Author's Note: Here is Chapter 10!

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Chapter 10

The E.T.F. was having a hard time to wake up the next morning. Allen woke up to the sound of Collins throwing up.

"You ok in there?" asked Allen concerned.

"Yeah, I'm-" started Collins and threw up again.

"If you have to throw up at least keep it down!" shouted Red from the other room.

They only occupied two rooms from the whole barracks and they shared a bathroom between them. Collins was not feeling well; she is not used to drinking and she was too enthusiastic the night before.

Daniels entered the bathroom from the other room and saw Collins bent down clutching the toilet. She grabbed a moist towel and ran it across her face and neck to cool her down.

"If you're not feeling well, you'd better skip training. Malloy would understand," said Daniels holding the towel on her neck.

"I'm fine I just need to get it out of my system that's all."

"I think you got it all out daragaya (dear)," said Red from the other room. 

"Let's get dressed and go to the mess hall to eat something before training," said Allen changing into track pants and a t-shirt.

They all changed, did their hair and dragged their feet to the mess hall. Malloy and Williams were already there; the former was reading a book and sipping tea while the latter was having a sandwich. They grabbed some food and sat next to them.

"Good morning ma'am," said everyone.

"Morning," they replied back. Malloy lowered her book and saw them sit down. "Collins, you look like shit. What happened?"

"She was our alarm this morning," said Red, "she threw up."

"That sucks," said Williams noticing how pale she was.

Malloy got up and went to fetch some tonic water from the fridge. "Here," she said placing it in front of Collins, "drink this and don't eat too much; keep light."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Collins weakly.

When they finished from eating, they proceeded outside and saw the 141 doing push-ups across the base with MacTavish scribbling down on his clipboard.

"We're going to take it easy today. We'll start with a light jog, do some sit-ups, push-ups and finish at the shooting range. You then have the evening off as you traveled all day yesterday," said Malloy. "Start jogging; I'm going to inform the Captain that we will be using the shooting range later on."

Malloy started jogging towards MacTavish who was talking to Roach.

"Good morning ma'am," said Roach.

"Good morning gentlemen," said Malloy. "Captain, would it be a problem if we used the shooting range later today?"

MacTavish looked at his watch and said, "We'll use it now so that we can switch later."

She thanked him and went back to her team. They continued jogging around the open area and then stopped and continued to stretch. They were all sweaty and huffing and proceeded to do some sit-ups.

"Ok team, let's do some push-ups," said Malloy walking around them.

They turned around slowly on the floor to do some push-ups. Collins was going down from the waist rather than the shoulders.

"What the hell are you doing soldier? Are you humping the floor or doing push-ups?" Malloy shouted at Collins.

"M-ma'am?" she stuttered.

Malloy put her foot on her shoulders and pushed her so that she would go down from her shoulders instead. After a while, she noticed that Collins was getting weaker.

"Get up and go wait for us at the range."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"You shouldn't have forced her to train Malloy," said Williams watching Collins as she walked away.

"Exercise is good for the body," smiled Malloy.

They went to the shooting range and the 141 were still there. They saw Collins sitting on the floor waiting.

"We won't be long," said Ghost.

"It's ok, we'll wait," said Williams.

"All yours ladies," said Ozone winking at Malloy and MacTavish slapped Ozone at the back of his head with his clipboard.

"Show some respect to your superior," he said.

"I apologize, ma'am," said Ozone rubbing his head and Malloy just nodded, she wasn't in the mood for silly games.

"I'm sorry Captain. I told you that sometimes they're worse than children," said MacTavish.

"It's ok Soap," smiled Malloy.

They all grabbed M4A1s and started shooting down the targets. Later, they switched to their side-arm, double tapping the targets until Malloy told them to go get some rest. Collins started walking when she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around finding Malloy smiling at her.

"Not you Collins, we're going to run some more."

At that, Collins' feelings of finally getting some sleep shattered. She followed her Captain to the open area and started jogging together.

The other soldiers went to take a shower and went to the rec room to relax. The 141 was there relaxing after training as well.

"Where are the Captain and Collins?" asked Archer.

"They are still running out there," replied Red. "When Malloy sees you weak, she will treat you worse."

"In other words, she can be a real bitch," said Daniels. "I still respect her though."

"Isn't it a bit dangerous?" asked Toad.

"She does it on purpose. It happened to me once; I had the flu and the only thing I was thinking about was staying in bed," said Allen sitting down on the couch near Roach. "However, all that training when I was sick helped me on the battlefield. I was separated from the team once and was shot in my shoulder as I was proceeding to the exfil point. I felt weak and the only thing I was hearing was Malloy's voice shouting through my earpiece to get my ass over there ASAP. She can be a bitch but if it wasn't for her extreme training, I do not think I would have made it."

"I guess there's a reason behind her madness," said Roach and they laughed.

"I guess you're right Roach."

They all jumped and turned around watching Malloy with a book in her hand and went to make some tea.

"Anybody wants some tea?" she asked and they all shook their head. They were pretty quiet for the rest of the evening and they finally went to sleep. Malloy went to check on Collins and saw that she was fast asleep and ok. 'I may be a bitch,' she thought, 'but I do it for their own good and that's what matters the most regardless of what they think about me.'

A few days have passed and the 141 and the E.T.F. were getting along well. The ladies have settled in and have become confident in the surroundings. Apparently, Makarov went off the grid; he probably suspected that his suppliers were being targeted after eliminating Ferelli. In a way, it's better this way so that the Task Forces can build better relationships with each other.

Most of the soldiers were eating some breakfast before starting their training routine. They were talking about random things and telling jokes. Everyone in the mess hall fell silent when Malloy entered soaked from head-to-toe with blue slime mixed with water, her boots squeaking as she walked towards them.

"Ok, who did this?" she asked trying to sound calm. Nobody replied; they just stared at her. The men looked more frightened as they saw the blue slime dripping on the floor.

"Let me put it another way; if you do not tell me who did this, I will make you run the whole base five times!" she shouted and calmed herself before saying, "Let's try this again; who did this?"

"It was Red ma'am," said Allen.

"You traitor!" whispered Red and Allen shrugged.

Malloy took out her side-arm and pointed it at Red. MacTavish and Ghost started standing up cautiously not knowing what's going to happen next. Red's eyes got wider as she saw the gun pointed at her.

"I'm going to give you a 3-second head-start," said Malloy.

"I'm sorry I didn't-"

"Three," started Malloy counting and Red sprinted out of the room shouting. "Two," she continued calmly loading her weapon, "one. I'm coming for ya!" and she ran outside chasing Red.

"Red's doomed," said Daniels drinking her orange juice.

"Totally," agreed Collins eating her scrambled eggs.

The men all stared in disbelief not knowing if this was normal or not.

"Is Red going to be ok?" asked Ghost.

"I don't know," started Williams casually, "maybe it's her lucky day and Malloy won't kill her." As she said that, there were gunfire sounds and continued, "Or maybe not."

"I'll keep in mind not to get on Malloy's bad side," shuddered Roach.

Worm walked in and informed the 141 that they have a mission and to proceed for debriefing by General Shepherd leaving the ladies alone. Williams suggested going outside and stretch until Malloy and Red come back.

The Captain came back clean and wearing new clothes and Red went farthest away possible from her still afraid that she might do something to her.

"Where are the guys?" asked Malloy searching the area.

"They have a mission; they've been called for debriefing," replied Williams.

Soon after, they saw a Little Bird landing and the 141 all geared up walking towards it. MacTavish jogged near Malloy to inform her about the mission.

"Captain, we have a mission to extract a prisoner from a Gulag whom we think have a connection with Makarov. However, we have to destroy a SAM site from a nearby oil rig. There's no time to explain, I'm here to inform you that we may be gone for a long time."

"Thank you for informing me Soap. Good hunting," said Malloy and MacTavish tapped on her shoulder, gave her a thumbs-up and smiled as he turned back and boarded the Little Bird.

It was half-past four in the afternoon when the Captain decided they take the evening off. She was not in the mood to work so she went to the rec room and started watching some TV with the rest of her squad. They were flipping through the channels when they saw a comedy and decided to watch that.

"Hey guys, looks like the 141 were successful in their mission; they're back," said Allen looking out of the window.

"We'll bombard them with questions later," said Red her face against the window anxious to know who the prisoner was.

Malloy looked at her watch, "I'm going back to my room and do some paperwork. I'll see you later for dinner."

She walked back to her quarters hearing everyone fidgeting in their rooms. They were probably changing after their mission. As she approached her room she saw the door ajar. She became suspicious as she always closes the door behind her. She opened it slowly and silently and saw a man wearing rags flipping through her papers. However, she couldn't see his face as he was giving his back to her. Malloy pulled her side-arm slowly and approached the man without making a sound. She pointed the gun at the back of his head.

"Don't move," she said calmly and the man froze, "don't even breathe. Put the papers slowly on the desk and put your hands up."

He put the papers down and put his hands up slowly. In a split-second, the man turned and went for Malloy's gun disarming her and tackling her to the ground. With the impact, the gun slid away and the man punched her in the face. She blindly went for his throat and rolled so that he would be under and punched him but the man kneed her in the stomach making her groan with pain.

In the next room, MacTavish and Ghost froze.

"Did you hear that?" asked Ghost confused.

"Aye, it's coming from Malloy's room," replied MacTavish worried both grabbing their guns and ran to her room.

They entered the room their guns pointed at the two figures struggling on the floor.

"Price, what the hell are you doing?" shouted MacTavish.

"Price?!" asked Malloy in disbelief as she laid there on the floor with Price clutching at her throat. He looked down at her looking shocked, releasing her immediately.

"Lisa?" asked Price with his eyes wide.

They both got up slowly and stared at each other.

"I thought you were dead," said Price softly.

"I thought you were dead!" exclaimed Malloy.

"You two know each other?!" asked Ghost.

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