Devotion| Makarov x Reader

"What the fuck are you doing Y/N?" Your heart sank as you watched Soap approach, his face a mix of confusion and conflict, his gun trained on you. There was a tense silence before you spoke. "I just came to get some fresh air."

"You think I didn't hear what you were saying, huh? You're planning to see Makarov?!"

"Soap, I... I can explain."

"Explain? You're talking about betraying us, about joining those who want to destroy everything we've worked for! Bloody hell, Y/n he's who we are after; he's the reason we are here in the first place. We came to kill him, and now you are betraying us to join him!? Gaz is dead because of him." Your eyes grew wide.

"What?"

"We went to see Gaz because he was crashing. They were able to stabilize him, but the second Price left, his vitals went down. They couldn't bring him back. He's dead." You were in disbelief.  You didn't know Gaz got injured.

"I'm so sorry-" You stopped when you remembered what Price told you about the original plan of the mission. "You know what? No. Fuck you and the 141. Price told me the original plan for tonight's mission. You knew who I really was and who Makarov was to me, and you didn't tell me. For fucks sake, Soap, how could you keep that from me after everything?" Soap's expression shifted into guilt.

"We didn't want to; believe me y/n, we protested against it, but Price told us that if Makarov somehow made your amnesia fade, then you were guaranteed to leave us and join him. None of us wanted to see you align yourself with a man like that. We just wanted to protect you." You scoffed, looking at the sky and laughing. "You sound just like Price." Soap attempted to take a step closer to you, but you took a step back.

"I have my memories back." Soap's eyebrows raised, and his expression turned to worry. He almost looked desperate.

"This is Makarov we are talking about. He's responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocent people. That man killed Gaz, and now that you've found out who he is to you, you're going to abandon everything for him? How can you join them after what they've done?"

"I spent ten years of my life with him. He's not some man to me, Soap. You can thank Price for the way he turned out. Makarov is a direct result of Price's mistake." Soap furrowed his brows.

"What are you talking about?"

"So Price didn't tell you everything? That fucking coward... Price was on the mission that killed my family. He had the choice of urging command not to target my entire family and focus on the targets, but he gave up. My mother could still be alive, and Makarov wouldn't be a threat, but he was a fucking coward. You can blame him for all this. For Gaz and the thousands of lives that have been lost because of Makarov." Soap was at a loss for words; he didn't know what to say to you, but he needed to try and make you stay.

"Don't join them. Please, Y/n, I don't want you as my enemy. We're your family. Why can't that be enough for you?" You couldn't help but smile; there was no coming back from what you did minutes ago.

"My family would never betray me, and anyway, it's too late for that; I can't change what I've done." He furrowed his brows, and the grip on his gun tightened. "What do you mean?" You heard a faint voice, and you knew someone was talking to Soap on comms.

They found Price.

"For what it's worth, I still care about you." Soap's face contorted in horror as Ghost told him Price was dead. You threw the throwing knife Makarov gave you at Soap's shoulder before breaking into a sprint.

You heard his gun go off, the round narrowly missing you. You sprinted as he fired more shots, each one missing. Soap groaned as he held his arm, the knife lodged deep in his shoulder. If you hadn't injured his dominant hand, you would have been littered with bullets before you turned the corner.

You run as fast as your legs can carry you; the world around you blurs into a hazy, chaotic backdrop, and all you can hear is the frantic pounding of your heart in your chest. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you push yourself to keep going. Finally, you reach the bridge, stretching across a calm river. You stumble to a halt, your legs trembling with exhaustion. Leaning against the railings, you catch your breath.

The world around you starts to come back into focus, the sounds of the river beneath you and the distant city returning to your awareness. You look out over the water, the surface shimmering in the soft light of the rising sun.

You make your way through the dimly lit streets, each step echoing softly in the cool morning air. Ahead, the silhouette of the church looms, its spires reaching toward the sky, the soft glow of candlelight spills through the stained glass windows, casting ethereal patterns of color upon the worn stone steps. You pull your jacket a little tighter around you, the fabric rustling softly as you quicken your pace. Your footsteps now echo with purpose, each one drawing you closer to your rendezvous point. As you walk closer, you notice a black car drive towards you, stopping directly in front of you. The tinted window rolls down, and a man dressed in black gear is in the driver's seat.

"Ty, Y/n? (Are you Y/n?)"

"Da. (Yes.)"

"Zalezay. (Get in.)"

You climb into the back of the black sedan, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest. The car moves swiftly through winding streets, passing by old, weathered buildings and dimly lit alleyways. The driver remains focused on the road, offering no reassurance or conversation. You wonder if he knows who you are. What you mean to Vlad and Nolan. Minutes stretch into what feels like hours as the car takes you deeper into the unknown.

Your thoughts drift to Vlad; you imagine him waiting for you in the safe house, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and concern. You smile as you remember the color of his eyes. They were so beautiful that it almost seemed impossible that they belonged to a man who had caused so many to die.  As the car speeds forward, you're filled with anticipation; you can't wait to see him again. To have that feeling of home wash over you again.

A/N: If you see typos no you didn't. I just finished my semester today so that means I have more time to write HEHEAHA.