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witch-oftheflowers · 2 days

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Does it hurt?

Ximena Riley x 141 Task Force

AN: OH get ready. Here comes some angst. This will get dark and emotional. So get ready ~

Masterlist This leads to events

Dim lights filled the space. A small confined room. A single chair in the middle. And a single person. A woman.

Her curls swept forward as she leaned in. Her hands bind behind her, and she softly was breathing. Trying to keep herself awake. Her deep brown eyes scanning around as she gave a small tug on the rope. She almost got it off.

But the door spilled open, letting the hallway lights flutter in. Her eyes linger to the door and the large pair of boots coming in. Gentle even, which the past few weeks it hasn't been like that.

"Ximena... Come on Lass just give us what we want." The voice was stern but trying to be gentle. A soft scoff left her lips as she shut her eyes.

"I told you what I know John... And I'll keep repeating what I know is true. I didn't betray you lots." Ximena stated as she scoot back in her seat. Her curls cascading down her shoulders and down the back of the chair. Her feet were tied apart. Knowing she can get out most holdings.

Price had a force thin smile. Rubbing a hand through his beard as he walked around her

"Anything. Give me anything Ximena. We have a faithful resource that said otherwise" he stopped behind her for a second. Softly yanking her curls back.

Snapping her head back as she winced in the pain. Her eyes snapped to him as she growled

"let go-"

"You need to give us something. We don't wanna hurt you anymore Ximena!" He shoved her head away as she groaned a bit.

"Then hurt me! I don't care!" Her voice was a bit hoarse. She felt the pain internally but as a trained soldier she never needed to show it.

She couldn't, it was a liability. It could risk her life, even now with those she loves. Her eyes stuck to the floor as she frown. A deep sadness in her eyes as she shut them.

Don't give in. Don't give in. Don't do it-

The door opened again and shut. Price went quiet as he stared at the larger man. A man he was hoping to not see.

"Ghost-"

"Let me at 'er Capt. I need a go...." His gravely voice was a bit softer. But the edge was clear. Even Ximena felt it as she sat back in her seat. Her posture corrected as she glanced to the man she loves.

Worse part was during all of this. She wasn't mad. She was just saddened by the leading events that lead to this.

Some damn bastard...

Her thoughts trailed as she didn't noticed Price left them be. Her eyes softly shook as she gazed down to the floor. No. No. Don't leave me with him...

His steps were calm. Walking towards her as he yanked her head up. Her eyes tried to stay stuck below her, but his warm hands forced to her look up. Softly he squished her cheeks as he forced her lips to pout.

"Speak up. That's all you havta do..."

"Never. Because there's nothing to say!" She spat at him as she yanked her face away. Glancing to the side as she noticed the torture tools in the room. All littered with her blood by now.

Her breathing became a bit shallow as she sighs. Trying to keep her emotions in line-

Ghost yanked a fist full of her curls as he knealt to her height. His brown eyes bore into hers. The mass wave of sadness and frustration painted his eyes.

"I need ya to say something. Anything. I do not wanna hurt you Ximena-"

"If you don't get the right thing you want. It'll lead to getting hurt more... So no." She told him with determination in her face.

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After viscous hours of pain and torment. Ximena's face was bruised and beat up. Blood was dripping down her face. Feeling her cheeks swell and her eye sight blur.

Cuts litter her exposed body. Her blood was splatter on the floor.

Ghost himself was litter with it even.

The door burst open. And a rookie coming in huffing, spoke up. Ghost was close to ringing him out till the words echoed in the quiet room.

"She's... Not the traitor..." He said as he stared at the two.

"There was no traitor..." He said as he noticed the pair stiff.

Ximena's eyes shook as she processed this. Her head rolled back as the blood loss caught up to her. She stayed stump in the chair as her body lost consciousness

Ghost stared at the rookie with blinded rage

"You're fucken kidding?! You ot to be fucken kidding me right now!" He roared the words as the rookie left the room. His breathing became labor, harsh and brittle even.

"you're ...fucken..." He let a sigh out as he ran his gloves hands over his face. Starting to feel terrible. He glanced to his wife with concern.

He did this

Did

This

The realization hit him like bricks. He was a terrible soldier. He tortured an innocent person.

He harmed his wife.

His other half. And worse he didn't believe her for a second. Not a second through the months of this rigours process.

Doubted

Her

For

Months

The words swirled in his head as he shut his eyes tight.

How could he fix this. Them. Their relationship. Their family. Their everything-

The door opened again as his thoughts were going a million miles a minute. And Laswell stared at the two. Her eyes shook a bit as she got the medics in to take Ximena away for treatment. Once it was just Ghost and her she walked over to the younger man as she touched his arm.

He flinched as he stared to the short woman. His eyes glazed as he wanted to cry. But he was forcing himself to keep it together.

"Laswell..." He whispered her name as the older woman gave him a soft smile

"You couldn't have known.. none of us did.. well besides her.." she said as she noticed Ghost flinch at the last bit.

"She was right... She's 'ways right ya know.."

"Usually she yes. But we didn't see it.. come on.." she escorted him out as she lead him to Price's office.

The trio sat and spoke. Even Ghost yanked the mask off as it felt constricting in the moment.

His blonde hair was buzzed short. As he processed the findings. His brown eyes bore to his boots as he felt stiff.

Yet his chest was pounding. Feeling his heart spike as he was still flooded with the pain and memories of her face. Of what he did to her.

Price was calm as he tried to pull the man out of it.

"Simon look at me-" he said as he got around his desk. On his knees as he stared to the already broken man.

"We couldn't have known..."

"But she did John." He said as he didn't look up. Besides he shut his eyes. Feeling uneased

"The person that gave us these details is being detained. They won't be out till we know why they picked her." Kate said as she stared at the two men

John sighs as he pat Simon on his knees

"Look at me."

Simon blinked a bit as he finally met eye to eye to his captain. His friend.

"She'll be fine.. have a speedy recovery. She's a tough girl- she's gone through a lot worse physically..."

"But we hurt her John. We. Her team. Her family. We broke her 'rust, we broke her. I BROKE HER." He roared the last bit as he didn't realize the hot tears drip down his cheeks.

But Price did. And Laswell. The pair felt sympathy in the moment. They didn't wanna ignore the mental damage this could cause

"Of course we did.. physically and mentally.. that was us. Mentally she might take longer. She'll need longer Simon. But we'll be here with you both every damn step of the way if we must. Because you two are family.." John said firm but clear. Making his and Laswells, along with the Task Force intentions clear.

They'll be there every step of the way.

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When Ximena woke up. Her curls were pulled into braids. Tucked over her chest.

Her eyes stung a bit. Realizing she was out for a while then -

Glancing around she was alone. It was also dark outside. Middle of the night more likely. Her hands squeezed a bit as she was checking her body.

Hands still moving. Her legs felt like sandbags, more likely from the pain medication they had to give her. Her feet sore even as she knew the needles she had in them for a few hours did some damage-

The room door open as a nurse came in. She blinked a bit as she spoke up.

"Mrs Riley... I'll inform the doctor you're awake. We have a bit to discuss with you ma'am..." She said as she slipped out a bit surprised the woman was up so early

Ximena groaned a bit as she laid there. Her body aching as she finally felt the pain her body had to endure.

She had cuts in so many places. She knew she looked like a tiger now, the bruises would go away slowly. Her nails would come back eventually- her eyes soften as she sighs. Remembering that they more likely seen her bare thigh at some point. The small carving she had on her thigh from Simon-

Where was Simon? Her kids? A bit of panic filled her chest as she tried to sit up. A groan left her dry lips as she whined. Forcing herself up from the stiff mattress. Her eyes hazed a bit as she heard the doctor gasp as they tried to get her back down. She waved her hands around as she didn't wanna lay anymore. She has sores all over her body from being in that stupid chair for three months-

Three months...

And her babies had to be three months old now. Her family-

Her eyes snapped open a bit later. Light beaming in, looking around she didn't realize she blacked out last night. A huff as she got up again. Sitting in the bed, but her eyes shifted to the sight besides her. Seeing Ghost in the chair. His brown eyes piercing into her as they finally made eye contact.

"Sim-"

"Please don't talk..." Ghost leaned forward as he was pondering how to speak. How to try and fix his mistakes. He didn't know if she'll forgive him or the team

"I'm.. not mad." She said as she got a chance before he spilled his guts. She knew what their job detailed. She knew that at any given moment it all could be swept away from them. Like the rug tugged out from underneath them. And when she was dragged into the interrogation room, it just made sense. Sadly she knew since Soap had been injured, the team didn't trust just anyone. And she was just someone that helped from time to time. Even if they've all broke bread together in her home.

Ghost stared at her for a second as he took in her words. He felt his mind spiral as he pressed his face into his palms. Leaning forward into the bed as he stared through the mask holes

"But we.. Ximena we did so much to you. Three months." He said as he felt his breathing quicken and panic rise

"But I get it.... We just.. Simon we could of lost Johnny. Anything or anyone can betray us.. and I get at the time you all believed I did something..." She said as she leaned forward. A groan left her lips as she felt the stitches on her stomach ache from the pressure

"I'm not mad... I'm not mad at any of you..." She repeated the words as she sighs. Bringing her hands over his as she knew he was close to a panic attack.

"I'm right here... Hey I'm right here. Simon miede.. look at me.." she whispered to him as he finally. Finally lifted his head up a tad, looking up to his wife. And she broke in that moment.

"I 'hought I lost ya... I 'hought I wasted years.. I believed you betrayed us. Our family. Our promise..." His voice shakes, the hot tears streaming down. Soaking his mask as he pressed his face into her palms. Taking in her warm dainty hands.

"I'm sorry mamas... 'm so sorry.. I should of believed ya...I should of known you wouldn't..." He said as the pain raked over him. His shoulders slumped as he felt the weight slowly fading off his back.

Her eyes creased as she leaned in. Pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as she softly shook in his touch.

"I would never .. and I mean it, would never hurt you. Or this team.. we're a family.. we're all we have left." She whispered as she softly hums. Her eyes flicker to his. Trying to range his emotional state and well being.

"How are you?" She asked as she waited for him to response.

His eyes soften as he peer into hers. Softly his brain swirled with so many thoughts. Their family had to endure these past months. Their new born twins, their elder children. How her family was left out of the situation. How the team had to handle and deal with the consequences now.

He ran a hand over his mask as he sighs.

"Not well... 'he kids miss ya. 'm not gonna lie, I missed you. I don't know it's been a storm without mamas 'm not gonna lie... I lost myself a bit..." He whispered as if it was a sin. A sinister act that he had done, and knowing he was here now. Hand in hand with hers as he gave her scar hands a rub.

" 'M sorry love..." He whispered as he pressed a kiss through his mask. Softly giving her a few as he wanted to make up for his sins towards her.

She softly watched him, her brown eyes soften. A small flicker of light in them as she listened to his words.

"I'm probably crazy... I know most would be outraged or upset. Probably never talk to you lot every again...But don't blame ya... I can't, if something similar happened I would of done the same. More likely would have to either way..."

Her voice was soft as she looked down, she tapped her foot as she felt an odd normalcy

"Did they say when I can go home?"

"Mmm no.. John wanted speak to ya..." He said looking at her. He never let her hand go, not wishing to make another mistake again.

"Ok... That's fine then... I hope soon. I wanna see the kids..." She softly smiled to him as she beamed with joy. A soft light.

Ghost felt like his wife was an actual angel, and him the sinner in church that didn't deserve the attention.

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When she returned home. The kids surrounded her.

Her four tots were thrilled mommy was home. But she did look different.

Her leg had a wrap around it, on her thighs. Her curls were a bit shorter, mid back now no longer the hip length she worked for.

Her scar hands linger as she rubbed them over her sweet children's heads. Her body aches even as her eldest surrounded the thirty something woman.

Simon sighs as he swayed his kids off

" 'Lright tots, let mum breath. Go sit, 'M gonna help mum over."

The kids sigh and agree as they waddle into the living.

Ximena gripped his hand as he eased her into the house.

He knew she came back differently. Mentally and physically, she sighs a bit as they settled on the couch. The kids and her snuggles up as she softly felt peace creep inside her.

Simon sighs a bit as he was content with her finally being home. Feeling their home be full again, the light that was missing was brought back in.

And he knew that, along with his kids. He noticed the infants in their playpen as they were kicking and giggling. The little girls were excited as they heard their mums voice.

He went over and picked up the three months old twins. Bringing them over as he tucked them into his wife's arms.

"They missed you too..." He whispered as he knealt besides them. He glanced to his wife as he thought of her

She was his stars, the moon, and the sun all in one being. He sighs as he rest his head against her thigh.

The family felt complete now.

But sadly who knew how long it would take for them to heal. Or how this would effect the family structure they created.

Ximena knew one thing for sure. She missed three months of her children's lives.

Especially the twins she gave birth to. But only time could tell.

Months would pass since. And the family wasn't the same. Ximena softly spiral. Even had to go therapy since she was released.

She noticed she didn't have a bond with her twins. The girls seeking their father more often.

She felt terrible, like she was failing in life since she was released. Her curls framed her face as she sat on her bed. Softly sobbing as she didn't feel like herself anymore.

On the other side of the bedroom door. Simon leaned on it. Knowing it was his and his men's fault. They destroyed a very able woman. One that was once feared by many.

And turned her into a crumble of a woman. Now a shell of who she once was

And he knew. He softly created a monster of a woman. But not one to fear. One that feared others.

He saw the way she stared at him. Or the lads when they came over.

Soap was the only one she was close to now. Since he was injured during the time. He wasn't given the okay till she was released.

Both bonding over their trauma. Sadly for different reasons.

Simon slid down the door as he prayed

Prayed this wasn't the end of his beloved marriage. Along with his precious wife he had devoted all his time to. He prayed to whoever would listen.

He didn't want it to end like this-

Nor did she.

Both truly distraught over the relationship they had once. Where laughter was all the house was once filled with. Love and smiles was painted on the walls of the built home.

This home was created from scratch. Their relationship was crafted from time together. So much time together.

And tots that filled its halls. Because they had an undying love for the other. An undying devotion to each other.

But the strain on each other began.

Arguments were a bit frequent. Soft fights about the children and them going out on dates. And him being gone often for deployment.

It started to take a small toll. But they seemed normal on the outside.

But as the sobs filled their home. Thankfully no kids home. Just them in a broken house. A broken relationship. A broken home.

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deeptrashwitch · 19 hours

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A haunting past (pt.1)

Price was cursing as he was looking for any enemy hidden around the snowy landscape, Ghost was hurt because of a shot and they were trying to find a place to hide for a moment. They were so near to an enemy base that was only a matter of time until someone found them, it was dangerous to be outside for now. As they stopped near a pine Gaz and Soap checked Ghost's wound, he talked with Kate, praying for good news.

"Six to Watcher, you copy?" he asked without stopping looking around

"Here Watcher, send traffic" she said between the static of the line

"We need back up, 7-2 is wounded and we're low on ammo. I'm not sure how much more we can advance before we're spotted"

"...I know, I already talked with someone and back up should be on their way"

"Good to know, but why do you sound so disgusted, Watcher?"

"I don't...get along with their coordinator" Laswell hissed with frustration

"Alright, but this back up..."

"They're good and will bring a medic with them, just find a place to hide for now. I'll give them your location once your done, don't worry"

Like that they closed the line for now, and Price ordered Gaz to look for a place to hide near there. Meanwhile, Soap and him just helped Ghost to move while the Lieutenant murmured something with fury, trying to move on his own as well. Soon Gaz informed them about a little place near the pines, an old storage almost destroyed but with enough space and the roof intact enough to be a place to stay.

"Take us there" he said while the temperature went down a bit more

Soon they were there and Price started to treat a bit the wound, at least until the back up arrives. On the other hand Soap and Gaz were the guards for now, looking at the snow with the rifles up, almost waiting for an enemy to appear and start a shooting. They heard slightly how Watcher told the Captain that the back up had their location, and were two or three minutes away.

"Who do you think Watcher sent?" Soap asked with a sigh "she doesn't sound so happy about it"

"No idea, I never heard her talk with that much emotion" Gaz said with a side smile "but whoever it is, they are a bloody gem, don't you think?"

"Aye, maybe"

The minutes passed in absolute silence except for Ghost's growls, but the two Sergeants got tense for a moment. Both of them felt and heard something, steps followed by a stare that made their hair stand on end...but none of them saw anything. They stayed like that for a second, trying to figure out who or what was that, now feeling in danger.

As their breath turned to mist, this time they saw something, a little glow on the pine branches. They were just about to press the trigger, but Laswell's voice stopped them while she informed them that they were the back up. And like that, less than a minute after more steps were heard near there.

Eight figures appeared on the entrance of the old storage, all of them dressed with artic equipment and the only thing they could identificate was a patch embroidered in white. For a second, while the people stared at them, they swore that two of them felt familiar, but they weren't so sure.

In a second, one of them just walked inside with the hands in the air, then pointing to Ghost. They all looked each other for a second, but Price sighed and nodded when he saw the badge on his uniform as he left the space for the medic to work. For their surprise, it was just in matter of minutes that everything was done.

"The shot has an exit wound, and the old bandages kept the bleeding controled. We might be able to move at our normal pace" he muttered with a raspy voice while he treated the wound for the time being "but we need to go to the base soon, or to the evac point. I'm worried by a substance that could have entered the wound"

One of the figures nodded and made a sign to another, whom walked near the medic to help him with the stretcher to carry the British Lieutenant. Soon they started to walk again, with the second tallest person and one who just stared at them without a single sound basically disappearing into the snowy forest, leaving all of them there. They distributed with the two people carrying the stretcher in the center while the rest scorted them, everything in silence.

At the same time, Price notices how the tallest figure was talking with another one in whispers, then that second figure just started to talk to the radio. It gave him a bad feeling, but was unable to do anything, they had the advantage over them. That until they heard a buzzing that scared the shit out of them, and soon the line with Watcher went back to line.

"Shit! Six, a fighter has just left the enemy base!" she basically shouted "you're spotted!"

"Crap..." he murmured as he looked at Ghost with a chill going down his spine

"GET TO COVER IMMEDIATLY!" a woman shouted and that unknown team started to move in just seconds

In that moment, the 141 recognized the voice and got surprised to see her again, but went to cover anyways. They hid in the forest and behind big rocks, looking at the sky as they hold their breath. Soon they saw a shadow over the snow, just to hear how it crossed the sky in a second.

"A fucking F-16" another figure hissed, also revealing their identity "why this people have it?"

"Doesn't matter now" the woman said before going back to the radio "6-2, status"

"T-minus three minutes to arrive" a man's voice answered with confidence, but a little distorted

"I need you here in less"

"Then make it a minute, I'm on my way"

And just as said, a minute later, another fighter crossed the sky at such high speed that they just saw the shadow for a second. Soon after, a chase began between the two fighters, followed by some shots that fell in the snow. The snow dust made little clouds as the sound of the engines, louder enough to make the pines shake, filled the air.

The woman, the Captain, chuckled as she saw the chase through the telescopic sight of the rifle. She followed the sight of the fighter, which just did a manouver to avoid a shooting directed to his engines.

"That's the Eager I missed" she murmured, calling everyone attention

"That's Eager?!" the Lieutenant asked, surprised

"Did you think I brought him to the team just to transport us everywhere? C'mon, you know me better than that"

"Well, shit..."

For a second they stayed in silence, waiting for an answer, hearing the shots in the sky. And with an explosion, the F-16 fell wrapped in fire, far from them. Soon the F-15 appeared back on sight, heading back to the ally base as the Captain's radio cracked again with the pilot voice.

"Enemy down, going back" he said with a scoff "you better run, Six, I think they heard the explosion. The evac vehicle is in it's way, ten minutes. See you around, don't die, would ya?"

"Copy, on our way" she said with a smile under the mask "cheeky brat..."

"Figure it out, Cap. You knew I was like this from before!"

"How funny, idiot..."

From there it was just a couple of minutes until they arrived to the evac point, soon getting inside the helicopter to go back to the ally base where they were staying at. When they landed no one wasted time and the medics transported Ghost to the medic bay, all while the other team took off their helmets and masks, sighing. The 141 looked at the Captain and Lieutenant they met during the mission in Las Almas, but also the rest of the team.

The blonde man of the team was the medic, who just walked inside the bay with the helmet grabbed under his arm, murmuring something. Also another blue-eyed man went to talk with the tall man the saw before disappearing, laughing while they walked inside one of the offices buildings. Then other two of them, the shortest and a man who had a rifle packed into his back, bumped fists with a chuckle.

"I can't believe that really was Eager" the red-haired murmured with a smile, looking at the woman "that was weird"

"Ha! You didn't see him when we met!" she answered with a chuckle "when he's inside a fighter, it's like a complete different person"

"Not only that, but since when he knows how to fight like that?"

"Boy, he was in the 101st. And was a TOPGUN student, what did you expect?"

"He's a TOPGUN?!"

"I am, where did you think I get my nickname, sir?" Edward answered back into his usual attitude, but with his helmet also under his arm "the Captain knows the story"

"Yeah, I do" she said with a side smile "passed a long time since I saw you in a fighter"

"I know, this was good. The simulators aren't the same"

They talked for a second, then Alicia noticed a certain Scottish looking at them, and turned around to look at him.

"Is also good to see you, Soap!" she exclaimed with a raised eyebrow "but we can't read minds yet!"

"Sorry, I'm glad to see you again, Origin, Harlem" Soap muttered with an shy smile "thanks for that one"

"No worries, ah, he's one of our Sergeants. Call him Eager, he was the pilot who helped us earlier"

"Pleasure to meet you, Eager, thenks for the help" he said with a side smile "I'm Soap"

"The pleasure is mine, Soap" Edward said with a nod, looking at him as he evaluated him "I'm glad everything went well"

They talked for some hours, at least until Jackaon walked outside, calling the Captain with a raised eyebrow. She walked inside the bay, seeing how Price and Ghost were speaking, with the Lieutenant having a bandage around his chest. But anyway she went to talk with Jackson inside an office, hearing what he had to tell her, mostly about what was inside Ghost's pockets.

"An USB? What with it?" she asked, then Jackson showed her an archive in his tablet

"I sent it to Clover, he just sent me this" he muttered as she read "they found information about Six Aces. About Green Chamaleon"

"The routes they follow..." Alicia muttered as she read "they want to use the panamerican route from Colombia to arrive to Las Almas, from there to the US and we loose the hint after it"

"Las Almas, weren't Luke and you deployed there?"

"Yes, and if they tried to use the cartel routes, it can't be possible now. Alejandro is hunting the leader in Al-Mazrah as we speak, and Sergeant Mayor Parra is taking care of the cartel in the city"

"So the route is interrupted now, huh?" Jackson murmured, raising an eyebrow "by the way, Alejandro? Who's him?"

"...A Colonel, leader of Los Vaqueros, a unit from the Fuerzas Especiales. We worked together before the recent mission in Las Almas"

"Worked...right" he said before shaking his head "whatever, I was thinking about the route since I saw the map. If what you say is right maybe they'll use Navegantes to send everything directly to Europe"

"The harbour in São Pedro?"

"That one"

"I'll talk with Wraith, maybe she can make sure what irregularity belongs to Green Chameleon ships"

"I'll tell Luke if you need it"

"That would be useful, but why Price raided a base with this kind of intel? Mostly on this part of the world..."

"Becuase they didn't know the intel they would find. As far as I heard, they looked for information of a russian fugitive named Vladimir Makarov"

"That was the name of the man of that archives we found in Singapur" she whispered surprised

"At least I remember it correctly. Do you think...?"

"It's not impossible, it can give Makarov access to many resources. He wins a lot if he's allied with them" she commented with a hum "but what do they win helping Makarov?"

"Not sure, but maybe we can ask someone about it" Jackson stated as he took something from the table "Ghost had this in his pocket, apparently they found it inside. The name was scraped until it removed, but we have a nickname and a number carved in it"

Alicia took what Jackson offered, a pair of dog tags, and read the nickname. That was enough for her to get pale and her face to get filled of worry and fear, worrying the medic enough to think of sit her on a stretcher. She threw it back to the table, putting a hand over her face while taking deep breaths.

"Captain? What happened?" Jackson asked really worried "are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, I just...sorry"

"What is it? Do you know who this is? Are they alive?"

"...I know who this is, maybe too well" she whispered as she shook her head

"Can you talk with them?"

"You're doing it now" she muttered "Guardian...was my old nickname"

"Your old nickname...? Why it isn't anymore?"

"Long story, but that's not the point. We need to start investigating why Makarov is with Six Aces" she said after a second "I'll go and tell Wraith to give Watcher the intel about Makarov"

The medic looked at his Captain, but didn't say anything yet, just nodded. And when Alicia walked outside again, he wrote the number, curious, to look for it later. He was surprised and concerned about that reaction, something happened related to that nickname...maybe he could find something.

Meanwhile Alicia walked towards the office where Nicholas was, knocking the door. The comms expert looked at her, noticing how distracted she was, but just called her attention with a cough.

"Ah, sorry. Uh, is Wraith on the line?" she questioned with a sigh

"Yes ma'am, do you need...?"

"I need to talk with her, alone"

"...I'll go with Francis then, call me when you finish" he said, giving her an earphone, smiling a bit "I hope everything goes alright, Captain, you seem tired"

She nodded before letting him exit the room, then putting on the earphone to talk with the agent.

"Alicia?"

"I have news, bad ones"

"How bad?"

"Someone inside Six Aces knows about what happened in Angola. They got my old dog tags and I'm sure that's not the only thing"

"Oh shit. Maybe are they the same who got that archive? The one about the 267?"

"I don't know, but someone knows about it. And maybe they have links with Vladimir Makarov, whom just escaped prision"

"I have heard of him, Watcher told me. Is he allied with Six Aces?"

"We're not sure, but considering we raided a base of Six Aces and found intel about Makarov, while Price found that kind of intel..."

"Well you have a point there, I'll look for it. We might need to talk when you arrive here again"

"Hmm"

"Alicia, what will you do once you get Green Chamaleon or Black Swan?"

"After knowing this information? I'll interrogate them on my own terms, trust me...you definitely will get the information about everything"

"Alright, and what about your history? What will you do? Are you gonna tell them?"

"Not yet, when we have a confirmation...maybe then I'll tell them"

"Do it before they learned from someone else"

"...I know, I know"

"I'm sorry Alicia, this should've stayed buried"

"No"

"What?"

"Don't feel sorry, maybe finally I'll found who sold my soldiers and caused this"

"And then?"

Alicia didn't answered, just took off the earphone and called Nicholas through radio, leaving the room again. Meanwhile, Dominique sighed while she cut the comms, asking herself if this could go over Alicia's edge and do what those two weeks didn't. The agent looked the archive over the office table, there was...nothing yet, just many no-end streets.

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