[ON HOLD] War without Honor | A Call of Duty Modern Warfare Fanfiction

Chapter 9-Task Force 141

[August 1st,2016]

Natalie Price stands in the planning room, her waist-length brown hair is in a ponytail. Her prideful blue eyes pierce the soul of whoever she looks at. She looks more mature then she did before, now having a strong jawline and muscle in her body. On her black uniform are two patches, on her left arm is the British flag, on her right arm is a patch and a Major's insignia.

General Shepherd, stands next to Natalie, his black beret covering most of his grey hair. On his left arm is an American flag, on his right arm is a Lieutenant General's Insignia.

"We are the most powerful military force in the history of man. Every fight is our fight.Because what happens over here, matters over there. We don't get to sit one out. Learning to use the tools of modern warfare is the difference between the prospering of your people, and utter destruction."

Major Price, Captain Mactavish, General Shepherd, and other soldiers were in the room together. The Task Force 141 is inbound. The world is on the brink of the war, and the Ultranationalists are on the loose.

"Alright Gentlemen," Major Price spoke up, "We can't give you freedom. But we can give you the know how to acquire it. And that, my friends, is worth more than a whole army base of steel. Sure it matters who's got the bigger stick, but it matters a hell of a lot more who's swinging it. This is the time for heroes. A time for legends. History is written by the victors. Let's get to work."

The men nodded, and Soap suppressed his smirk as he looks at the young woman.

"Price would be proud," He thinks to himself.

He watches as Natalie plans future operations with Shepherd and Barkov, putting in his own valuable input when required. The effective operations seamlessly come together.

Numerous operations are planned for the 141, Each of the four soldiers leading a few of the operations, all of which have one goal: Kill Makarov.

As Natalie leaves the planning room, Shepherd walks next to her. "I need to see you in my office, again." He lowers his voice so only she can hear.

"Yes Sir." Her voice sounds stern, but not commanding like it was before. She sees Shepherd step into his office, shutting the door behind him.

Captain Mactavish glances at the two, he instantly notices that Natalie's face suddenly looks paler then normal.

Natalie gives Soap a silent nod before she promptly turns and steps into Shepherd's office.

"Something's off," Soap mutters.

Soap returned to his room that he shared with Nat, deep in thought. He had lead so many search parties with her to find Price, to no avail. He couldn't bring himself to think that Price was dead, but it certainly wasn't impossible. He sat on his bed and tried to relax, running his fingers through his brown warhawk-styled hair.

The door opening and closing hours later startled him a bit,but he calmed down seeing Natalie.

"Hey Lassie" He looks up at her, teasing her a bit with the nickname.

She mumbled, "Hey." Before she took off her uniform jacket and threw it on a nearby chair. Underneath she wore a plain black shirt. She still looks pale, which worried the Scotsman.

"Nat?" He looks at her again, concerned about her.

"Yea?" She sat down on her bed,which is across the room from his.

"You alright?" He sits up, his heavy accent can easily be heard. "Ya look pale"

She just shrugs and nods, not making eye contact. Mactavish got up and walked across the room and sat near her on her bed,

"There's something you're not telling me, Lassie."

"I'm fine, really." She tries to assure him.

"You know I care so much about you." He gently kisses her, wrapping his arms around her.

"I love you John..." She says softly and kisses him back, resting her hands on his chest.

He smiled softly, kissing the top of her head. "I love ya too."

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  Two new recruits stepped into the gates of the Task Force 141 headquarters, the two men looked around in disbelief. Everything was unfamiliar, yet comforting. They watched as soldiers practiced in the shooting range, threw knives, chatted and drank beer.

"Welcome to the 141." Lieutenant General Shepherd says as he approaches the men with Natalie by his side, her head held high and her eyes filled with pride.

"Thank you sir, it's an honor." A man with a Ghost Balaclava and a British accent with piercing blue eyes spoke as he salutes.

"Thank you as well sir." The second man with blond hair and brown eyes with a British accent chimes in as he salutes.

Shepherd says, "At ease." Before he continues speaking to Natalie," Major Price, these are you're recruits: Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley," He notions to Ghost, "and this is Sergeant Gary 'Roach' Sanderson."

"Understood Sir," She says to Shepherd, glancing at Ghost and Roach. Shepherd then returns to his office inside the base.

She outstretched her hand, "I'm Major Price, and as General Shepherd said I will be training you."

Ghost and Roach shook her hand, "It's an honor ma'am." Ghost spoke up, while Roach saluted.

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"These new recruits are doing well, Ghost almost beat my record," She says with a laugh at the end to Soap.

Soap sorted papers in his desk, "A lieutenant almost beat Natalie Price's record?" He says with a smirk.

"The FNG almost beat Natalie Price's record?"

Natalie rolled her eyes and smiled, "Yea yea, Knock it off Mactavish."

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Ghost and Roach sit together in their shared room. Roach asked Ghost a question, "So what's your story?"

Ghost sighed and replied, "I was taken when I was a baby and my 'Father' was abusive. He brought animals back home and taunted me with them, and he forced me to kiss a snake and tried to kill me with it. When my 'younger brother' Tommy got older, he would always wear a skull-mask at night to scare me, and do other dumb shit like that."

Roach listened and replied,"Do you remember your real parents?"

"I found out my real mother died when I was nine from Cancer, and I had a little sister, but I don't remember them."

Roach sincerely says, "I hope you find your sister."

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[Six Hours Before]

"You needed to see me, Sir?" Natalie stepped inside Shepherd's office.

"Yes," Shepherd stood up from his desk, "Shut the door."

She let out a shaky breath as she reached behind her to shut the door.

He stepped towards her, "You know what I want."

"No..." She took a step back, her back hitting the wall.

He slammed his hand above her head, causing her to nervously glance up at him. His other hand went to her throat and he yanked her into a kiss.

"Stop-" She tries to push him away, now starting to panic.

He forces her into another kiss, his grip on her throat tightening until she was struggling to breathe. She hated the feeling of his calloused hands on her. She tried to fight back, starting to get weaker as there was almost no oxygen coming into her lungs.

"It'll be worse for you if you struggle." His hands starting to unbutton her jacket, "You know this."

Her heart dropped when she heard him lock the door.

Not again.