1Well, this is a surprise, isn't it? A oneshot of a completely different franchise!
Anyway, I've been getting stuck into Modern Warfare Remastered, and ever since I played the original, I've had this idea rolling through my head for God knows how long. Basically, it's an alternate ending to Sins of the Father.
And before you ask, the character whose POV you're looking at is one of the randomly named NPCs.
I hope you likey.
"Drop the bloody gun! DROP IT!" Gaz yelled to Lil' Zakhaev. He did no such thing, holding it aloft as he raised his hands in surrender.
"I can put one in his leg, sir!" Griggs offered, aiming his M249 SAW at the boy. But Captain Price merely forced his gun down.
"No, we can't risk it! We need him alive!" Price shouted back, before turning to 'Soap'.
"Soap, restrain him!" He ordered. The Scottish rookie nodded, and stepped forward. But as he did so, Lil' Zakhaev put the pistol to his temple.
Time slowed down for an instant. As Gaz yelled, I saw a chance. Quickly raising my MP5, I took one shot. Not aimed at Lil' Zakhaev, but at the M9 pistol in his hands. In that instant, the gun flashed, and the bullet sliced a path through the skin over his cheekbone, releasing a steady stream of blood. But more importantly, the bullet hit the upper receiver of the pistol, catapulting it out of Lil' Zakhaev's hands, and sending it to the street below. As Lil 'Zakhaev fell to his knees, screaming in agonized Russian, time resumed its normal pace.
A hard fist slammed into my cheek, and my hand immediately began to massage the stinging flesh.
"What the bloody hell were you thinking?! You could have killed him!" Price screamed in my face.
"At least he's alive, sir. We got what we came for, didn't we?" I retorted.
"We don't take unnecessary risks! EVER!" The good captain yelled back. Already, I could see 'Soap' beginning to zip-tie Lil' Zakhaev, and preparing to escort him off the roof.
"I had to do something!" I yelled back. Price just snarled, and pressed his face against mine.
"Next time, wait for my order. Do you copy?" He growled. I looked to Lil' Zakhaev, struggling to break free from his bonds, as Soap held his arm tight. But as I was about to respond to Price, to my surprise, I saw the young Russian smile darkly.
"Вы всё равно все скоро сдохнете..." He muttered. Then, with a twist of his body, he broke free from Soap's grip, and charged away.
"Hey! STOP!" Gaz yelled, diverting Price's attention away from me. But this time, we were unable to do anything, as Lil' Zakhaev ran to the edge of the roof, planted one foot on the barrier, and leapt to his doom. A moment that felt like an eternity passed, as Lil' Zakhaev fell out of sight, and the sound of crashing metal resounded from the bottom of the building.
I ran to the edge, and looked over, only to see a crumpled car, with Lil' Zakhaev lying in the wreckage, the metal almost sandwiched around him, like the jaws of a plant eating an unwary insect. Griggs looked to the carnage, and grimaced.
"Shiiit… kid's got some issues."
Gaz and Price also looked to the grisly scene. Without missing a beat, Price turned to his radio.
"Baseplate, this is Bravo-Six. Zakhaev's son is dead. We're coming home." He droned emotionlessly, before looking back over the edge.
"Bloody hell. His son was our only lead, sir." Gaz lamented. But to everyone's surprise, Price just shrugged, and turned away, walking back down the stairs.
"Forget it. I know the man." He responded nonchalantly. As we watched him go, he turned his head to us, and uttered one final sentence before disappearing down the stairs.
"He won't let this go unanswered."