AN: So this is my first story on FanFiction here. I have always wanted to write a fanfic for ages, but could never reach a particular plot to write on. However, after playing Modern Warfare 3, an idea struck my mind. I don't know how will it be, but I hope it will be great.

So here goes

Chapter 1: Risen From Ruins

The Arab moonlight, mingled with the inferno from the crashed chopper, seeped through the broken roof unto the dark room in which the glass roof had broken. The seven star luxury hotel, called Oasis, had been a battleground just a few minutes ago. It all began with two men in Juggernaut suits entering the premises, with their guns blazing against anyone who held a weapon. And it was all over, all quiet now.

And this quiet hurt more than the shards of glass and bullets lodged inside John Price's body.

Captain John Price, 22nd SAS serviceman, and a member of the now decimated Task Force 141, sat in silence, smoking a cigar. His body smarted painfully as he realized that he had reached an age where fighting to the extreme was not his cup of tea anymore, but the acrid smoke from the cigar helped to ease up his agony.

He thought about his fallen comrades, brothers, he corrected. Yes, they were like his brothers in a way. He wondered for what purpose he had lost such fine warriors in the end. Gaz, Roach, Ghost, Soap, Sandman, Truck, Grinch, Frost and Yuri…. He guiltily remembered how had he suspected on Yuri, that how had he held Yuri responsible for Soap's death. And today he was, for once, proved wrong. He was not wrong about Shepherd, neither was he wrong about launching that nuclear warhead from that docked sub.. He brushed all these thoughts aside, because he had decided that the death of his brothers were not in vain.

He gazed up in satisfaction, as he beheld the limp body of Vladimir Makarov swinging gently from side to side. Yes, he thought, this is what they wanted. This is what I wanted. They would have been pleased enough to see this bastard swinging from the noose like a hanged criminal. He exhaled the cigar smoke lazily, satisfied that the objective of his taskforce was completed, at last. He heard police sirens in the distance and he closed his eyes.

Senior Inspector Hashim bin Muhammad had never seen the Oasis in this state before- or for that matter, nobody had. Dead bodies lay here and there, but surprisingly, they all held weapons- from pistols to assault rifles. Some of the dead has RPGs too. It was strange, strange because not a single tourist staying in the hotel was killed. He ruled out a terrorist attack from his meditations.

"Alfaz, get me the log of those who were staying inside the Oasis this evening. I need feeds from the security cameras as well to ascertain what happened here. "

He stood by his car as a skinny looking man ran up to his car, with a laptop in his arms. That was fast, he mused. "Ease down, Alfaz, catch a breath," he waited for Alfaz to be able to speak. Soon, he was looking towards the glow of the laptop screen.

"Sir, as you can see, the only person who had a large security detail with him was a chap called Makarov, Vladimir Makarov. From the looks of it, he had a small army with him-"

"Makarov? The Makarov? The Russian ultranationalist leader was here? Shit! How could UAE's intel be off? Damn it! Anyway," he looked towards Alfaz, "continue".

"Yes, so Makarov was hiding out here, and why he had a security detail is apparent by this," Alfaz looked around for emphasis," carnage. But who were those two men who stormed this place?"

"Don't give me that, Alfaz. According the cam feeds, two men had done this much damage? Have you checked the feeds properly?"

"Yes, sir", Alfaz shrugged, "it's hard to believe but two men have done it. I was hooked over the feeds for a long times." He played a media clip, "As you can see, these are two blokes who have rocked this place. Strangely, they're wearing bomb disposal suits-"

"These are not ordinary bomb disposal suits, Alfaz" he was still hooked on to the video clip, "these are called Juggernaut suits. They are like bomb disposal suits but it is covered with heavy Kevlar. Only someone going on a suicide mission would wear this.. And judging by what has happened here, it was a suicide mission. I don't think anyone would be alive after all this-"

"This is search party Alpha. Sir, this place is a complete mess, everything's broken. But we have found two bodies. One is apparently the Russian ultranationalist leader, Vladimir Makaro. We found him hanging by the noose. The second one is a ghastly affair; he died from a loss of blood. Name's Yuri and he was a member of some taskforce... Task Force 141. But there is someone alive too; we found him smoking a cigar. He has lost a lot of blood from shrapnel and bullet wounds, he..."

"His name?" Senior Inspector Hashim bin Muhammad was after many years eager and excited.

"His name is John Price, sir. And he was with this Yuri guy. They're both from this Task Force 141. I think they were here to kill Makarov and-"

"That'll be enough, boys. Bring him out carefully, and see if you can get a stretcher in there. He needs to be alive."

He looked at Alfaz and said, "Looking at what these two have done, I think it will be useless to prosecute this Price guy. It'll be better if you can get in touch with the British and American embassies ASAP".

"Yes, sir. Of course," Alfaz gave a crisp salute before going on to carry out his orders.

At least, Hashim bin Muhammad thought, the world is at peace.

Or so he hoped.
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So how was it, folks? I guess you might have recognized from where have I started. We have heard the police sirens at the end of MW3, and thus this is my inspiration to write this story. I'm eagerly waiting reviews from you guys, and I hope you guys have liked it. The name of the chapter comes from the name of the national anthem of East Germany. It goes well with "Dust To Dust", so I have kept it.

Sincerely,
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