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Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

Malloy was in her room studying some documents and trying to figure out the connection between them. She realized that she needed some signatures from Ghost and Soap.

'I fuckin' hate paperwork,' thought Malloy angrily.

She still did not manage to find out who this F. Castro was; no hint of this individual's identity. The Major was at a loss as well; everyone's doing their best to find out. This individual had purchased armament the same days as Makarov.

'That's what we need, another damn enemy.'

Her phone started ringing and she sighed hoping someone would save her from this boredom.

"Hello."

"Lisa, it's your father."

"Dad?" she asked confused. "How can I help you?"

"I am at your base at the moment. I need to talk to you; can you go outside please because I am lost here."

"Coming; just keep going further into the base. I'll see you soon."

She hung up, straightened herself and took a last look at the mirror making sure that her uniform, the standard US Army attire, was neat and went outside to wait for a military vehicle with her father in it. After a few minutes, she saw a vehicle approaching and stopped near her. A man got out wearing a green uniform with military decorations attached to his left side of his chest and four stars on his shoulders. He looked smart and had fearless light green eyes, a soft face and a light brown mixed with a grey mustache. The hair which was showing under the green beret matched the color of his mustache.

"Sir, welcome to the base," saluted Malloy.

"As you were. Come here honey, give your old man a hug," he said opening his arms smiling.

Malloy smiled and hugged her dad. "It's been too long. What brings you down here?"

"America is in trouble," he said in a serious voice.

Malloy's eyes got wider. "Thank God we stayed here then. Before we go to my office to discuss this further, I need to show you something."

As they were walking, Malloy spotted Williams jogging with Red.

"Hey Fox, have you seen the 141?" asked Malloy.

"They're in the rec room talking with the rest of the squad. Sir," saluted Williams, "it is a great pleasure to see you again."

"How are you Lieutenant?" saluted the General before turning to Red. "Who are you, soldier?"

Red saluted and said, "Sergeant First Class Alexandra Petrov sir."

"At ease," he said turning to Malloy, "she is the Russian you told me about?"

Malloy nodded smiling. "Carry on," she said and started walking to the rec room with her father.

"This place is not bad. At least Shepherd is keeping you in a decent place. Is he still annoying and full of himself?" Charlie asked his daughter.

"Yes, he is," she laughed. "It is quite bearable though. The men here treat us very well and are at our disposition 24/7."

"You look stressed," her father said noticing how pale she was, "and you lost weight."

"I'm fine Dad. It's not the missions that are stressing me, it's the paperwork and the fact we have a dangerous terrorist on the loose."

They entered the room and the 141 and the rest of her team were discussing some issues that they didn't even notice them.

"Hold on a second," whispered the General in disbelief, "that man." He started walking forward and stopped. He shouted, "John Price?"

Everyone in the room fell silent and looked up. Price stood up and stared at the man who called his name. The General smiled at him.

"Charles Malloy!" shouted Price and ran forward, briefly hugging the General and shaking his hand.

"This is a wonderful surprise Price! I am so glad you're ok and alive!" laughed Charles.

"Likewise my friend," smiled Price.

"I think I should introduce myself," said Charles turning to the other soldiers. "My name is General Charles Malloy, US Army. I have heard of the Task Force 141," he said smiling turning to the men.

Everyone stood up and saluted the General and the latter did the same. "Do not let me interrupt you," and he turned to Malloy, "Shall we?" Malloy nodded but before proceeding outside he continued, "Price, why don't you join us?"

At that Price nodded and followed them outside. "Lisa, call Williams to your office as well."

They started walking to their quarters and the General looked confused. They entered the room and Charles saw two bunk beds on the right side and a small desk opposite them with papers all over and a laptop open. On the left side of the room, there was a small bathroom.

"Lisa, we need to find you a bigger office," said Charles.

"It's supposed to be just a room. I asked for a desk because they did not have a spare office," replied Malloy. "I'm managing so I'm not complaining."

Williams entered the room and settled on the side. The General settled his beret on the desk and sat down. Malloy and Williams sat down on the bed and Price leaned his back against the wall.

"Ladies and gentleman, we have a situation. The Russians have invaded the US and are taking over Washington D.C. bit by bit. The Rangers are doing their best right now, however, we are probably going to request the Marines' assistance," the General said turning to Williams, "your sister will be sent for support real soon just so you know."

"Thank you for informing me sir," said Williams sounding worried.

"Don't worry. Your sister is as tough as nails," smiled Charles reassuring her.

"Why are you telling us this if we are not requested there?" asked Price.

"We believe that Makarov is using America as a distraction and trying to hinder our resistance at the same time. He's a bastard," said Charles bitterly. "The real deal is in Russia; we suspect that there will be a possible missile launch near Petropavlovsk. Shepherd will give you a debriefing soon. In the meantime, I will return to the States to try and control the situation." He stood up and turned to Malloy and Price, "Would you accompany me outside?"

"Of course," smiled Malloy.

The General walked outside with Price and Malloy following him. Williams went to join the others. Outside, the skies were grey and it was windy.

"It's going to rain soon," said Price looking at the sky.

"I'd better move my plane will depart in one hour. We will meet again in the future Price," said Charles shaking his hand. "Lisa, take care of yourself; if you need anything, I'm just a call away understood?"

"Yes, thank you," said Malloy smiling at him.

Malloy went back to her room to continue working as the others went to the rec room to enjoy their time off. She settled at her desk and continued searching on her laptop while writing some notes. Her desk was a mess, papers were everywhere and she silently hoped that no one would need something from her. After writing down for what it seemed forever, there was a knock on her door.

"Enter."

MacTavish entered the room holding some files.

"Please, don't tell me that you need a report," implored Malloy.

Soap laughed. "Don't worry; I just need some signatures, that's all." He looked at her desk which was overflowing with papers. "You sure need to tidy up."

"I know," said Malloy desperately, "I have been too busy to clean my desk. Will you help me please?"

Outside was raining and thunder sounded from afar. MacTavish didn't have anything else to do and he was secretly looking forward to spending some time alone with her.

"Aye, I'll help you," said Soap.

"Great!" cheered Malloy, "I'll reward you, Captain."

"I look forward to that," smiled MacTavish and Malloy smiled back. "Let's try and categorize them," he continued picking up files and papers.

They started filing and sorting the papers out trying to find out where the loose pages are coming from.

"Your father's a Green Beret. Impressive," said MacTavish reading some papers, "You have the same face."

"Yes, I've been told that," she smiled as she turned to the papers she was holding in her hands, "Damn it, Price made it worse the other time he started flipping through my stuff," said Malloy concentrating on the pages trying to figure out where they should be filed. MacTavish took the pages from her hand and put them into a file he was holding. "Thanks!"

"You have to be more organized," said MacTavish grabbing another file.

"I know, I have no excuse for it," she said while taking her jacket off. She was wearing a tan t-shirt underneath with her dog tags swaying with her every move. "These last months were unbelievable."

MacTavish grabbed a closed file and opened it to see a woman looking at him. She had dark brown eyes, black hair, and very tanned skin. It seemed that her eyes looked deep into your soul sending shivers down his spine. Malloy grabbed the file hurriedly from his hands and said in a low voice, "I know where that goes."

"Who is she?"

"Not important. Let's concentrate on the loose papers."

He did not insist on it as he saw how it frustrated her. After an hour filing the papers, they could see the desk's surface again. Everything was organized and Malloy let out a sigh of relief.

"What would I do without you Soap?"

"You would have a dirty desk, lass," joked MacTavish.

"Good one," laughed Malloy.

"What about that reward?" he smiled looking into her green eyes.

"Come here," she said opening her arms.

He walked towards her and she put her arms around his neck hugging him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and he could feel her soft cheek brushing against his. Her hair and skin smelled of fruit making him go crazier. As they start to pull apart, they froze with their faces inches away from each other. MacTavish could feel his heart beating faster and harder against his chest and Malloy started to blush. He went closer until he could feel her breath on his face. Malloy got closer to him, they both tilted their heads to the side, closed their eyes, and finally, their lips met.

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