**One thing that bothered me about MW3 was that no one came looking for Price or Soap for killing General Shepherd. So I decided to write a story that takes place after the events of MW3 and go from there. I hated that Yuri had to die, he was definitely my favorite as well one of the richest in backstory and perspective. So I made some OCs to go along with what I think is a pretty solid story line so far. It is still being written but would appreciate some feedback on what I have so far. Its quick and action packed, in the true style of Modern Warfare.
Day 1- "Another Day at the Office"
Hereford, England
1730 Hours
Lieutenant Liz Allard readied her MP5SD for breach, keeping her breathing steady. In front of her, Sergeant Andy Bancroft finished prepping the charge on the door frame. He gave the thumbs up when he was done and took his position. As team leader, she was to be the first one in the room. She had been taught to lead from the front, always.
Bancroft flipped the detonator, counted to five and hit the trigger. The door exploded inward in a cloud of fire and wood splinters. Her weapon tight in her shoulder she moved into the room, firing quick double-taps into the tangos. Behind Allard, her team fanned out and engaged the remaining hostiles with accurate fire. They moved further into the house, engaging several more tangos that had survived the initial breach.
Coming to a corner, she prepped and threw a flash bang down the hall, moving the second after it detonated. A hostile was leaned against the door frame, stunned by the explosion. She fired two shots to his chest before pulling her sidearm, a Sig 9mm in a firm high grip and moving into the room where the hostage was. Two hostiles with Uzis were on either side of the hostage. She double tapped one while Bancroft shot the other twice in the side of the head with his MP5SD. All tangos were down, and the hostage was secured.
"Clear!" she reported.
"Clear!" came the replies of her team throughout the house. Allard checked her watch. One minute and thirty-five seconds, a new squadron record. A lone clapping came from above her.
"Not bad, Allard but its not hard to improve on garbage." His voice was gruff and unrefined. "That's it for today. Refit and kit up same time tomorrow." Major John Price stubbed out his cigar and left the observation tower, heading for the kill house.
Liz Allard was one of the only females that had successfully passed SAS selection and assessment. When Price had awarded her with her own, Allard considered it her greatest honor and she did everything to prove that it was well deserved. He trained her hard and constantly and the results were showing brightly in the new team. Pulling off her black balaclava, her auburn hair spilled out along with her pony tail holder. While she was a soldier and an officer, Liz was an operator and not expected to follow standard army grooming standards. Her hair was kept long because she could be at any time expected to look and act like a civilian.
"Damn good job, Allard" Bancroft clapped a hand on her shoulder harness. They wore the standard black fatigues and LBE favored by the Regiment.
"Thanks, Bancroft. Think we impressed the old man some didn't we?" she flashed a brilliant smile. Originally Allard had studied modeling and had the body and looks for it, but opted for an army commission instead. Absolutely gorgeous to say the least, it was also a disarming trait because many men didn't take her seriously upon meeting her. And she had proven them wrong every time.
"No doubt. We damn near beat his old record back when he ran ops and the only other one who came close to beating his was Soap MacTavish." He spoke the name with solemn reverence. Another legend in the SAS, him and Price had been good friends and teammates before and during the War. He had died in Price's arms in Prague after failing to assassinate Vladimir Makarov. His name amongst many others, were on the wall beneath the Clock tower.
"Then we best keep it up, don't you think? Well change out and knock off for the evening. Be at the armory by 0700." she told him.
"Right. Have a good one." Bancroft headed off with the rest of the team, jawing and pointing out each other's shortcomings. They were a solid team, but more than that; they were her team.