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[February 20, 2017]

[12:00:34]

[Task Force 141, Team Metal, and Skeleton Crüe]

[Washington D.C.]

Derek Westbrook looked over the fifteen or so coffins that were laid out over their plots. Three belonged to his team, one belonged to Skeleton Crüe, and the rest were for the 141's American Operators.

There were also hundreds more for those who died during the war.

He thought of the missions he was on with his team, from Manhattan, to Berlin, it was hell. He could only Imagine how it was for the 141 and the Crüe.

They were still awaiting the people to come around, so Frost walked on over to Captain MacTavish, who's arm was in a sling, Captain Price, who was leaning on a cane, and Captain Volket. "Captains. Staff Sergeant Derek Westbrook. Sandman was my CO."

"Frost, was it?" Price asked, remembering the man from Operation: Kingfish. "That's right, you were on Overwatch when they captured me."

"Yes, Sir. I heard you were able to save Alena and Premier Vorshevsky." Frost said, hands behind his back.

Price gave a short nod, a frown in his aged face. "At the cost of Metal.. I'm sorry about them, mate."

"They gave their lives to make sure the war ended and the Russian President and his daughter got out. Is she recovering?" Frost asked.

Price gave a nod. "Yuri and Olivia are in Russia right now, making sure that she's alright. She's going to make a full recovery." The Captain smiled.

"That's great." Frost gave a smile of his own, looking over at Wolf who was talking to a still hurt Micro, a brace on her lower left leg. "I take it that they are together."

Price turned to look at the two, nodding quietly. "Yeah. So is Yuri and Zero. Soap has a Fiancé in Japan, she's a military nurse stationed there."

"Lucky. My girlfriend was killed in the initial attack."

With a frown, Price placed his hand on Frost's shoulder. "We all take losses mate. Some bigger than others."

"Yeah. Hey, I'm planning on going to a warm beach for a bit of a get together. You want to join?" Frost asked, looking between the Captains. "And hit up a bar after this?" he added. They nodded, Price taking a seat while Wolf and Frost standing at attention, placing their hats on.

They both held a blank expression on their face, watching as the service for their respective groups began.

[Moscow, Russia.]

Yuri looked over the medals in his glass case. Some he felt he did not earn, but he didn't pay much mind to them. He absently rubbed at the scars where Makarov shot him, both in his arms and gut.

He was glad he was dead.

The door opened behind him, revealing a healing Olivia with her uniform still on. "Hey." She smiled, walking up to her lover and wrapping her arms around his torso.

"Hey, there. How are you feeling?" Yuri asked, rubbing his thumb over her scar.

Shrugging, she placed her face against his chest. "Sore still.. But I'll be fine. Any idea where we will be heading after the Ceremony?"

"Price has a base for us. It's a large Cabin up somewhere where it's a decent temperature range, something like the Caucasus Mountains, maybe someplace Sunny.." He shrugged.

Zero gave a soft smile, nuzzled into Yuri's warm body.

"So.. In the mean time.. What do you want to do?"

Yuri leaned down, kissing her softly. "How about you first?" He grinned, picking her up in his arms and carrying her to the bedroom.

After a couple of weeks, the soldiers had met up with Frost down in Florida, a beach house that his parents had owned and he could use on leave. He used to party here with Team Metal and other Marines and Rangers.

But now, it was the designated zone for relaxation for the three groups.

"Cheers, Mates!" Soap said, raising a can of beer to touch with Razor's, Wolf's, Price's, Frost's, Zero's and Yuri's cans.

"To all those we lost, they are never forgotten!" Wolf called around his cigar, Micro nestled in between his legs with her back to his chest.

"To allies and peace." Frost smiled.

"And to the badass Model who helped end that Limey bastard, Makarov." Soap grinned, looking to Razor.

"To Razor Candi!" Zero grinned, nudging her friend.

They all took a drink, Price, Frost, and Wolf emptying the remaining half for their lost ones. "Seriously though, how did you two manage to get out? What happened on the Skull?" Price looked to the American captain.

"Oh, yeah. Well." He sighed. "Call it luck or whatever, but Piper was the one who made it across that gap before I did. If she hadn't, I wouldn't be a whole human. When we jumped, I was able to throw her to the other part as I fell. I slid and caught a hold of a pipe that was hanging out and she grabbed my vest, so she could help me up and onto the deck and I swear, not two seconds later, there was an explosion and the shrapnel could have dismembered me." Wolf said as he took a puff of his cigar. "Erickk almost didn't get to pick us up, but we managed to scramble aboard as the water overtook the deck."

Zero shook her head and kicked at his foot. "You had us scared, you ass."

"So, wait, if you were able to get away, why didn't you join up with them in Prague?" Razor asked as she leaned on the blanket she sat on.

Micro sat up slightly. "We had to make an emergency landing in Al Mukalla. They took us to the Embassy and we had to deal with a few days of captivity in the hospital... What fun that was... But anyway. We were able to convince them that we weren't the criminals we had been made out to be. They sent that evidence to the Boards, a week before your 'trial'." She stopped to breathe before she continued. "We heard about you getting ready to assault Makarov's hideout, so we got to the area as quick as we could. Erickk's chopper got there as you guys were in the elevator and Dez grabbed that ninety-eight bee and took a shot at the Helo to help out. We tried to get in closer but then we saw Makarov jump in the heli to get away, so Erickk had to level out and keep steady."

"I Missed Makarov by a hair and hit the pilot."

Zero nudged his foot again. "Made me crash.."

"Hey, not my fault! Anyway, we landed in the parking lot and that's when I went in to find you. Oh, and, Zee, I found both our AA-12s. I love what you did to the magazines. After you guys left, some Spook, no offense, Razor."

"None taken." The model held up her hands.

Wolf shook his head. "After you left, we went up to confirm the kill. Needless to say, I think I turned him into his mentor before you killed him."

"Bloody great shot, if you ask me, mate. Same arm, same area of amputation, same blood spray." Price patted Wolf's back.

"Ahh. We took out a lot of terrorists these last ten years... Haven't we?" Soap asked.

Frost chuckled. "Hell, the only reason we were able to keep on his heels before miss Candi got ahold of him is all thanks to Our Russian Friend, Yuri."

"I'll drink to that!" Zero giggled.

Yuri shook his head. "You make me feel so special."

They all shared a laugh, the fire crackling along with the gentle sound of the waves lapping the beach. They all looked to the horizon, the sun setting.

"What're we gonna do now? There isn't a shortage of terrorists, and damn sure ain't a shortage of volunteers." Soap asked, looking to his fellow soldiers.

Razor gave a shrug. "Who the hell knows. The future is always in motion.."

"Ain't that the truth?" Frost grinned, taking a drink.

Zero stood up, stretching. "I don't know... We'll figure it out."

Wolf smiled down at Micro, kissing her softly. "We got some news though.."

All eyes turned to the pair, eyebrows quirked.

"No.." Zero's face lit up. "Are you.. Are you serious?!"

"I'm pregnant." Micro giggled, tapping her finger on her belly. "Thirteen weeks. And you're the God mother."

Zero held up her hands, her beer flying. "No freakin' way! I'm going to be a godmother?"

"Damn, Liv, you're certainly happy." Razor gave a soft laugh, looking to her friend.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for those two to hook up!" She looked at her fingers, counting up to four. "Four years." She said, looking at Wolf. "And Mr. Dense never noticed it until he saves her life."

Wolf rolled his eyes. "Uh huh. I've been waiting for you to actually date someone. That's why I never bothered when you and Yuri got it on."

"Alright. If that's all well and good, can we go back in and party?" Their Resident Scotsman interjected, chuckling as he stood.

"Let's go!" Frost laughed, standing up.

All but Zero walked inside, the woman taking her beer and throwing it into the Gulf of Mexico's warm waters. "Rest in Peace, guys.. If I could serve with you all again?" She looked to the flames, smiling. "I'd do it.. And I wouldn't change a damn thing about it.." She kicked sand into the flames, snuffing them out and darkening the area around her.

[Unknown Residence]

[Location: San Fransisco.]

A young man sat at his computer on YouTube, clicking on a link that his friend told him about.

The video that popped up held a picture of a blood red C shape with a smaller, triangular shape in the middle of the shape with an altered voice of a man speaking.

The young man smiled as he listened to the words, sensing all sorts of truth to it. He'd have to thank his friend when he got back to school, the next day.

Cookies to who gets what the symbol the young man finds on the video. It's a very, very heavy foreshadowing event.

Stay Frosty, guys.

Captain Wolf, Over and Out