#cod 141 au

[ridingthechaos]

Sanity Isn’t The Void

CHAPTER TWO

Directory

Chris was facing off in a little friendly competition he and the other members of 141 did regularly. Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Silence himself participated in it while Price complained about his bad knees and sat out and acted as the referee. Currently Gaz and Soap were throwing each other around on the training mat, Ghost was watching intently while Chris himself couldn’t help but seem disturbed. Price gave a dark chuckle as Soap got the wind knocked clean out of his chest, it was truly a sight to behold. Gaz eventually won the match and Soap sulked as he got off the mat.

“Alright, Silence, your go with Kyle.” Price said suddenly and he brought Chris out of his thoughts. The shorter male swallowed hard and took his mask off, not wanting to get it damaged during the match. Gaz gave a playful gasp, acting as if he was surprised that Chris took his mask off. The entirety of 141 has seen him maskless before, so Silence just rolled his eyes and got onto the mat.

“Make this a clean fight, boys, I don’t want to see anything other than bruises drawn. If there is any blood I will make sure the one responsible will run drill the rest of the week until sundown.” Price commanded as he rested his elbows on the desk they had and then his head on his hands, “Got it?”

Kyle nodded his head and Chris gave a hesitant nod of his own. Ghost sighed, sitting down in a chair near Price. The match began. Silence was on high alert, practically smelling the pain he’d gain in a moment. Gaz tried to throw a punch towards his gut, only for Chris to take his arm and rip it behind his back. Silence’s knee got pushed into Kyle’s back, he groaned in pain as he was pushed into the mat. Chris’s brown eyes were laser focused, barely hearing the groans Gaz gave. The male below Silence saw an opening and took it, practically dragging Silence onto the mat. His head collided with the mat first, causing him to give out a stuttering groan. Price gave a small sound of concern, but it was half audible. Chris looked up at Kyle before wrapping his legs around the taller male’s neck and causing the tables to turn.

Gaz cried out in surprise, not expecting this to happen. Chris wasn’t there anymore. His eyes reflected who he was, what he was. Silence had taken his place, the usual look of the calm and shy male was replaced with a ravenous look. This shot fear through the other four males in the room. He lost it, it was time to pull him off Kyle.

“Chris, Chris. Silence buddy, c’mon, get off him.” Price tried, his efforts going in vain. Silence’s hands were around Gaz’s throat, so Simon had to intervene. Ghost was actually successful in pulling Chris off of Kyle.

He yelled at Soap, “GET HIS MASK AND GET IT ON HIS FACE!” Johnny was immediately into action, his Scottish fingers quickly grabbing at the pure black mask Chris wore usually. Ghost was straining on keeping Silence still, “Keep him still Lt, or we’re gonna have to knock ‘em out.” Soap yelled, he was worried not only for Silence but for himself and the others. If Chris didn’t get subdued he could go off the hinges and have to be shoved into the crazy room. Which.. The crazy room wasn’t that bad, if you aren’t in there for long. It’s a padded cell with nothing in it, Silence had to be shoved in there quite a few times already.. But one more time couldn’t hurt, could it?

The mask didn’t work. Chris was still thrashing around and trying to get at Kyle. So it was time for the crazy room. As they approached it, he was grunting more. Chris was thrashing even harder, wanting to get free from Simon’s grasp. But the English male was so damn strong that he wasn’t able to even wiggle his torso or hips. The door to the room was opened and he was thrown inside, “Sorry, mate, maybe when you calm down you can come out..” Kyle said sympathetically as the door was closed.

Chris spent a good five days there, his worst breakdown yet. Price was starting to get concerned about him, he repeatedly spoke to Laswell about his concerns. But all Laswell did was brush it off and said he’d be fine eventually. It got when it was about a problem around a week and a half. Everyone could basically tell that Chris wasn’t okay. He shouldn’t be there this long. Silence’s mental breakdown was growing out of hand, Price was bringing it up even more with Laswell too.

But one faithful day he got out, Silence had been silent ever since he got out. Simon was tasked with keeping track of him, since he was unstable. Chris was currently staring numbly at a book Ghost shoved at him, not that he’d read it. Simon was sitting at his desk, doing god knows what.. Maybe paperwork of his own. That’s the one thing Silence enjoyed about the taller male, he’s a quiet man.

“Chris,” Ghost pulled Chris out of his thoughts, blinking up at the other male, “are you okay? You’ve been so quiet lately.” Silence just continued blinking up at him, hardly hearing the concerned tone in his voice. Simon’s eyes glanced all over Silence’s face, but there was no sign of an emotion, “Christopher?” He still blinked up at him, no emotion registering still. This was growing eerie, “Christopher M.?” Simon still didn’t get a response, “Christopher Makarov?”

That got a reaction, a small reaction. But it was still a reaction all the same, “Don’t use my last name.” Silence mumbled out numbly, glaring at the taller male. Ghost chuckled and ruffled his hair, “Right, got it.” Chris stared back down at the book numbly, “Используйте его только в случае необходимости.” (Only use it if needed to.) Ghost blinked at Chris, surprised because he spoke in Russian.

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A week went by since that “incident”, Silence has been living up to his name, he’s been silent. Price has been needing to translate since Chris hasn’t spoken English since before the “incident”. Things have been very eerie since then, like an ever present feeling of dread has taken over the team.

Which is why the next field mission was incredibly tense, so very tense. Gaz was trying to defuse the tension, as was Soap, but nothing was working. It remained tense and uncomfortable, “Успокойтесь все вы.” (Calm down, all of you.) Price glanced at Silence as he spoke, “He said we should all calm down..” Ghost noticed the oddly tense look in Silence’s shoulders. It was almost like he knew something they didn’t. And he probably did.

[ridingthechaos]

Sanity Isn’t The Void.

CHAPTER ONE

Directory

“Empathy, the least you could do is have empathy.”

That sentence resonated with Silence as he went through life. It was the first sentence Price had said to him when he first joined 141. He remembers distinctly the night he was rescued from his father’s grasp, Vladimir Makarov is a horrible father. Silence looks almost identical to him, except he doesn’t he doesn’t have the horrible hairline. As he adjusted his mask he realized just how lucky he was not to be in his father’s grasp.

“Silence, you in here?” It was Soap, was he coming check on Silence since he was taking so damn long? A sigh came from the masked male, “I am, yes, come in.” His Russian accent was thick today. Soap slowly walked into the room coming to find Silence glaring at his face in the mirror.

Soap let out a disappointed sigh, rubbing his mohawk with one hand, “Lad, you aren’t your father. There isn’t a need to glare at your reflection.” He walked behind Silence and tentatively placed his hands on the male’s shoulders. The shorter male flinched under the other’s touch, “I know, but It feels like I am.” Silence murmured, turning to face Soap. Soap huffed, “You’re coming with me to see Price.”

Before Silence could protest he was picked up by Soap, “What?! No! Johnny put me down!” His protests went unheard as his mask slipped onto his face and he was hauled to Price’s office. Silence stopped fighting against Soap halfway there, only to get a satisfied huff from the Scottish male. Price had been expecting these two, but he hadn’t been expecting to see Silence just casually dangling from Soap’s arms.

“Well ain’t that a sight to behold.” Price chuckled, taking Silence from Soap. The Russian male scoffed as he was passed around like a cup of coffee when the squad can only make one cup. Soap saluted to Price and then walked off, probably to go harass Simon.

Price sighed as he sat down across from Silence, “Son, how many times do I have to tell you that you aren’t jack anything like your father?” Silence slid down slightly in the chair he was sitting in, “Maybe until the day I die by his hands.” A shocked sound came from Price. ‘Killed by his hands?’ What does Silence mean by that? Does the younger male know something that Price doesn’t? If so, what is it? So many questions are being raised and there aren’t enough answers.

“What do you mean by that?” Price asked, leaning forward onto his desk with a concerned glance. Silence chuckled dryly, he stared up at his superior’s face with a look that said ‘you already know’. John gasped, gaping at Chris. The boy was telling the truth? Makarov was planning on killing him? His own son? Dang, father of the year right here. All the while he hadn’t taken his mask off.

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The mission had been running smoothly, no casualties had happened and everything was going well. Until Silence heard a familiar voice of Russian and broken English, he froze, nearly dropping his rifle. Silence could hear Price on his earpiece, but he couldn’t focus on what he was saying.

“Chris.”

The voice was sickeningly sweet and made Silence’s chest squeeze with a sense of nostalgia. Why must he be here? Why? Slowly, Silence turned towards the man he knew as his father. He visibly swallowed when he saw the scarred and feared male, “Makarov.” He said with a shaky voice. Price’s voice was warning him to get out of there, to not engage with Vladimir Makarov. But every inch of Chris’s body was disagreeing and was positively tempted to engage.

“Daww.. Don’t be like that to your father, I raised you, you ungrateful brat.” The terrorist of a man hissed towards the soldier. How odd how these two were related when they acted nothing alike, “No. You aren’t my father. You will never be my father.” Silence backed up, he was starting to tremble. Makarov opened his arms towards Chris, “Come on, my boy, come give your father a hug.” He approached the masked male, a thin lipped grin on his face. The yells to not engage from Price were growing louder, more distinct. But he still didn’t listen.

Makarov was approaching so close to Silence, the shorter male was close to having a panic attack from this. He didn’t want to be hugged by this man, knowing full well how it would end. Then it was intercepted by Ghost, god bless Simon. One of Simon’s daggers was pointed dead at Makarov’s face, he was the placement between the two. Vladimir growled, “Let me see my son.” A dark chuckle was ripped from Ghost’s throat. He put himself more between Makarov and Silence, “No, he is not your son.” Silence was breathing slightly easier, thankfully.

Silence was having a relatively hard time breathing, but he still pushed through. Vladimir growled and walked away, odd, he wasn’t putting up a fight. Ghost turned to Silence as sighed, it wasn’t everyday that the only Russian soldier on the British unit got face to face with his father. Simon crouched down to Chris’s height, “You alright, mate?” Silence nodded, he was still terrified though. Ghost stood back up to his full height, “Come on, let’s get you back to the team.”

As they walked back to the team, Price was finally heard by Silence, “You alright, kid? Back with us?” A shaky ‘yes’ left Chris’s lips, he was still on edge. Simon chuckled beside Silence, still guiding him back to the team. They had an eventful day, it was a day they were glad to be over with. The other three were grateful to see Chris, “Hey buddy.” Gaz greeted, ruffling Silence’s hair.

“Alright, Kyle, give the boy some space.” Price chuckled pushing past Gaz and Soap, “Are you sure you’re alright? You don’t have to be, we all have our issues, but it’s like a big family.” Chris’s eyes twitched under that mask of his. He hadn’t been expecting to hear that from Price of all people. But he nodded, “I’m not okay,” he let out shakily, getting a lot of concerned stares from the other four men, “I saw the years I spent with.. Him, before Simon placed himself between us.” Ghost chuckled, now ruffling Silence’s hair himself.

He let out a surprised squeak, not really expecting probably the toughest person in 141 to ruffle his chaos of hair. Soap then hauled Chris over his head like a loaf of bread, “Let’s go celebrate the success of this mission, aye?” Silence blinked slowly as Johnny spoke, absolutely confused how this twig of a Scottish man could lift him over his head.

At least everything was okay.. For now.