Well guys, its been a year since the last update, which I am sorry for. No internet access once again, so I'm updating stories with the new copy paste feature for us mobile phone users. I would like to apologize beforehand for the low quality of this chapter, it's a lot of work, time, and fighting to do this from an android, and having to click the down button to get to the end is rather stressful. I am not happy with this chapter at all, but I'm tired of fighting my phone, so this is what we get. I apologize.

September 4, 21:07:32

Task Force 141 - Disavowed

Simon "Ghost" Riley

"Ghost, up now!"

The male sat up quickly, dark green eyes flying open as his name was called. Looking around franctically, the male's hardened instincts allowed Ghost to react quickly enough to catch the rifle Price tossed to him. "What's wrong, Price?"

"We're under attack! You and Roach are to get out the back and sneak around to the left flank. Archer and Toad are providing cover in the distance, and Wallcroft is holding the front lines with his men, Yuri, and Nikolai." The words from the captain were rushed, and near the end of his sitrep, he was already moving out of the room.

Ghost cursed as he rolled o ut of bed, throwing gear over his white t shirt. Grabbing the rifle Price tossed him, he realized it was an MP5 as he ran from the room quickly. His earpiece was jammed into his ear as he ran from the makeshift base. The sounds of gunfire, shouted orders, and the general chaos that was warfare spurred the Lieutenant on as he ran, frantically searching for his partner.

"Roach, where in the bloody hell are ya?"

"Three clicks southwest of the base." Ghost dropped to the ground on instinct when he heard the sound of hurried feet coming towards him. From the corner of his eye, the male could make out the uniform of Shadow Company. Ghost pulled his knife from its sheath, flipping the weapon in his hand to get a better grip on it. The enemy soldier approached him, causing the Brit to tense, adrenaline pumping through his veins. The black clad soldier took one, two, three steps closer to Ghost. Dark green eyes blazing, Ghost dove forward, driving the knife into the surprised soldier's leg. A howl of agony was silenced by a quick punch to the face, and the two males went down in a sprawling mass of flailing limbs, both trying to gain the upper hand from the other. They rolled, Ghost on top, then bottom, and back on top again. He pulled the knife from the American's leg, but he wasn't out of the fight yet. Both hands grabbed onto Ghost's own in a desperate attempt to thwart the attempt on his life. Fueled by a fear induced adrenaline rush, the American pushed Ghost's hands backwards, managing to get his feet under him in the distraction. He kicked up, hard, causing Ghost to cough, trying to recapture stolen air from his lungs. The British staggered backwards, gasping for air.

The American soldier pounced, knife in hand. He stabbed Ghost in the leg, causing a grunt from the male, adrenaline staving off the full effects of the pain. Ghost punched at the man's face, the American staggering back slightly, the hand wrapped around the hilt of the knife pulling the weapon free of Ghost's leg, causing the male to release a pain filled gasp. The other soldier brought the blood stained blade towards Ghost; the sun touched the blade's edge, creating a malicious glint, reflected in the eyes of the soldier. A brief sense of panic caught in the Lieutenant's throat, the effects of the adrenaline fading slowly away, the pain replacing its fleeting friend.

The crack of a single bullet filled the air, the man falling, knife released from his hand. Weight crushed onto his chest; the dead soldier had fallen onto him. Ghost felt a small feeling of reloef; death had once again been cheated.

The weight crushing his chest was lifted, and Ghost opened his eyes, seeing his partner standing before him, brown eyes drawn to the wound on his leg. "It's not too deep. Come on, we need to hold the left flank."

"Thanks Roach. You just saved my life."

The black haired man glanced at him, hauling the injured lieutenant to his feet, slinging an arm around his shoulder. "You've saved my life too many times to count."

"Hm, you've got a point there." Ghost chuckled slightly when Roach glared at him.

Archer

"Looks like Ghost is injured." The lead sniper spoke softly into the mike, left eye shut as he peered through the scope of his rifle with his right. "Toad, provide cover fire to the left flank."

"Roger that." The soft pinging from the American's suppressed rifle was hard to pick up on by most people, though Archer could easily distuinguish the sound. The British soldier aimed down his own sights, moving the rifle to survey the surrounding area. It was Toad who alerted the group to the surprise attack, and though the warning wasn't a good warning, it was enough for the elite soldiers to male due with. Now the two snipers were keeping the field alerted to the enemies' movements, allowing their captain to coordinate his men accordingly.

"Price, you've got seven tangos moving to your position, four more moving towards your flank. Shall I thin 'em out for ya?"

"Go for the flank, the seven are mine." The first soldier fell with a bullet to his chest before Price finished speaking, two more falling with another pull of the trigger. The last one didn't last more than a few seconds after his comrades fell.

"Flank clear." The sniper moved his rifle towards the helicopter, eye never leaving the scope. The male cursed when he spotted a large group of soldiers moving towards his allies. He saw Toad glance at him from the corner of his eye. "Price, you have hostiles moving towards the flanks. You're outnumbered and outgunned; get that bloody bird in the air." The words were barely out of his mouth when he heard Toad's rifle ringing in a solid, fast pace as shot after shot left the barrel.

"We'll keep you covered, Price. Just get thst damned bird in the air." Price issued orders to expedite the exfil. Wallcroft and Griffin were sent to help Ghost and Roach, while Yuri, Burns, Price, and Doc were to help and cover Soap. Archer moved his rifle towards the back of the building, knowing the rest of the soldiers had the front covered. A soldier fell dead from a bullet not from his own gun, and Archer knew Toad had caught onto the threat as well. Three shots left his barrel, three soldiers fell to the ground, dead.

Price kept in touch with the two snipers, so they wouldn't have to worry about checking the front to see if their allies needed help: if Price felt the front was getting too hot, Archer and Toad would take turns thinning the frontlines out for their comrades.

Progress was slow, moving the injured to the chopper. Burns took a graze to his shoulder, though the wound did nothing but cause enemy soldiers a quicker death in the American's anger. The fight died down a while ago, just a few stragglers remained. Toad put down his rifle and took up his normal role as spotter, seeking out enemy soldiers who were left. The sound of gunfire was rang in short bursts, one or two guns firing at a time.

The order was given for Roach and Redgrave to move towards the two snipers, in case an enemy soldier lay in wait for the snipers, armed only with their rifles. When the four made it to the chopper, Price and Wallcroft were discussing their next move.

"Contact MacMillan, Wallcroft. Tell him our situation. We can't keep running, not with Soap inhured so badly." He pointed to Ghost, who was sitting on the edge of the chopper, too preoccupied with the pain in his leg to participate in the discussion, the pain not being helped with Doc poking at it, trying to access the damage without any kind of pain killer. "Ghost just got off medical leave, and he's back on it. We'll be dead with weeks at this pace."