Funkyshnelpu jr: So after I posted the first chapter for A New Threat, I figured I can do better. I am revamping A New Threat and renovating the way the story is being written. This story is now officially being co-authored by the very talented OpD353RT5TORM. I approached him with the offer and he was glad to help. He is currently focused on his own fanfics at the moment so his contributions will mainly be correcting my mistakes and making this story that much better. He will have a much larger role once we get further into the plot. Thanks, man. OpD353RT5TORM and I do not own the rights to Call of Duty. I own Call of Duty: Ghosts, but that's about it. We only own our two original characters, one present here and for most of the story, and the other present later on in the story. Now, let's get this show started.

D353RT5TORM: This is your copilot 5TORM speaking. I'm here to do things and stuff. Yes, I am the author of Rangers Lead the Way, Никто, кроме нас!. No, this won't be anything like it.


Lt. Ryu "Shadow" Oda

Task Force 141

Georgian-Russian Border

Day 6 (August 14, 2016)

Lt. Ryu "Shadow" Oda was clad in Crye Multicam pants, coyote tan tactical shoes, a gray fleece jacket with black Oakley assault gloves, a black balaclava with a skull pattern, and black shades that covered his eyes. He locked a mag into TAR-21 with a Holographic sight mounted on top, the extended magazine packed with full metal jacketed rounds. Two .44 Magnum revolvers were holstered at his thighs, and two combat knives strapped to his waist. He crouched next to his best friend Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley. Shadow was excited, for today was they day they would kill Makarov and end the bastard's reign of terror. Ghost, dressed in the same outfit as Shadow but with dark red shades and a headset on, was armed with an ACR with a Holographic sight and a M9, was leading this strike team. The strike team consisted of himself, Shadow, Sgt. Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Ozone, Scarecrow, Archer, Toad, and several other Task Force 141 members. Roach, setup with the same gear as Ghost and dressed the same but save shades and a plain black balaclava, adjusted his combat helmet. He squatted next to Shadow while Archer and Toad, both of whom were equipped with M14-EBRs and clothed in ghillie suits, were crouched at the edge of the cliff with their snipers trained on the distant safehouse below. Ozone and Scarecrow, both of whom had the same loadout as Roach and Ghost, were posted further down the cliff.

"Snipers in position." Archer reported through the radio.

"Strike team, go." Ghost ordered as he, Shadow, and Roach began making their way down the cliff. "Engage Makarov on sight."

"Roger that. Solid copy." Archer replied.

"Let's go. Let's go," Ghost urged.

"Careful, boys," Shadow warned as they neared a line of trees. "They may have set traps around the perimeter."

"Copy that, Shadow," Ghost said. "Thanks for the heads up, brother."

Ozone and Scarecrow began following them as they passed. As the strike team began their move through the trees, landmines suddenly jumped up from the ground and flew straight into the air.

"Ambush!" Ghost screamed. "Get down!"

Everyone threw themselves to a prone position. A few, however, were not so lucky and were shredded by a few of the landmines. The explosions disoriented some of the strike team members. Roach was affected the most, trying to blink the cloudy vision away and shaking his head from the ringing.

"Targets on our left!" Shadow announced and opened fire on the Ultranationalists that appeared. He dropped his gun, ran and slid to Roach's side and pulled him to his feet. Drawing a .44 Magnum from its holster on his right thigh, he fired at several Ultranationalists as he carried Roach to a spot with a bit more cover.

"I'm good, Shadow," Roach chuckled, firing his weapon in the general direction he thought the enemy was.

Shadow emptied his magnum and reloaded before holstering it and grabbing his dropped TAR-21. With his assault rifle in hand, he began taking down the Ultranationalists at a much faster rate than before

"Ambush!" someone shouted.

"Oh my god!" Shadow shouted in mock surprise. "I had no idea! How did you realize!?"

"Stow it, Shadow. Focus on the enemy!" Ghost scolded.

"Sorry, sir!" Shadow responded.

"They've got this area presighted for mortar fire!" Scarecrow realized.

Up ahead, thick smoke began to cloud in clumps.

"We need to move! We're bloody sitting ducks out here!" Shadow shouted as he took down several men with rapid, well placed shots.

"Shadow's right, we can't stay here!" Ghost affirmed. "Counterattack into the smoke! Push push push!"

The strike team sprinted into the thick smoke and took down the enemy as rapidly as they could. They took cover behind the trees and fired at the enemy as they retreated for better positioning.

"Ah fuck!" Roach screamed as a grenade slammed into his kneecap. He chucked the grenade back and killed half a dozen surprised Ultranationalists in the explosion.

I'm good! Bloody hell, that hurts," he groaned, dropping and rubbing his sore knee.

Several Ultranationalists tried taking cover behind some solar panels, but a few well placed shots from Archer and Toad took them out.

"We need to keep pushing!" Shadow shouted to Ghost.

"We can't stop the advance, let's go!" Ghost agreed.

"Keep pushing! Don't stop!" Ghost commanded.

The operators pushed up towards their destination, taking out more hostiles on the way.

As they approached a path just behind a row of solar panels, Archer spoke. "We got two trucks leaving the target building."

"Don't let those trucks get away!" Ghost shouted.

Roach stood in the direct path of the first truck. He shot out the front windshield of the truck, pulled the pin of an M67 frag grenade, and tossed it into the passenger seat. The grenade exploded and destroyed the first truck, the shrapnel taking out its occupants, thus preventing the second truck from moving. Ghost shot the second truck's driver in the head as the other men sprinted by.

"Nice job, Roach." Ghost said.

"Bloody fuckin' brilliant plan there, mate," Shadow praised, slapping Roach on the back as he ran past. Roach grinned beneath his balaclava, feeling a bit more confident. And confidence was just what everyone needed for their morale.

"Be advised," Archer reported. "We have not, I repeat, not spotted Makarov and no one else has left the house. Those trucks may have been decoys. Over."

"Dammit," Shadow cursed. "Boss, what do we do if Makarov isn't here?"

"If the bastard ain't here, we grab any intel we can find," Ghost replied.

"Roger," Shadow acknowledged just as a third and fourth truck came down the road. "More fuckin' trucks!" Shadow announced. The first truck screeched to a halt and unloaded several Ultranationalists. "Contacts, dismounting!"

"Dammit!" Ghost swore. "Clear the perimeter."

Roach rolled a few live high-explosive grenades under each truck, killing any men in or around the trucks as they detonated.

"Oh hell fucking yes, Roach!" Shadow chuckled. "That's the shit I'm fucking about! Bloody nice work there, mate."

Roach beamed and felt giddy inside at the praise. What a nice LT Shadow was. He was not usually this loud. He was usually more quiet and reserved. The excitement of finally taking down Makarov must have been making him more loud and animated.

"Breach and clear the safe house," Ghost ordered.

Ghost and Roach readied up on either side of the door at the closest side of the safe house. Ozone and Scarecrow knelt down a few feet from the door. Shadow went down to the basement side and smashed a window. He deftly climbed through and landed silently on the floor.

"I'm in the basement," he radioed. "I smashed in a window and climbed through. Hold up, I'll draw their attention, and then you can bust in."

"Solid copy, Shadow. Stay frosty," Ghost replied.

Shadow silently made his way through the basement. He came across an Ultranationalist who had his back to him. Shadow quickly snapped the man's neck and dragged his body to the window he came through. Shadow saw two more tangos standing around. He dropped his gun and drew both of his knives. With two flawless throws he sunk the knives into the back of the head of both men, killing them.

"Basement's clear. Moving to the next floor," he said.

"Solid copy." Ghost replied. "I feel like you did those fancy knife throws again... I can just sense it."

"Hurry up, Lieutenant. I'm bored out here." Roach mock whined. Shadow smirked.

"Piss off, Roach, and let me do my bloody work," he replied with no real malice in his words.

He picked up his gun and knives, cleaning the blades on the fallen men's clothes, and climbed the basement stairs. Noticing several men milling about, he shot one man with his TAR-21. Angry Russian shouting and gunfire mingled in the room as the enemies started shooting. An explosion rocked the building and blew shards of wood everywhere as rounds tore through the air. One man took a shard of wood to the eye and recoiled in pain. Roach shoved a live grenade down the man's vest and kicked him away. The grenade exploded and took out the man as well as a large section of a nearby wall. Shadow started laughing.

"That was bloody hilarious, Roach." he snickered.

"Office is clear," Ghost said. Roach climbed the stairs and quickly eliminated three men.

"Top floor is clear," he reported. "Lieutenant already cleared the basement."

"Ozone, photographs," Ghost ordered.

"Roger," Ozone replied.

"Shepherd, this is Ghost. No sign of Makarov. I repeat, no sign of Makarov," Ghost radioed.

"Roach," Shadow said. "Look for a computer. We need to get any intel we can from here. Don't want this to be a wasted journey."

"Roger," Roach replied, searching for the computer… even though there was an obvious setup right behind him.

"Captain Price, any luck in Afghanistan?" Ghost asked.

'Afghanistan? Isn't that where the first female Ranger was stationed?' Shadow wondered to himself. Then he wondered why he cared about the bloody Yanks' military in the first place.

"Plenty," Captain Price responded. "At least fifty hired guns here, but no sign of Makarov. Perhaps our intel was off."

"Dammit," Shadow scoffed. "I'm having Roach look for a computer in the hopes we can get something good from this."

"Found the computer." Roach proudly announced.

"Good. Start the transfer, Roach. Get everything you can off of that computer," Shadow ordered.

"Good thinking, Shadow," Captain Price said.

"Actually, sir. It was Ghost's idea," Shadow clarified.

"Nevermind that. This safehouse is a bloody goldmine," Ghost said, eyeing the house's treasures with glee.

"Copy that," Shepherd's gruff voice said. "Ghost, have your team collect everything they can for an operations playbook. Names, contacts, places, everything."

"We're already on it. Makarov will have nowhere to run," Ghost smirked cockily.

"That's the idea. An extraction team is on route to your location. ETA, five minutes. Shepherd out."

"Ozone, you're on rear security. I've got the front. Go." Ghost said. Ozone hurried to the back of the safe house.

"Roach," Shadow said. "Cover the DSM. We need those files."

"Roger," came Roach's reply. Shadow nodded.

"Task Force, this is Price. More of Makarov's men just arrived at the boneyard." Captain Price warned.

"You copy that, Ghost?" Shadow asked.

"Aye. Solid copy. I'll keep my eyes peeled, brother," Ghost said with a nod.

"Ghost, we're going silent for a few minutes. Good luck up there in Russia. Take care of Shadow for me. Price out."

"Guys, there's an armory in the basement. We better stock up while we can." Ozone suggested.

Shadow stepped outside of the safe house and planted a Claymore charge in the front doorway. He saw a large section of grass that was tall enough for him lie in it and not be seen. It provided an excellent view of the front of the safe house.

"Makarov's men are going to do whatever it takes to keep us from leaving with this intel. We need to protect the DSM until the transfer's done!" Ghost rallied. "Use the weapons caches and set up your Claymores if you've got them. Defensive positions, let's go!"

"Enemy fast-attack choppers coming in from the northwest." Archer reported.

"Roger that. Enemy helos approaching from the northwest." Ghost relayed.

"We need to cover the front lawn." Scarecrow said.

"I've got eyes on the lawn." Shadow replied.

"I'm moving to the main windows. I need someone to mine and cover the driveway approach." Ozone mumbled.

"Roach, use your claymores on the driveway and pull back to the house." Ghost commanded.

Shadow saw Roach sprint out of the safe house to the driveway and start planting Claymores before running back inside. He noticed dozens of Ultranationalists unloading from the helicopters. They ran up to the front of the house and several were immediately gunned down. Using the gunfire to mask the sound of his own shots, Shadow took down several more with precise headshots.

The Ultranationalists pulled back to regroup. They charged the safe house again a few moments later, but this time they tried surrounding it. The gunfire ripped through the air. Shadow took down dozens of men from his place in the grass.

"Watch the sides and rear." he said. "They're trying to storm all sides."

"Roach, cover the right side! Scarecrow, cover the back!" Ghost shouted from inside.

"RPG team moving in from the east." Archer announced.

"Roger that, RPG team moving in from the east." Ozone repeated.

"That's you, Roach. Keep us safe." Shadow said as he took down several more enemies.

"RPG team is down." Roach replied a few moments later.

"Roger that, RPG team is down."

"I have eyes on additional hostiles moving in on your position." Archer radioed. "They are moving in from the solar panels east of the house."

"Roger. I'll try to cut 'em off as they come through the trees." Roach said, locking a new mag into his weapon.

Several minutes of non stop gunfire and Ultranationalist death passed before anyone spoke again.

"RPG team approaching from the west." Archer sighed, breaking the silence.

"Solid copy. RPG team approaching from the west." Scarecrow said. "I'll take care of 'em."

"Sniper Team One to strike team, be advised, we've got enemy helos approaching from the northwest and southeast." Archer said.

"Roach, see if you can find an RPG or a Stinger. Try and take out those bloody choppers." Shadow said.

"I swear, I gotta do everything around here…" Roach grumbled.

"Enemy helos in fifteen seconds." Archer grunted.

"Roger that. Fifteen seconds," Roach continued. "I found several RPGs but no visual on the helos."

Shadow saw a trail of smoke shoot out from a window and impact with one of the approaching helicopters. The helicopter lost control and crashed into a crowd of Ultranationalists.

"Scratch that - got one visual." Roach reported. "I see the other helo. Taking it down."

A second trail of smoke shot out of a window and slammed second helicopter. It too went spinning to the ground.

"RPG team moving in from the southwest!" Archer shouted.

"Roger." Ozone said. "RPG team moving in from the southwest. I'm on 'em."

"They're dropping in more troops west of the house." Archer said. "Goddamn RPG teams, calm the fuck down, Russkies!"

"They're by the boathouse." Shadow observed, turning his sights on the boathouse to see several men emerge from around the side of it.

"I've got visual on the boathouse." Scarecrow said, pivoting his head in that direction.

"We've got '240s and RPGs at the dining room window, plus L86s." Roach declared.

"Roger that. Use 'em to cut 'em down as they come through the tree line," Ghost said.

"We're displacing," Archer declared. "You're going to be without sniper support for thirty seconds. Stand by."

Thirty seconds seemed to drag on forever as Shadow ended the life of every man who tried to step through the front door. He heard Ghost call out an RPG and took the soldier down.

"Be advised, you've got a large concentration of hostiles moving in from the southeast. They've just breached the perimeter." Archer remarked. "We'll try to thin them out before they get too close. I recommend you switch to scoped weapons, over."

"Roger that! Everyone cover the field to the southeast! Move!" Ghost ordered. Shadow stood up and ran into the house. He slid to a safe location behind a counter next to Roach.

"Hey, Roach. How's it looking?" Shadow asked.

"Pretty good. They just keep coming and I keep dropping them," Roach replied as he took down one Ultranationalist after another. Several seconds passed as the two men took down the approaching Ultranationalists. "DSM has finished downloading, Lieutenant."

"Got it," Shadow said hurrying over to Makarov's computer and unplugging the DSM.

"Roach! Grab the DSM and head to the LZ! We'll cover you!" Ghost yelled.

"This is Shepherd. We're almost at the LZ. What's your status? Over." Shepherd inquired.

"We're on our way to the LZ! Roach, let's go!" Ghost snapped. The strike team dashed out of the house and headed for the landing zone, still keeping up their fire against the enemies.

They were met with a large number of Ultranationalist forces as they entered the treeline. Roach primed a grenade and tossed it into their midst, killing most of them and critically wounding the rest.

"Nice job, Roach. Keep moving," Ghost encouraged.

"Keep moving. I'll cover your six," Shadow said. He stopped and crouched down in the tall grass. He faced the oncoming horde of Ultranationalist forces and opened fire.

"Keep moving, Roach! We can't stop!" Ghost shouted as they continued to run. "Shadow, you need to move! They're hitting us with mortar fire!"

"Oh bloody hell!" Shadow cried and sprinted after his team. A mortar detonated off to his right and everything went black.


Shadow came to not long after he lost consciousness. He grabbed his gun and shot up to his feet. He saw General Shepherd stepping off the evac chopper with men dressed entirely in black standing around Ghost, Roach, Ozone, and Scarecrow. He heard Ghost yell and saw Shepherd kill Ozone, then Scarecrow, and shoot Roach in the stomach.

"You bastard!" Shadow growled to himself.

He aimed at Shepherd with his TAR-21 and shot him three times in the stomach, sending him to the ground. His men pulled him into the helicopter and took off as fast as they could.

"Archer! We need an evac! Shepherd's just betrayed us! He killed Ozone and Scarecrow and Roach is in critical condition!" Shadow shouted as he sprinted as fast as legs could carry him towards Ghost and Roach.

"Roger that. That must have been his men that ambushed us and killed Poacher. Toad and I are on our way to your location now. Prep Roach for evac." Archer muttered.

"Shadow?" Ghost asked. "Brother, it's good to hear your voice again. I thought for sure that mortar shell had gotten you and that Price was gonna tear me a new one."

Shadow laughed. "Can't get rid of me that easily. We need to prep Roach for evac."

He slid to Roach's side and put pressure on his wound.

"I got us a ride," Archer said. "Toad and I are almost there. ETA thirty seconds."

A helicopter soared through the sky and touched down a few meters from where Shadow, Roach, and Ghost were just as Archer and Toad joined them. Several British SAS soldiers stepped off and hurriedly put Roach on a gurney before carrying him onto the helicopter with the remaining strike team members getting on after them.


Funkyshnelpu jr: And...done. Well, that's it for this chapter. I don't know if you paid much attention to Roach's thoughts on his Lieutenant, but the excitement did get to him. That wasn't intentional at first. I had accidentally made Shadow scream and shout and be active. He is supposed to be this silent, reserved character who doesn't talk much. After checking this chapter I caught myself and added in Roach's thoughts and added a little bit to the beginning so that I wouldn't have to redo the whole damn chapter. In later chapters Shadow is not going to have such a active voice. He is going to be more like the player controlled characters in the Call of Duty series. It may look like this was taken straight from the script of MW2. That's because I used a video of 'Loose Ends' as a guide. Alright, well I'm done writing this chapter. Please go and read OpD353RT5TORM's stories. They're really good.

D353RT5TORM: All I really did was proofread and switch up words so things would run smoother. None of this story's concept or plot is mine (as of now), all I've done is edit. This is kind of bringing back some nostalgia, especially since MW2 was (still is) my favorite game.

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