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echo-three-one · 3 years

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Whatever It Takes

Sequel to A Forgotted Memory

Somewhere out there

Beneath the pale moonlight

Someone's thinking of me

And loving me tonight…

Chapter 14 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

Previous Chapter : Alex and Augustus

Meet Me Halfway

John "Soap" MacTavish

Task Force 141

Location Unknown

18 hours ago

He thought he was dead. He thought they were going to kill him. He wished they would, just to end the suffering. But he also wished they wouldn't. He had greater plans, he still wanted to enjoy his life. And it looked like Nero granted half his wish, while depriving him of the other half. He's going to live the rest of his years in hell.

He couldn't stop thinking about that song, he lay flat on the ground, feeling weak, powerless and defeated.

If I lay here… Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

He couldn't feel a thing but he knew he was being transported somewhere. Red flashes filled his eyes as he slowly slipped away from the conscious world.

2 Seconds.

A single drop of water plopped on the cold floor where he laid every 2 seconds. It was getting annoying, but he thanked it for actually waking him up.

Soap struggled to get up and forced himself to do so, grunting in pain as the muscles and bones of his body reacted to his sudden movements. Enduring all the pain, he gasped and got up, moving to the direction of the only ray of light from a crack in the ceiling.

He limped but he had hope, exhaling with excitement as the light got closer every step he took. Then clang! He hit his head on an iron bar. He's in a prison cell, deep underground.

"Shite." he cursed, dropping his knees on the ground, his energy already ran out and he felt thirsty.

"That's freshwater dripping down there." An unknown voice emerged from the darkness, Soap wanted to believe he's hallucinating, but an old figure emerged from the shadows. His hair mostly greyed out and it was long enough that Soap believed he'd been here for far too long.

"The name's Jack. And I suggest you rehydrate. I've been here long enough that you could trust that it's safe." he suggested. His tone was strict but helpful and Soap knew he's trustworthy. They're both prisoners and as the saying goes: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend"

"So… uh Jake. What brings you to this dark and gloomy place?" Soap asked, his voice was barely audible but he was heading straight to the dripping freshwater.

"Turns out our friend Nero doesn't want me dead yet. He couldn't pry any information from me. I'm CIA, literally trained half my life to keep information away. He should've just killed me when he got the chance." He replied.

"So, that means he's going to get something out of you too…" he added, Soap looked worried, he didn't undergo some torture training and hes afraid of what Nero wants from him.

"Look kid, I know you're worried. That's why we won't let that happen. Okay? I have a plan." Jake patted Soap's shoulder, it still hurts from all the stomping and the tossing around but he knew he didn't mean it.

"So… CIA. Guess you crossed paths with Alex." Soap asked, his low accent echoed across the dark cage.

"Yeah. Alex. He was like my son, trained him and assisted him all throughout his CIA Career."

"He kinda disobeyed orders by joining the good side which looked bad in the eyes of the higher ups." Soap reported.

"Hm… It's very unusual of him to not follow orders, unless he believes it's for a better cause." Jack supplied to which Soap nodded, agreeing Jack's assumption.

"It was a good cause. Sacrificed himself for the greater good. Miraculously made it out, but lost his leg in the process." Soap continued, updating the old man about his protege, he's actually glad he did as he could feel the man's mood rising from grumpy prisoner to someone a little less grumpy.

"He had good morals, that kid. He could go far with that attitude… I just hoped that falling in love would not be his downfall… just like what happened to me…" he muttered. Soap didn't make out the last sentence so he assumed it was his own thoughts leaking out of his head. He didn't bother asking again.

The iron doors opened and a new patch of light opened. Jack looked at Soap with determination and nodded.

"Looks like it's showtime, sharkbait." Soap nodded noting the Finding Nemo reference at these trying times.

Jack was right. They had a practice of how to handle prisoners for interrogation. A few stomps, handcuffs, sack on the head and push you if you don't cooperate. Soap had to go through the whole thing, and as far as he knows, Jack must have gotten the key.

He limped his way to the interrogation room, buying enough time for Jack to blindly find the keyhole from the cell. He tried fighting back but the taser sticks were already giving him a bad time.

Just as Jack described, the interrogation room consisted of a dentist chair and a television, his captors were beside him preparing orders from Nero on the screen.

Soap squirmed his way out of the chair, trying to be convincing that he had no idea what's going on.

"Stop squirming! Tell us where the girl is… or I'll take a wild guess and destroy your base instead." Nero yelled. His voice was low, like it ran through a voice changer.

"Sod off…" Soap spat and squirmed again, receiving a shock from the taser. He groaned as tendrils of electricity ran through his body shaking him almost unconscious.

"Lower the voltage or he won't respond! Dumbasses! We need something from him!" Nero yelled at his henchmen.

"So… MacTavish…22nd Parachute Regiment, S.A.S., Now Task Force 141… Skilled in combat, Sniper and Demolitions… You know a proper brainwash would help me get the code from you right?" he mused.

"FOUR!" Soap roared from the top of his lungs, panting after he yelled.

"Four? What the fuck are you talking about?" Nero asked, looking confused. Addition to that, the ground shook and made everyone else in the room wonder.

"What's going on?" Nero asked.

"What? we're under attack? By who? How?" Soap's ears could hear the distress from their leader and from the looks of it, 141 already found him making it easier for him and Jack to get out of this hell hole.

"Augustus is gone? They're going to pay! Okay boys kill this man now. We have to send them a message!" Nero yelled angrily and the tv turned to static.

Meet me Halfway

Francine "France" Winters

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 Base - Briefing Room

"We're being pressured to capture Nero. With our base compromised, the Board would now decide for our force's future. Simon Riley is now researching Augustus' burner phone, if we're lucky enough, it could lead us to our next clue." Shepherd calmly informed the force about the status. He looked in distress but he had to keep pushing forward, to end this warfare.

"Some of Nero's forces are already in New York. It turns out he could command the brainwashed civilians to deploy EMP blasts but recon noticed that he could only command a few at a time. This means without the IP address, he is still powerless and trying hard." Shepherd added.

"I want you all to always be ready for an all out attack on Nero. Let's prove to the board that we're the best one for the job." He muttered and dismissed everyone. France decided to stay in the briefing room and let the quiet consume her thoughts.

"You okay?" A reassuring hand held her shoulder. She knew it was Gary and tears started to fall from her eyes.

"I… I can't stop worrying about him, Roach." She croaked and gave Roach a very pained stare. She actually missed John's presence even after being together for a short while, she felt that they shared a lot of common things together, the strive to become better, the response to danger even off duty and the determination to achieve a goal. Those were her traits that he also had, these same traits that made him like her despite his cocky first impression.

"Let's help out Ghost track that son of a bitch Nero down. And maybe it'll lead us to him." Roach assured them as they both stood up and went to Research.

"How… how can you still be so sure that he's okay?" she sobbed.

"The dogtags." Ghost interjected while typing furiously on the computer.

"If Soap was dead, he should've shown us his tag. That would cripple some of our Force's focus and would lead to his success in invading and capturing Samantha." Ghost continued, he made sense and France almost smiled with the two's support. Instead, she just breathed out and helped Ghost.

"So, have you traced each source?" France asked Ghost as she also started furiously typing codes and strings of data input.

"Yes, they're really sneaky with the encryption, but I keep on getting pings at one location before it spreads in different places." he explained.

"The nearest signal tower. Every packet almost goes through there. You see that?" France pointed at the screen.

"Yeah I do. Let's start tracing that source." Ghost muttered and the map already pinged the tower's location.

"Bingo." they both whispered and cheered, hugging each other as a sign of success. France felt Ghost's tight hug and felt something off about the guy, then he actually removes half of his mask and pouts his cheek close to hers.

"I…. uh… I'm sorry" Ghost shyly said as France pushed him away and felt awkward at the situation. Gary just stood there in shock as Price entered the room.

"What's the news?" he asked, looking at the three.

"We found him, Sir." Ghost cleared his throat and put back his mask.

"Well, bloody hell. Let's go then!" he said as they all ran towards the exit and prepared themselves. France didn't have the time to think about the events earlier as she was still worried about Soap's safety. She hopes that whatever lies in that place would give her an answer.

"FIRE!" Captain Price yelled as snipers quickly shot the guards surrounding the icy fortress. The gulag housed people that the world didn't want but couldn't kill, and she hoped that John MacTavish was on that list.

Danger close explosions crippled both attacking and defending forces as Price roared at Shepherd to be careful. France gulped as she saw a very open field that they're dropping in on and knew for a fact that she's very open and weak at these positions.

Her mind raced, looking at every angle. Tangos were everywhere carrying different kinds of weapons. With minimal angles to hide on, the force, led by Roach aggressively advanced to the Gulag, dodging heavy fire, grenades and RPG Rockets. As soon as they found the tunnel leading deep into the Gulag, France already felt comfortable. This was her playing zone and no one's going to stop her from getting into Nero.

The way in was almost clear, no enemies were against them but instead they ran further into the Gulag. Something was off.

Gunfire was heard deep into the Gulag and as soon as the team reached the control room, Ghost already did his magic. Opening gates, looking at the cameras and defending their six. The masked man helped them further advance into the Gulag.

"Nero's not here…" Ghost said.

"How so?" Price angrily muttered.

"He never set foot in this place. He only uses a television to communicate."

"Bloody hell. Now what?"

" I see two heat signatures behind that wall."

Roach quickly planted a c4 breach and as soon as it exploded Francine pounced at the closest person, raising her fist and looking at its eyes to see the punch go through.

Blue eyes. Those shades of blue. France stopped his fist as tears started to well from her eyes, dropping some on his bare chest.

"John…" she whimpered and smiled.

"Fra.." she didn't let him finish, she kissed him. She didn't care what everyone else thought. The gunfire and explosions suddenly felt nothing to her. She didn't care how John's lips tasted, all she cared about was that he's alive and she's on his arms.

Extraction quickly followed as Shepherd's forces already did a lot of damage on the old fortress. They barely got out just in time for the building's inevitable collapse but they're safe.

Next Chapter : Secret Alliances

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kingsterracerp-blog · 7 years

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LAUR will be picking up JACOB ST. JAMES as a second character.

OUT OF CHARACTER.

NAME: Laur AGE: 23 TIMEZONE: GMT +1 ACTIVITY LEVEL: 7/10; I’m usually online for at least a couple of hours every day, mostly in the evenings! PRONOUNS: she/her SHIPS: Will/Frannie, Will/Chemistry ANTI-SHIPS: Will/No Chemistry TRIGGERS: Removed. PASSWORD: Removed. ANYTHING ELSE: Removed.

IN CHARACTER.

DESIRED CHARACTER: Jacob William St. James (goes by William) NICKNAMES: Will, Wills, Jacob/Jake (by his Mother only. She hates the fact that he goes by his middle name.) AGE/BIRTH ORDER: 29 FACECLAIM: Henry Cavill GENDER IDENTITY/PRONOUNS: Cis-Male, He/Him SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Publically, he identifies as being heterosexual but privately believes his sexuality is more fluid than that. HOMETOWN: Manhattan, New York OCCUPATION/EDUCATION: Managing Director of The St. James Hotel Group.

(MORE) IN CHARACTER.

POSITIVES: driven, charismatic, intelligent NEGATIVES: materialistic, image-driven, stubborn

@JWStJ: I liked it so I put a ring on it. Happy Anniversary to the lady who keeps my heart @FRANNIEFABS. Delayed flights are not conducive to celebrations but I’ll be home soon. @JWStJ: Excited for my first night in the latest #StJamesHotel [image] #australia @JWStJ: Thankful for friends that walk behind us and take shots like this. [image]

BIOGRAPHY.

Jacob William St. James was the first child born to Jeffery and Margaret St. James and from the moment he was able to walk, the weight of the family image and name was placed on his shoulders and he had to learn how to balance. His Mother doted on him, and it was clear from the beginning that he was his Father’s pride and joy. His Father worked, a lot; it was rare that the family was able to dine around the table as one and following the birth of the twins five years later, Margaret opted to travel less, distance herself from any part of the business to ensure they had at least one ever present parent. Overall, his childhood was an incredibly privileged and happy one.

The St. James Hotel Group had been started as a small B&B by his great-grandparents and while the company had expanded in ways no-one could have imagined, the importance of hard work and the daily grind wasn’t lost on anyone; it was a lesson passed down from Father to son. He started ‘working’ for the family business at the age of ten and he thrived. He learned early on that the good manners instilled in him by his Mother and a smile inherited from his Father could get him far; and Jeffery discovered his son had a natural flair for working with people.

High school came and went in the blink of an eye. He knew what was expected of him from the outset and he put his head down and worked hard throughout his four years there. He was in constant competition with his peers. It wasn’t good enough to just be the top of his class; he had to impress outside of the classroom too. He handled the pressure with a kind of grace unlike most young men his age would have; and the entire way through high school, he worked weekends throughout the various departments in the St. James at Times Square. His passion for the business only grew; he became fascinated with learning how each individual department was organised, and how managers ensured their department was run with the greatest efficiency.

When it came to college, Harvard was the only choice. That was his legacy and the natural choice was studying business. College was the first time he really let loose a little; he was out from his Father’s watchful eye and he was able to experience life as any other normal college student. He graduated the Valedictorian of his class, and opted to remain at Harvard to study his Masters. That would turn out to be the best decision he could have possibly made because that was the decision that led to him meeting Francine Fabray.

He had never given much thought to dating; he’d always been too busy with other things to really take any relationship seriously but Frannie had him stopping in his tracks. They started dating almost immediately but their relationship wasn’t one that lasted. They were on and off throughout Francine’s college years but even when they weren’t together, they were friends. Real friends. She was someone he was able to confide in, someone he trusted with just about everything. He proposed to her on August 28th, just three months after she graduated. It was a very conscious and planned decision. He’d taken the diamonds from his Grandmother’s engagement ring and had them reset into something entirely to his girlfriend’s taste; and he poured his heart out to her. He was head over heels for her and he was confident that more than anything else, he wanted to spend his life loving her.

Settling down in Boston, and starting their lives together wasn’t exactly what he’d pictured. He was considerably busier than he’d expected; his position in the company required him to travel more than anticipated and while initially, he’d always assumed any time he travelled, his wife would accompany him; her responsibilities now prevented her from doing that. He could see how much she loved NOVA and he’d never ask her to step away from that. There was definitely a distance between them now that had never really existed before but it hasn’t shook his feelings for Francine. Unbeknown to her, he’s working on scaling back his responsibilities for a few months’ at least; he misses her and he’s suddenly realised he’s becoming more and more like his Father and that’s not someone he wants to emulate in his personal life.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE.

WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST STRENGTH? HOW DOES IT COME IN HANDY?

I’ve been told I’m pretty charming. It’s definitely a strength over things like the fact that I’m hard-working or being intelligent because honestly, sometimes those things don’t help get people on your side. The nature of my job means that more often than not you have to be able to sweet-talk and charm people to being on your side, working with you.

WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST WEAKNESS? HOW DOES IT AFFECT YOUR DAY-TO-DAY LIFE?

I have tunnel-vision. It’s a strength and a weakness but as I get older I’m becoming more and more aware of the negative aspects. I become entirely too focused on projects and I tend to forget the rest of the world exists.

WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN TEN YEARS?

I don’t even want to think about ten years down the line; approaching thirty is as much scary as I can handle right now. In ten years I’ll still very proudly be on my wife’s arm and hopefully we’ll have a couple of kids. I see myself being happy.

WHAT BROUGHT YOU TO KING’S TERRACE?

After we got married, we needed to find a base, somewhere to settle temporarily and we landed on Boston. I travel a lot for work and I prefer to do that from the East Coast; Fran has an office nearby so King’s Terrace works as a short-term move.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME AND TELL YOUR YOUNGER SELF SOMETHING, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

Don’t work so hard; have more fun.

#st. james #jacob st. james #accepted

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