Chapter 2:

Shadow's POV:

I went back to my room, and since Prophet wasn't there, I figured it was the best time to call Roy.

"Golf?" His smoky voice hit me, and some part of me immediately wished I was home.

"Romeo," I replied, keeping my voice still. "Things seem to be running fine here. They apparently rescued Captain Price while I was gone." "The Captain Price?" Roy echoed. "Yeah. Seems the old man still has some fight in him." "Let's just hope he's fighting for the right side." Roy replied, and I frowned. "Roy, he's a hero. He shot Zakhaev."

"Before he got sent to a Russian gulag. Who knows what can happen in there?" I stayed silent.

"Anything else? How was the welcome back?" Roy continued.

"Well, I haven't been shot, so that's a good thing. And the guy I thought hated me was quite happy to see me." I found myself smiling.

"Remember who you are. And what you're there for. Does anyone suspect you're a spy?" Roy, always the killjoy, asked.

"No, I'm still deep cover. No one suspects I'm spying on them." I sighed.

"Alright then. Call back if you've got something. Romeo out." I hung up. I tossed my phone into my bed and turned around.

Scott was standing right in front of the door, with a gun aimed directly at me.

Fuck.

"You're a fucking spy!" Scott's face was full of rage, his eyes wide. I took a deep breath. "Prophet - Scott, calm down." I said slowly and clearly.

"Calm down? Yeah I highly doubt that. Should've trusted my gut, day one. I knew you were a fucking spy."

"So what you want a medal right now? Congrats, you were right, now put the gun down so we can talk."

Scott laughed. "Talk? I assume you mean kill me?"

"I'm not going to kill you, Scott." I frowned. This was starting to get out of control. He had a gun pointed at me and was blocking the door, the only way out of the room.

"Sorry, but I'm not believing you. Who do you even work for?" Scott demanded.

"The CIA."

"Of fucking course. If it ain't the CIA." I rolled my eyes.

"So what are you going to do? What's your play here?"

"You and I are going to have a little chat with MacTavish, that's what we're going to do." Scott said, smiling and beckoning me to move with the gun.

My mind started racing. It shot off a million ideas that I could use to save myself. My first priority was calming him down enough so that he wouldn't shoot me, and I had to figure out a way to keep my cover. Then I had a pretty decent idea.

"You don't want to do that," I said softly. And then I took a deep breath.

"I can get you to Ethan."

I saw Scott's angry face falter for a second. "Don't fucking lie! Ethan died! The Rangers said so. Mission went balls up." Scott said, though I detected a trace of hesitancy in his voice.

"Did you see his body?" I asked, my voice hard as steel.

"He's dead." Scott repeated, but his voice was soft, weaker.

"He's alive. And I can tell you how." I said. Scott didn't reply, so I continued.

"Ethan was on a mission in Kazhakastan with his squad. As you know, the mission went south. They got ambushed, and most of his squad died." I started. Scott nodded, and I carried on.

"We had had our eye on Ethan for quite a while. He wasn't decorated, but there was no doubt he was tough as hell, and incredibly smart too."

"We supplied the intel on that op; it was CIA sanctioned. We didn't expect it to go bad. When it did, the CIA scrambled a team to rescue the survivors. I was on that team. Thing is, I had a different mission. I was supposed to secure Ethan and recruit him, off the books."

"How does this prove anything about him joining the CIA?" Scott asked. I looked at him and carried on.

"So I asked him about joining the CIA. And what he said was 'I'll join you because it's the only way I can protect Scott. He's the only family I got left'". I stopped talking now.

Scott's eyes softened. Then they hardened again. "Prove it!" He practically screamed at me.

"I can't! It's classif -" I started, before Scott cut me off.

"I don't care! If he's alive, I want to see him!" He yelled.

Gritting my teeth, I nodded. I had to keep my cover.

"I'll take you to him. Get Mactavish to give us some leave." I whispered. I couldn't believe that I was doing this. Scott nodded, holstered his gun and left the room.

I tried to form a plan. Last I heard, Ethan was undercover in with the mafia, in Moscow. It was gonna be a heck of a ride. Especially since Makarov's stunt at the airport, it was going to be practically impossible to get into Russia as an American without getting shot. Fortunately for Scott, I was a spy, not a soldier.

By the time Scott came back, an hour later, I had finished getting our fake passports ready. I was now Alena Sorokina, and Scott was my boyfriend, Viktor Ivanovich . I looked at Scott and noticed his red rimmed eyes. I quietly handed him his new passport, and he said "Shadow, Mactavish has given us 3 days. I lied and told him an aunt of mine had passed." I nodded. Scott had called me Shadow, so that was a slight improvement. But some part of me wanted to be honest with him, to let him trust me.

"Genevieve."

"What?" Scott asked, turning around.

I swallowed. "Genevieve Katherine Hawkins. That's my name. My real name."

Scott nodded slowly.

"You should still call me Kate, just so you don't slip up in front of the others, but I just...I just wanted you to know."

"Thanks, Kate."

The next day, we left for the airport. Moscow was our destination. I could only hope Ethan was still alive.

AN: Yes the Ethan part was rushed. Don't worry, details in the next chapter. I'm so sorry it took so long, after getting it beta read, I had like no time to write. Sorry! A huge shoutout to SMakarov as my beta reader, You're awesome! As always, review and let me know how to improve! Cheers, King112