Remnants

by centerspotfish

The story was set after the event of modern warfare 3. While world war 3 have ended, war itself remain healthy. Makarov is dead, but the way he was able to live so long was a cause for concern. Was he really that good? Or did he had help? After losing all of his friends and comrades, a lone figure is willing to go the extra mile to find out.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Awakening

It doesn't make sense. None of it make sense.

Question, why the attack on Europe?

Makarov have the president of Russia in the palm of his hand, there's still no peace. United States and Russia was still at war. The divide of resources meant that Makarov can still operate at large and kept hidden, while the two power try to rip each other apart. Why risk it? We know that there were members of the Russian government officers loyal to Makarov but why risk splitting the forces and attack europe?

Nuclear launch codes to secure victory?

No guarantee and doesn't make sense, the president of new Russia has a known hatred against Makarov and desired peace. Alternatively, a standard covert retrieval mission in retaining the president daughter would have been much simpler in forcing the president to giving up the codes.

Cockiness and Simple rage?

Not possible. Makarov was a known leader (despite being a terrorist) able to command large army size rogue units. He was also capable to obtain massive amount of blood money through illegal activities. His rage of the western world and his successes, should not be enough to cloud his judgement.

So why?...

In a dark room, the table were stacks with monstrous amount of document with the only illuminating light sources being the monitor of the computer. The room was a bit stuffy and the temperature was a bit on the warmer side but all was ignored by the figure in front of the table. He flip throughout the document whether it be digital or hard copy no bit of information escape his gaze. Once, twice, three times even, many would have considered this amount of repetition work to be soul crushing but, conviction and a hint of curiosity mix with rage guide him through.

After about 5 days worth of work in 48 hours, the strain was starting to show. The figure allow himself some time to relaxed his shoulders for a bit, preparing them what seems to be round 40. He took a deep breath and sighed, maybe he been thinking about it the wrong way, he thought. His mind begin to wonder what was the thing he was missing and whether he got all the document he wanted or not.

"Okay…" he muttered beneath his breath. As he position himself for round 41. Until he heard a knock on the door.

"Hey… Hey mate you in there son? We have a mission that need doing and the CO want all hands on deck!" The voice came from outside the metal door, he had a strong British accent and was banging at the door.

The sound was annoying but the banging make it insufferable, the figure was forced to get on his feet and walked toward the door. He turn the handle and opened it to reveal the man on the other side. Wallcroft, the old SAS sergeant might have been around since maybe the dinosaurs but he can carry his own weight and a few others in a mission. Always reliable and the second in command.

Wallcroft motion for the figure to follow as he began to turn. "Frost, get switch on. We gotta move now!"