he kept going.

The water was right behind them as the ship began to list, dodging equipment from when they had left go get to the open door.

Wolf was two steps away as the deck buckled between them. "Fuck!" He yelled.

Micro looked at the gap widening and back to Wolf's face. She saw it in his eyes. Pure survivalist mode, focused on only him and Micro's safety. He backed up abit, testing his boots grip before he ran forward, determined to make it.

Then he Jumped..

Prague- Present Time

"S-Soap.. Reaper..!" Yuri groaned as he pushed off the bell, trying to get to the Two men buried.

Price and Zero Sprinted across the road, Under heavy fire and Price fired an M203 round before clearing the debris off a bleeding Soap and Reaper. "Look at me! You're alright!" He slapped both of them awake.

Zero pulled Yuri to his feet, pushing him to Soap. "Grab him! We have to move now!"

Yuri helps Soap up, who continues to bleed from a wound in his side.

Zero pulled up Reaper, despite her smaller frame. "Yuri...Makarov...he said..."

They started to run through the streets under heavy fire from infantry and armored vehicles in all directions.

"Don't stop! Keep moving!" Price yelled loudly, firing to cover them.

As they continue through the streets, Reaper stumbles, Soap picking him up to steady him. "Come on, Mate... We can't stop.." He rasped as he pulled his P99.

"Get him up, Zero! We can't stay here. C'mon, this way. We have to get off the street!" Price ordered as he tossed a smoke grenade for cover.

Soap groaned as he clutched his side. "Ah, shite." he cursed as a helicopter flew above.

"Enemy bird! Get off the road!" Yuri yelled.

They ran off the street, Price knocking a hole in a building with his M203. "This way!" They push through the building and out the other side. "Set him down." Price pointed for Yuri, who sat Soap down next to a dumpster.

Soap hissed. "Just patch me up... Get me back in this..." He said as Price gave Yuri his M4A1.

"It's not safe here. We have to move! Zero, Is he alright?" Price picks up Soap, who is small spots blood behind him.

Zero looked at Reaper, who was bleeding more than Soap. "We need...Nikolai...get us out..." Reaper coughed.

"Hang on, Lad's we will get you home." Price kicks down a door into a store, noticing a buzz "That chopper's circling back around! We have to move!"

Reaper stumbled a bit, Zero helping him up. "Come on, Stay with me.. Please, Reap. You can make it!"

Russians enter the store, Yuri engaging them quickly. "Yuri, clear the store! We need to get the hell out of here!" Zero yelled.

"The fuck do I look like I'm doing?!" He retorted as cleared the store, a Russian coming at the door before Soap shot him in the face with his pistol.

Price grinned. "Nice shot, son."

"I can still teach you a thing or two, old man." Soap chuckled, clutching his side and dripping more blood as They moved outside.

Price looked to Yuri. "We're moving up to the statue! Keep 'em off of us!"

"Got it. I have your backs." Yuri said as he engaged the Russians firing at them. More infantry and the helicopter came from above the right rooftop, firing at them.

"We can't stay here. C'mon, this way." They moved to an office building, Reaper holding his side as he struggled to stay afoot "Through here! Let's go!" Price pointed.

They moved out to the street, Yuri engages more of Makarov's men. They were in utter hell right now. "Keep moving!" He yelled as he reloaded, placing more rounds in another Russian.

Soap pointed his pistol, taking out a dog. "There's more...on the street!" He yelled as Two armored SUVs drove into the intersection and screeched to a halt, the gunners coming up.

"Yuri, take care of 'em!" Price called as he looked around but Reaper spoke up.

" Go left! Cut through the building!"

Yuri went ahead as they cut the corner through the building, killing the Russians inside and holding open the door while he cleared the area behind them.

Soap groaned still bleeding wildly. "They'll just keep coming."

"Fuck them, Don't stop! Keep moving!" Zero yelled

Reaper stumbled and struggled to stand. "Just leave me!" He looked at her, pleadingly.

"No! I'm getting you out of this! Head for that building to the northwest!" Price yelled at the wounded man, pulling Soap with him as more enemy fire came from behind.

Zero looked back, dragging the increasingly heavy Reaper to his feet. "Cover our six!" She called, keeping both her's and Reaper's head down.

Yuri turned around and fired back at the hostiles, the group cutting through the basketball court as more vehicles appeared

Soap looked up. "Price! UAZ!" He pointed as they all fell into cover, Yuri steadily firing at the Russians who tried advancing only to be cut down.

"We made it, lads, Just hold on!" Price yelled over the gunfire just as the UAZ plowed into the basketball court and more infantry moved in. Yuri fired back to hold the Russians off. Czech Resistance soldiers ran in behind the group and came to help the wounded.

"It's the Resistance! Hold them back, Yuri! We need to move Soap! Get over here and cover us!" Price ordered, turning to the CR soldiers. "We've got wounded! Get them inside! Go!"

Zero watched Yuri's back while soldiers carried Reaper and Soap in a roadie run into the building.

The leader fired at the Russians. "Fall back!" He yelled to the two.

They brought the two wounded into the building, moving through soldiers to get them in.

The two Russians entered the building, where the soldiers lay the two on tables, moving to save the two men.

Price tried to help Soap, ripping open the vest he had on. His stab wound had reopened because of the explosion. "Medic! Put pressure on the wound! Yuri! Over here now!"

Reaper, however, had far worse wounds, his heart shredded by shrapnel. Zero was tearing up as she was keeping his wound on his side pressurized. "Collin! Stay with me!

"Price... Yuri..." Soap tried to speak, the morphine kicking In as they worked quickly.

Price placed a hand on his forehead "Not now, Soap. Just rest."

"Fuck! Get a medic! C'mon, stay with me, Collin!" Zero cried as she helped the medic.

Reaper clutched her hand. "Liv...You need to know..." He pulled her down to speak his last words.

"Makarov...knows...Yuri... Stay Frosty..." He whispered, head thumping back as he expired.

Price froze at the heart wrenching scream Zero let out. "Collin, no, no, no, no, no! COLLIN! Come on! PLEASE, NO!"

The Resistance Leader came up as Soap was stabilized. "Miss! All of you have to go, now!"

She pushed him away, resentment in her tear filled eyes. "Get the FUCk off me!" Zero said loudly, looking back to Reaper, taking his tags. She then took out a knife he used to kill one of their worst targets eight years ago, and laid it on his chest, also placing a picture of the Whole Crüe on the knife and crossing his hands over it. "I'm sorry." She whimpered

She placed his tags in her breast pocket, turning to Price as a BTR outside fired at the building, rounds missing them entirely.

The Resistance leader launched a rocket at the vehicle, taking it out and looking to them. "This way!"

Price picked up Soap carefully with the help of Yuri and came to a door at the back of the bar.

"Yuri, get the door." Price nodded, the man quietly, but quickly moving to the door.

But as soon as Yuri opened it, Zero turned Yuri around and landed a hard punch to his jaw, causing him to fall all the way down a flight of stairs to the bottom of cellar, stunned at what his lover had just done. When Yuri recovered, Zero descended the stairs after him like a demon of the night, eyes puffy and red with anger and pain, pulling out Reaper's trademark Auto Mag .44.

"Collin trusted you. I thought I could too, since I loved you!" She locked the pistol and grabbed Yuri's collar, pointing it in Yuri's face. "So why the fuck does Makarov know you?!"

Yuri swallowed hard as he began to explain his former association with Makarov. "I was young and patriotic when I first met Vladimir Makarov. It was in 96 when everything had began. When Captain Price set off that spark. Zakhaev never forgot what we did for him that day. Our reward was power. But power corrupts."

He saw Price helping a drugged Soap down the steps, watching Zero carefully.

"We went off the grid for Fifteen years, until Zakhaev met with Khaled Al-Asad. He left us behind for one thing that made General Shepherd rife with revenge. Thousands of souls extinguished by the push of a button. Makarov's Button. It wasn't war. It was madness.. Then came the very reason I am with you today. He had two of the ones involved on the Airport Massacre and told me this. 'I know what you have done, Yuri. I know what you have told them. My friend. My ally. My betrayer. What happens here today, will change the world forever. Nothing can stop this. Not even you.'" Yuri held his abdomen, where Makarov put a slug from a Desert eagle. "And then shot me... I was a soldier of Russia, not a taker of innocent lives. But in his eyes, this marked me as the enemy."

Yuri looked up at Zero, reflecting the same emotions. Anger. Hate.

Hurt.

"That is how he knows me.. I'm sorry about Reaper.. But Makarov is always one step ahead. Even ahead of me.. I'm sorry, Liv.." He closed his eyes, feeling tears from Zero drop on his vest. "I'm sorry.."

Price placed his hand on Zero's shoulder, shaking his head as she looked up at him.

"Okay, Yuri.." Zero took the gun away from his forehead, helping him stand back up. "You've bought yourself some time..." She holstered the pistol, turning to help Price and then looked back at him. "...for now."

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