The gunshots didn't stop. I hid myself in an alcove. The base alarms went off, but I didn't hear any security.

This was bad. I heard a lot of fire. There seemed too many people for me to take on, especially without any weapons. I figured I had to stay hidden until I could get to the armory, and also, I had to tell the CIA so that we could get some backup. There was an outpost about 10 miles from here, and I was told to check in there in case of serious emergencies.

If my whole base being shot up didn't count as a "serious emergency", I didn't know what would.

Once the firing stopped, I peeked out. It was clear. I moved slowly into my room. Luckily, there wasn't anyone nearby. I got into my room, and grabbed the radio to connect me to the CIA. I also picked up the pistol I kept hidden next to my bed. Just on impulse, I grabbed the silencer for it. At this point, I was going to need every advantage I could get, and surprise was a big one.

I slowly opened the door again. This time there was a guy walking around. I moved slowly behind him, and steadied my pistol. Two shots later, he was down. I grabbed his body, and dragged him back into my room. There wasn't much I could do about the blood. But I did my best to keep his head above the ground so it wasn't that bad. He had an assault rifle, which I gladly picked up, and I also took his comms. Would definitely help me figure out where the fuck these assholes where. I snuck out again. Suddenly, the guys comms buzzed. A thick Russian accent came on "This is Sierra 2-2. There is one person missing. We have not identified the CIA agent. Keep looking." Brilliant. They were after me. Then I had a horrible feeling. If they were Russian, why the fuck would they speak in English? The comms could've been tapped. So I had no choice but to dump it. I tossed it into a cupboard. With a bit of luck, it would keep them at bay. As I moved, I reached into my pocket and activated my emergency transponder on my radio. That would tell the CIA, and they would send a strike team to get us. I kept moving. The only place I figured they could hold everyone was the rec room. I neared the room.

There were two guards outside the room. I couldn't blast their brains out simply because they were too close to the door. It would've probably left a stain and more likely, the other would've alerted everyone before I could slot him. Distraction it would be. Before I could, a voice came over the PA. "CIA spy. We have your friends here. Come in if you want to spare them."

Brilliant.

I cocked my pistol, since the assault rifle would've definitely given me away, and stepped out. I lucked out. The guards had turned around at the sound of the PA. I managed to get clean headshots, and they went down. I neared the door. Then the voice spoke again.

"Open the door. Whoever is outside. Or we shoot your friends." I heard some muffled yells. And something that sounded rather offensive towards that guy and his manhood said in a distinct Brit accent. Good old Ghost. I opened the door.

The 141 had been forced down. There were 12 guys with the assault rifles. "Well, the last member has arrived." one of them said. I thought I detected a slight American accent in that Russian. Interesting.

The man, kept walking and said to me "You've caused us a lot of trouble, and now you shall pay."

"You got bollocks for brains mate? There's no CIA agent here!" Soap said. The unknown guy's eyes flashed maliciously. "No agent? Then I suppose he won't have a problem if I hurt someone?" With that he grabbed Roach; and shot him in the thigh. Hats off to Roach that he didn't scream. Obviously he was in pain. But he didn't scream. The man didn't hesitate. He pulled the trigger again, and this time it hit Roach in the stomach. The kid couldn't keep in his yell this time. "Well. I suppose I can kill him." The man said, crouching down and put the gun to Roach's head. "Wait." I said. I couldn't let Roach die for me. "I'm the agent." The man turned with a smirk. "I knew the spy would break. Although, I suspected it would be a man". I could feel the 141's accusatory glares on me; well, except Prophet. He knew about it, so he just looked at the ground. But it didn't matter. I'd saved Roach. That was what was important. The kid was alive

The guy with the gun smirked. Then he turned around and pointed his gun at Roach. "NO!" I yelled jumping at him. There was a bang. And then the guy fell to the ground. Gunfire started again. I saw the CIA strike team, David and Harper in the lead come charging in. In a few seconds they had taken down the targets. One of the team members ran over to Roach and started working on him. The rest of them started freeing the 141. Me, I was completely freaking out. I had no clue how the 141 would react. No doubt they'd be pissed. Ah fuck. Soon enough, the 141 were free. The medics had managed to get the slugs out of Roach, and he was lying on the ground, breathing easy. I guess they'd saved his ass. Sadly, they couldn't save mine. The silence and tension lingered for a moment. Then Harper came up to me. "Genevieve. We've gotta go." I looked at the 141, and except Prophet, who knew, and Roach, who was passed out, I saw nothing but anger, hurt but mostly surprise on their faces. "Lass, tell me he was just acting on fucked intel." Soap said, with obvious hope in his voice. I shook my head "Sorry Scotland. I am with the CIA. I was sent here as my assignment." I saw the hope in Soap's eyes fade. Behind him, the 141's faces changed too. Price shook his head, with his know it all expression, and the rest of the group's eyes hardened. I was no longer their friend, or sister in arms; I was just a Shadow. My code name, was all I was in their eyes. I brought my eyes to Ghost. His mask was on, but his sunglasses were off. I saw the pain, and anger burning in his eyes. His eyes were scarier than looking down the barrell of a M4.

I stepped towards the 141, and Ghost growled. "Go. Genevieve. Go back. And leave us alone. This is no place for a god damned spy. Get the fuck off my base". He turned around and stormed off, followed shortly by Price and Soap and the rest of soldiers. Archer turned back, hoping I would say its not true, but I didn't; so he walked on. I turned around with tears in my eyes. I knew I had no choice. I couldn't just let Roach die. The Bug was a brother to me. I followed Harper silently, my thoughts killing me. I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, hoping for Ghost, but I saw Prophet. "Genevieve", he said extending his hand. I took it, and he pulled me into a tight hug that I reciprocated. We pulled apart. "Oh, and the Bug woke up and told me to tell you he is really glad you stepped in when you did." I allowed myself a small smile. At least someone was glad I did what I did. I walked to the helipad.

And then I was on the helicopter.

The 141 base fell into the distance.

A/N: I want to thank SMakarov for being my beta reader. Hope you like this. Read and Review. Cheers!