What's up guys! It's Archangel. I've wanted to do this story for a while now. It shows the other side of the story for Modern Warfare 2. You're smart and beautiful people. You know what to do. R&R!
Chapter 1. Why We Kill
"Yo Patriot." I turned to the voice of my best friend. "Sup Redcell", I returned. My best bro jogged over. He and I were members of the greatest ensemble of warriors from all over the globe. "So what does the bane of Task Force 141 want?" I joked. Redcell put his hands on his hips and arched an eyebrow. "It's so sad to see a high level operative like Patriot make such a stupid mistake. We're not the 141 anymore, remember." "Oh yeah, what is it now? Shadow Company." General Sheperd, one of the greatest men I had ever known, had the entire unit changed. For whatever reason. Not that I cared. The man was a hero. A hero with a blank check.
Redcell shook his head and laughed. "You look so serious when go into thought like that." I joined in the laugh. "I was just thinkin' about everything. The whole situation with the world and us and stuff." "Ghost woulda' smacked you upside the head if he were here." We laughed at the memory of the British bastard. But it slowed and turned to sadness. Ghost was a close friend of ours. Gen. Sheperd said he died helping secure the DSM. Though we got it, the mission was a disaster. We lost eight men that day. Three of them were friends, Ghost, Ozone, and Scarecrow. Operatives Gator, Preacher, Robot, and Rocket also died. Then there was Roach. While I had never met Roach personnel, Ghost only spoke great things about him, so he seemed like an alright guy to me. Sheperd said he was hit by a mortar, and forced himself to stay alive till he handed him the DSM.
As I thought of my friends and comrades, I thought of how they died, and then why. And with it came rage. "Captains" Mactavish and Price had tipped off Makarov about it. At least that's what Sheperd said his intel said. They compromised the team, their brothers, and now were fucking traitors. I gnashed my teeth thinking about them. Not for the first time I was thankful for the now mandatory no-mouth baklavas.
Redcell started walking and gestured for me to follow. "C'mon, let's go outside for a smoke." "Oh fuck that man. That shit will kill you." Redcell rolled his eyes. "OK, I'll have a smoke, you can just come with me. The point is, you've been in this cave way too long. It's getting' to ya'." I holstered my Desert Eagle, or Deagle, and picked up my SCAR holographic sight grenade launcher assault rifle, along with my AA-12 grip and drum mag shotgun. Redcell looked at me like I was crazy. "Patriot, we are going out for a smoke, not goin' back to Vietnam." "First, you are the one going for a smoke, not me. Second, a couple of Russians were captured after they were found pokin' around. I'm not takin' any chances." "Hmm, you may have a point there." In response, on our way out he picked up an ACR.
I followed Redcell outside. While the sun felt good, who was the genius who made our uniforms black. In the desert. Next to me Redcell lit up a cigar, and started smoking through the baklava. "I still don't know how you do that." He laughed. "Trade secret me amigo." "Not really dude, I've seen a lot of other guys able to do it. Including Russians." "Hey Patriot, you wanna SHUT UP!" We laughed together and enjoyed the temporary peace we had.
"Shit!" I said fumbling for my radio. "Whats up?" "I have to check in with D-5. They went out on patrol with a couple of dogs earlier." I pushed down the button to transmit. "D-5, Patriot, whats goin' on dude?" I waited for a response. None came. "D-5, Patriot, come in over." Nothing. "Disciple 5, Patriot, come in, over." Redcell looked over, "what's wrong?" "They aren't resonding." "Well weren't they the squad that found and had a scuffle with the ruskies? Their radios are probably damaged." This made sense. "You're probably right. I'll get someone on it. Perks of bein' an officer." "Amen to that brother." I returned to the radio. "Oxide, Patriot, you there?" The radio buzzed. "Patriot, Oxide, what's up over." "I can't reach Disciple 5. Could probably just the sandstorm, or a bad transmitter." I agreed and let him make the call.
By this time Redcell had finished his cigar so we went for a little walk around the base. The sounds of all the kinds of helicopters was comforting. I loved helicopters. They were cool. But I thought the same for all military stuff. Redcell liked to tease me by telling other soldiers I had a fetish for commando stuff. I would deny it, but it was kinda true. I have a crush on that actress Michelle Rodriguez, and I thought she looked sexiest in Resident Evil or Battle LA. Or Avatar for that matter.
My thoughts were interrupted when walked right into something. That something turned out to be a somebody, as I heard a yelp and felt something claw at my face. We fell back, me on top. Because of the flailing, I couldn't stop the fall with my hands, and fell on top of the poor person. "Ow! Wanna watch where you're going?" I was surprised at the voice. That voice was female. What the hell? Woman were in the military, a fact I had no problem with, but not in special forces. I looked down at the face under mine, and oh what a beauty it was. The girl, no, woman, had black hair tied in a ponytail, tan/brown skin, but with lightning blue eyes, which was odd. The fatigues she was wearing only intensified the look. I actually stared, something I don't usually do. "Look perv, you wanna get off me? Or do I have to call out for someone. I'm sure there are plenty of guys here who wouldn't like you mistreating a lady." "Huh? Oh shit! Sorry!" I got up off the poor woman, and then helped her off the ground. As I helped her, I noticed the name on her uniform. M. Colemam. I have definitely heard that name before. "First you push me down and land on top of me, then you stare at my chest? You aren't making a great first impression." I realized that by looking at the name tag, I looked like I was looking at her chest. It didn't help that the loose fatigues didn't hide their size to well. They were easily in the Ds or Es. I quickly lifted my head to apologize, but found her smirking at me. "Listen buddy when you've got a face as cute as yours, all you need to do was start a conversation." Cute face? What did she mean by…SHIT! My baklava's down! I pulled it back up over my nose where it belonged. She chuckled at her little triumph of making me distressed. "You boys are Shadow Company, right?" Redcell stepped forward. "That we are ma'am. If it's ok to ask, who are you? We've never seen you around the base before." Coleman picked up her bag. "Coleman, Mara. I'm a marine logistics officer." Again the last name stuck out at me. Coleman, Coleman,… fuck! Where have I heard that name before? "I just finished being interviewed by Gen. Sheperd. I'm just leaving now." She gave us each a once over. "The stories about you guys are true." I looked over at Redcell who did the same to me. He had the same expression I did. The WTF face. "What stories?" "You guys are relaxed right now, but you admit an, aura of a killer. One who could bring me down with ease and without remorse." She walked off to the waiting Black Hawk waiting to take her back to where ever she came from. I looked on after her. "Aaaaaaaaawwwww. Patriot's got a cruuuuuuuuussssshhhhh," Redcell gushed exaggeratingly. "Oh go fuck yourself.
We had resumed our walk. The name Coleman was still bothering me. Why the fuck can't I remem-"Disciple 6! Your rear guard just flatlined!" the radio buzzed. The message wasn't to me, but it didn't matter. Flatlined! Redcell looked just as horrified. "What the hell! 10 soldiers dead!" The two over the radio kept talking. "That's not possible we just checked that area. Nobodies"- "Its Price." I stopped listening. I stopped everything. Price. "Patriot we gotta moved man." Price. The name echoed in me again. "Patriot! What the hell? You ok?" PRICE!
Aaaaaaaaand, scene. How'd you like it? I know not much action, but the best has yet to come. Lol, I said come. Anyway, this will be one of the rare calm chapters in the story so R&R, you know the deal. By the by, the thing with the whole renaming situation is actually true. Shadow Company is TF 141 lied to. Kinda sucks in hindsight doesn't it?