As we drove. We fell into a casual conversation. My ankle still hurt like hell, I tried to improvise a tight support with my sock. It didn't help in the slightest. I could of gone to Arem, but he was breezing ahead of us in a different truck. I sighed and scratched at the scar on my cheek. The stitches were beginning to dissolve, but the gash remained as red and obvious as ever.

Will I get to go home after this? I wonder as I trace the scar with my fingertips, if I do get a chance to see the family. I have quite a bit of explaining to do.

The men's chatter didn't ease my worries altogether, I still had the nagging feeling that our escape was about to be cut short. But I didn't want to bring the men down, not while they were getting themselves all exited about the drinking they we going to do when we got back to base. I pushed my paranoia to the back of my mind again and tuned in to the conversation just as Griggs was bitching about the quality of beer he get's on his base.

''It's just too hot man...'' He began ''But room temperature? Please, a beer should be ice cold!'' I chuckled, he turned and flashed me a smile.

''A lager maybe, or a glass of water like you drink'' Price chipped in with a smirk ''But a pint of stout?''

''How about some whiskey?'' Gaz asked ''What's that Welsh stuff called...'' He glance at me in the rear view mirror ''Trafford?''

''Uhhh'' I stammered while I racked my brain, I thought back to my late mothers old favorites ''Penderyn?'' Gaz shook his head.

''Might not be Welsh...'' He said scratching his stubble.

''Jack Daniels? Connemara? Firewater? Single Malt?'' I went on listing my parents favorites. Gaz gave an amused laugh.

''Connemara, that's the one'' He paused and chuckled again ''You're an enthusiast i'm guessing?''

''You could say that'' I laughed. Thankful that my dad had educated me on the subject. ''But I make sure not to drink anything younger than ten years, it's just bland otherwise''

''The girl knows her whiskey'' Price commented, his face spreading into an amused smile ''I'm impressed''

''Whiskey?'' Griggs scoffed ''Heh, I'm gonna have to school y'all both when we get back stateside''

''Yeah, well, either way we're stopping at London first'' Gaz said ''And I'm buying''

A quick chuckled swept through the five of us. Even Soap managed a genuine smile. We settled into a comfortable silence, we turned onto a road and continued down the mountain. Something burst beside me, sending hundreds of tiny splinters my way. I yelped and ducked. I didn't take a genius to realize that someone was shooting at us. My stomach dropped as I scrabbled for weapon, I looked over at Soap. He was crouched and reloading. I risked a peek over the crate, a group of four or five trucks were in pursuit. I cursed under my breath as I prepared to fire.

I bloody knew this would happen...

Our truck shook violently as Gaz barely managed to pull of a sharp turn. Nearly throwing me over the side.

''Hang on!'' Griggs yelled. I cursed again as one of the Ultranationalist trucks closed in on our left, my side. I ducked as a barrage of gunfire hit the thin metal, when they paused to reload I grabbed my weapon and shot their tires. The vehicle began to swerve, spilling a few soldiers onto the road as the driver struggled to regain control. He failed as the truck flipped into a ditch, I threw a grenade their way, just to be sure. The grenade exploded near the bonnet, causing the truck to go up in flames.

''Baseplate this is Bravo Six, what's the status on our helicopter, over?'' I heard Price yelled over the radio, Soap and I continued to fire. But for every truck we destroyed two more seemed to be taking their place. It was only a matter of time before we were overrun.

''Bravo Six, the bird has been delayed. ETA fifteen minutes'' Baseplate's answer came. I tried to control the nerves that jumped in m stomach and the panic the was steadily beginning to rise.

''Not good enough, Baseplate! We'll be dead in ten!'' Price's angrily replied. I reloaded with shaky hands. We were suddenly submerged in darkness as we entered a tunnel. And within seconds two Russian trucks had appeared either side of us.

''We're getting boxed in!'' I screamed without meaning to, panic evident in my voice. I caught Gaz glance back and curse before trying a swerving maneuver. I used the distraction to try and take out the driver on my side, it worked but it caused them to knock us as they lost control.

''There's an RPG on that truck!'' Gaz yelled, I swung my weapon and fired at the only standing Ultranationalist while Soap was occupied with the driver. Every shot missed except for one that clipped his knee, he crumpled to the floor in pain. I swiftly grabbed one of the mags littered around me and finished him off.

''He's down'' I called back.

''Nice shootin' there kid!'' Griggs responded.

The battle raged on, with no signs of the Russian ranks diminishing. Without warning a civilian tanker plowed past us, knocking one of the enemies jeep's and flipping it. To top it off the thing exploded upon contact. I was quickly distracted from the spectacle when a Hind flew overhead. I exchanged a wary glance with Soap. The copper fired a missile, it hit the tunnel just as we were emerging. The concrete structure collapsed in on itself, leaving a cloud of thick dust.

''Pick up an RPG and fire on that Hind!'' Price commanded. I looked to Soap.

''I'll deal with the trucks'' My voice wobbling slightly. He nodded and grabbed the RPG from the corner. I turned my attention to the pursuing vehicles. Gaz kept the truck steady enough for Soap to aim, I watched as the the Hind popped its flares and avoided every single one of Soaps shots. However, my dismay was short lived as the Hind drifted right and disappeared altogether.

''The Hind's buggered off!'' I called back to the Captain.

''Must of run out of ammo'' Gaz said, he glanced back and shrugged ''That's good enough for me''

''Yeah no kidd...'' Griggs paused before screaming ''Oh shit, he's about to take the bridge!''

The truck rattled as the Hind's missiles destroyed our only escape. My stomach sank to my boots as I stared in disbelief, we were so close...

''Stop the bloody truck!'' Price yelled, I watched and hung on to the side for dear life as Gaz slammed his foot on the brakes and wrenched the steering wheel to the left. The sudden lurch threw my upper body dangerously far over the edge. I felt the truck tilt, before I could even think about getting back on my feet our jeep flips. I throw up my hands in a feeble attempt to defend myself as I fall forwards, my head meets the tarmac and everything goes black.

By some miracle I manage to drag myself from the brink of unconsciousness, I find myself lying on my back. With a long, drawn out groan and force myself to sit up. Pain rips through every fiber of my being, I rolled my arms and twisted my torso a few times. It didn't feel like anything was broken. I look at the destruction around me. The bridge had all but completely crumbled and was on a dangerous downward slope.

I tried to move, only to discover that my injured foot was trapped under a thick slab of concrete. I see the jeep a few meters away on it's roof, but no signs of the others. I gather up my strength and try to push the stone of my leg, it shifted slightly. But in a way that made my whole leg explode with agony. I cried out and bit the inside of my cheek, tasting blood as tears stung my eyes. I tried to wriggle free, but I couldn't get my foot to move.

''Trafford!'' I turn as much as I can and see Gaz, he appears to be unharmed, save for the blood slowly streaming from a cut above his eyebrow. He crouched beside me and examines the concrete trapping my leg.

''Keep still'' He ordered, I nodded and closed my eyes. I yanked my leg back as the weight was lifted. I couldn't stop a pained groan escaping my lips, along with a few tears.

''Can you walk?'' Gaz asked, I swallowed and shook my head.

''I think it might be broken'' I gasped as I tried to move it. This feels worse than a broken leg somehow...

''Come on'' He said gently. He wrapped one arm around my waist ''We gotta get off this thing before it caves''

Head still fuzzy. I allowed myself to be pulled up. I ground my teeth together. My chest heaved as I tried to keep up with Gaz as he dragged me over the piles of rubble.

We both collapsed behind a wrecked car for cover. When I had my senses back I felt something warm dribble down the side of my face. I frowned and followed the blood trail with trembling fingertips until I felt another gash along my temple. I bit my lip and forced another wave of tears back. Another scar for the collection.

''Baseplate this is Bravo Five!'' Gaz's voice caused me to open my eyes again ''We are under heavy attack at the highway bridge at map grid 244352. Request helicopter gunship support! Over!''

Gaz handed me a discarded rifle, clapped my shoulder and pushed forward to Arems position. I twisted around and peered over the top of the bonnet. My eyes fell on the giant tanker that blocked our way, then the endless stream of Russian soldiers rappelling from helicopters and coming out of vehicles.

''Workin' on it Bravo Five. Loyalists forces in the area may be able to assist but we cannot confirm at this time. Baseplate out'' Baseplate replied.

''Useless wanker!'' Gaz screamed. My heart sank as I watched the swarming forces.

''Gaz, gimme a sitrep on those helicopters!'' Price yelled, I glanced to my right and saw him crouched behind another totaled vehicle next to me.

''Captain Price! We are on our own sir!" Gaz replied. I altered my position as best I could so I could fire on the Russians. There weren't many of us left now. I blinked rapidly to clear my still-foggy eyes.

We're not making it out of here...

''Bravo Team, this is Sgt. Kamarov, I understand you and your men could use some help'' I frowned and looked over to Price. Who looked more than happy at the moment.

''It's bloody good to hear from you mate!'' I heard Gaz yell. I took this a a good sign.

''Standby, we're almost there, ETA 3 minutes Kamarov out'' The Russian replied. I released the breath I had been holding, maybe it wasn't completely hopeless after all.

The small glimmer of hope I had disappeared the second the Hind made a reappearance. I screamed and covered my head as one of it's missiles struck the ground a few meters away from me.

Those fucking loyalists had better hurry the hell up...

''The tanker's about to blow! Move!'' I barely heard Griggs over the noise. But as the reality sunk in my heart stopped. My eyes darted between the Hind and burning tanker. I tried to crawl away...

The deafening blast echoed throughout the entire Caucasus Mountains.

I feel weightless, I saw and heard nothing but a dreadful high pitched ring in both ears. I was pretty sure that I was screaming at the top of my lungs. But it was cut short as I hit the ground again, my bare forearms scraping across the broken glass and debris. A weak groan escapes my lips. I keep my eyes closed, I can feel the ground pressing against my cheek. Eventually, the horrible ringing subsides somewhat and I feel I can open my eyes. Even though I might not like what i'm about to see...

My eyelids slowly flutter open. Everything's blurry, it takes a few seconds for my vision to adjust. Then I realize i'm lying on my side. My breaths come short and shallow, and that's when I felt the agony of my injuries. I couldn't even pinpoint where the pain was coming from, just everywhere. I made no effort to hold tears back as each one of my breaths turned into sobs. I coughed a few times and tasted blood on the very back of my tongue. I pressed a shaky hand to my stomach, I started to panic when I felt hot blood trickling from a wound.

Movement caught my eye, the only movement I was able to make was a slight twist of my head. I blinked a few times. I see Gaz, lying on his back, delirious. Probably only now regaining consciousness. But it's the figure behind him that caused my heart to stop.

He was tall, bald, wore a brown trench coat and was missing his left arm...

Imran Zakhaev

My blood runs cold as I watch him level his pistol. Even with my head injury I can tell that he plans on drawing this whole thin out, executing us one by one. I open my mouth to scream, but it catches in my throat as the Ultranationalist pulls the trigger. Blood and brain matter sprays from the Englishman's head. Gaz writhed a few times, then went still. A shaky 'no' is all I can manage to mutter as I watch one of Zakhaev's guards execute Arem as he tried to drag himself away. The medic twitched violently as a hail bullets were emptied into his back. His glazed, empty eyes looking right through me. I try to search for Wallcroft, but neither him nor Griffen are anywhere to be seen. Maybe they're already gone.

This can't be happening again...

All I can do is watch helplessly as my friends were gunned down before me. The guard that had just finished off a struggling Lovejoy turned to me. Merciless, evil eyes that wanted nothing more than to see me perish.

I'd never spent much time dwelling on the possibility of being killed in action. Of course I knew I had a dangerous job, but Lieutenant Frost had always told me that I would drive myself nuts thinking about how I was going to kick the bucket. Especially since I joined the SAS. But here I am, bleeding, mangled. And seconds away from death.

I watch as the Russian gives a smirk before leveling his weapon. More tears pour down my cheeks as I close my eyes and wait. I think of dad, Carys and Ashley. How iv'e been hiding from them what I really did. What would they think of me? Would they hate me for lying? Maybe they won't be upset. What are my CO's going to tell them? Hero's death maybe. I don't care, I don't want to leave them behind. The twins are barely old enough to understand war properly as it is. They already lost their mother, now they have to lose their older sister to? What have I done to this family...

After a few seconds of agonizing waiting it never comes. I cautiously open my eyes, I look to the sky and see that the loyalists had finally arrived. Zakhaev's chopper was spinning to the ground in flames. Zakhaev and his guards were momentarily distracted. I coughed again, blood trickled up from the back of my throat and splattered onto the concrete.

Three gunshots rang out. I froze but felt no pain. After a few moments of confusion my eyes drift down to three dead bodies mingled among Gaz, Arem and Lovejoy. My eyes widened in astonishment. I use what little strength I have left to tilt my head up. My eyes meet with Soap's. His was partially sat up, his arm stretched out, holding a pistol in a trembling grip. Captain Price lay motionless a few meters away from him. My heart aches as I look at the old Captain who I genuinely thought was untouchable. If all this is enough to bring down someone like Price then I don't have much hope now. I turn back to the Scott's gaze. I didn't quite recognize the look in his eyes, but the intensity was enough to make my heart pound with what little momentum it had left. I didn't want to look away.

It was just us now.

My head fell back to the ground as by body slowly became numb. My eyes clouded over and it was only a matter of minutes now...

After what felt like an age I flinch and groan as something presses into the side of my neck. I'm mildly surprised that I even had the energy to make any sort of noise or movement at all. Someone gently grabbed my shoulder and rolled me onto my back. I struggle weakly as someone straps a mask over my mouth and nose. It made breathing a lot easier, but i'm not sure what good that's going to do me now.

''She's losing blood'' A male Russian voice said ''She won't last much longer!''

The Russians words fall heavy on my ears. Looks like I'm finally on deaths door. My second chance (if you can call it that) didn't last very long. I think of Gaz, Arem, Lovejoy, Wallcroft, Griffen, Price and Soap. All gone. My breathing became slower, It became impossible to concentrate. So I relented and welcomed the peace and quiet unconsciousness brought.

Zakhaev was dead. All this loss wasn't for nothing, we all died bringing him down. And even though he took us all with him. It was over...

Sigh. there it is, it's done. That's how it ends, but i'm sure Taylor's life is about to get much worse :P

Iv'e really enjoyed writing this and I am brainstorming a sequel, i'm thinking about bypassing Modern Warfare 2 altogether and going straight into Modern Warfare 3 since I never really pictured Taylor as part of the 141 ;) what do you lot think?

I also have a scattered collection of one-shots that need tweaking, they're really just to explore the friendships within the team and Taylor's family and back story.

Big thanks to the reviewers! Both signed and anonymous :) if it were physically possible to hug you all right now. I would :)

While i'm here. I do not own Modern Warfare or any of its characters, but Taylor is mine :)

But pleaaaaaase review or send a PM! I really wanna know what you think and I want to grow as a writer, so any tips or ideas are appreciated. But if you hate this story and have nothing constructive to say. Please leave, don't bother writing to tell me. It's a waste of your time.