Redemption

CHAPTER VI: Right Nor Wrong

He has finally heard a voice that he'd been longing for. All the dots connected perfectly because it was Soap. He felt like he had a good connection with Soap at first because they've been acting like brothers-in-arms in the past before be betrayed them. Even though it wasn't really a good moment to be reminiscing a past, he was just happy because this means he has a chance with 1-4-1.

His golden moment. A fool's gold. 

"How are... you alive?!" The man behind the transmitter couldn't believe it either. Graves lived after that horrendous explosion that he himself bombarded with C4's. It was truly shocking because such an explosion could kill a man as poisonous as Graves, but it didn't. Ambitions are that strong. 

"...It's a long story." 

The sergeant mumbled so many curses behind the transmitter, mostly curses. It was as if Graves weren't there and he was just venting to himself, sobbing and releasing his anger through a walkie-talkie. But really, he was just as shocked as Graves when he thought he was dead. A touch of anger and denial. 

"Do you FUCKING know how MANY innocent people you've killed!?" He finally broke out of the denial phase, he assumes. It was quick, like a flash of emotions went through him and manifested many phases all at once, then turned back to anger. "And you have the NERVE to be alive." 

He continued speaking about Graves' acts that got them all involved into killing him. 

But that wasn't him anymore. He could only hold the transmitter on the table with his hand shaking. No words can express how happy he was to finally hear a voice coming from his old allies, yet they don't see how hard he has tried to be with them again. It hurt him, but it felt good. 

His eyes were on the verge of waterworks, empty and had no feelings whatsoever and he could only listen to Soap talking through the transmitter as every word struck him and would force tears to slowly form. 

"J-just... listen to me. Please." He begged through the transmitter, his voice quivering. 

"No words can even describe how happy we were when you were killed in action, Graves. Yet, your shitass lived, and you're probably gon' cause us even more harm than ever." 

How can he? He's the one being held hostage. 

"Soap..." He begged- 

"Ahh... Forget it. I hope you know that we are gon' try killing ya' soon again." He wasn't listening.

"Price!-..." Graves cut off the communication by turning off the transmitter. He couldn't believe it. Soap didn't listen and know they're probably going to plan out how to kill him once and for all. He threw the transmitter to the wall as it shatters completely, and now those tears flew like a waterfall. 

He covered his face as it smudges the tears even more, spreading it out. He was practically shouting in anger because of how he didn't get heard by Soap. All he wanted was to talk. Was given the chance but threw it. 

He wasn't lying about going to change for the better. He wasn't. He didn't.