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Chapter 11

Malloy and Price stared at each other for a while with MacTavish and Ghost still looking confused. After a few seconds, Malloy and Price burst out laughing and hugged each other tightly with Price raising Malloy from the ground and spinning. They finally stepped away from each other still smiling.

"So you were the prisoner huh?" asked Malloy looking at the rags he was wearing.

Price nodded, "Yes, but right now all I want to know is what you are doing here in the UK."

"We will talk after you change. What were you doing in my room/office?"

"This is my room lass."

"Don't worry Price we'll find you another room," said MacTavish. "In the meantime let me find you some clothes."

They all went to the mess hall for dinner after Price had taken a shower and changed into cameo pants and green shirt with the usual boonie hat. Everybody looked up from their food staring at them as they entered.

"Ladies, I would like you to meet someone. This is Captain John Price, he may look old but I think he has still got it in him," joked Malloy.

"He was my Captain years ago. Well, he still is," smiled MacTavish.

"He's the prisoner in the gulag that the 141 has rescued earlier today. Price, this is my team, Sergeants Daniels and Allen, Private Collins, Sergeant First Class Petrov and my right-hand man Lieutenant Williams."

They all stood up and saluted the Captain.

"As you were," said Price and then turned to Malloy, "they're disciplined."

"Very," laughed Malloy.

They sat down and ate dinner together and afterward they all went to the rec room to relax before going to bed except for Ghost, MacTavish, Price, Malloy, and Williams. MacTavish took out cigars of the brand Villa Clara's and offered one to Price which he gladly took.

"Don't tell me he got you hooked up on those?" asked Malloy.

"They're smooth," replied MacTavish. "You can't deny that the old man has a taste."

Malloy offered cigarettes to Williams and Ghost and they took one. There was a cloud of smoke engulfing them and after a while Ghost spoke.

"How did you two meet?" asked Ghost.

"It's a funny story actually," smiled Price looking at Malloy who started laughing. "About ten years ago, the Delta Force and the S.A.S. were working together with the objective of eliminating a terrorist, Wazir Abboud. Her father was part of the force and was staying in the UK at that time; we were training together. One day, I see Gaz dragging a teenage lass by her arm. She had short light brown hair and evil green eyes."

"They weren't evil!" said Malloy.

"They were angry then," said Price mockingly. "Gaz told me that he had caught her sneaking around the base. I asked her what the bloody hell she was doing there and she replied that her father had promised her that they were going out that day. A few moments later I saw Charles Malloy jogging towards us with a confused look on his face."

He paused to inhale his cigar, everyone listening closely slumping on their chairs.

"I remember the words exactly asking her, 'Lisa, what the hell are you doing here?'" Price paused for a moment and asked Malloy, "How did you manage to get into the base?"

"I sneaked in from the side and moved from a hanger to another to keep hidden," replied Malloy exhaling a puff of smoke.

"So that's where you officially met?" asked MacTavish.

"Yes," replied Malloy. "We met again when I entered the army; we were sent on a mission together."

"You were spraying bullets all over the place," laughed Price. "I trained her in CQB when she was still in the UK, only 16-years-old."

"Yeah, and it got me in trouble when a girl at Uni called me a loser and I tackled her into the floor and punched her in the face," said Malloy.

"I was right when I said you were a violent lass," said Price smiling.

"She got worse," said Williams earning a push from Malloy.

"From which branch are you Lieutenant?"

"The Marine Corps, sir."

"I knew someone from there. Staff Sergeant Griggs, you knew him?"

"Oh yes," sighed Williams. "He was dating my sister."

"Wait, you are Tamara's sister?!" exclaimed Price and Williams nodded. "How is she?"

"She's back in the States training new recruits. How do you know her sir?"

"Griggs wouldn't stop talking about her. They were sent to search and neutralize Al-Asad, she was one of the few lucky ones to escape the nuclear attack."

Williams nodded and smiled sadly and there were a few moments of silence

"Before, you said that you both of you thought that you were dead," said MacTavish, "what happened?"

Price and Malloy sighed at this remembering at what had happened years back.

"Two days before Operation Kingfish, Lisa was sent on a mission in Afghanistan," said Price.

"We were sent to collect Intel with regards to a potential ally of Kingfish. That is all we knew at that time," said Malloy. "My team and I were led by Lieutenant Jackson and our objective was to search building by building in a small town with me covering their six. However, it did not go smoothly as we walked straight into a trap. The building we were in was rigged to blow. When it exploded, I was separated from my team and a pile of rubble collapsed on me. I was unconscious; the team could not get to me from the other side and thought I was K.I.A. when they did not hear from me."

"So they left you there?" asked Ghost.

"They did not have much choice, the local militia was closing in and they had to push forward."

"Suddenly, I got a call from Charles telling me his daughter was killed during a mission," sighed Price, "and that the funeral was going to be the same day we would have left for the mission."

"I'm offended you did not attend my funeral Price," joked Malloy.

"How did they know you were still alive then?" asked MacTavish confused.

"They knew because two days later I woke up underneath a fine layer of rubble. I was weak, disoriented and had a broken leg. I went for my radio and tried to contact base with the little strength I had left. When I had finally managed to contact someone the idiot thought it was a joke. I gave him my security number and finally realized that I was telling the truth. He told me, 'soldier, your funeral is happening right now.' I told him to send a Goddamn rescue team and they finally did and I saw my father leading it."

"I'm guessing that when you went back home your father told you that I had been killed during a mission," said Price and Malloy nodded.

"Now, we're all united together again," said Ghost.

"All with one objective," continued MacTavish.

"Kill Makarov," they all said together.

"That son of a bitch," added Williams and they all smirked.

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