[Summary- When Soap is in need of assistance dealing with Makarov; two classified soldiers come to help. But what if these soldiers somehow change how Makarov's game is supposed to play? (Goes through MW2 and if or MW3 if Reviewers want)

Chapter One- Meet the S.O.O's

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Date; Unknown

Time; Morning

Base; Task Force 141

'Spectrum' Saya's and Letti 'Phantom' Astromoff's POV

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Spectrum lay back in her seat with her head rested upon the headrest of the helicopter. The silence was comforting other than the minor turbulence that occurred once in awhile. But besides that fact, it made it better to sort out her thoughts about why they were sent to Task Force 141 in the first place, and to also think of the upcoming missions.

The main reason they were sent here was because the infamous Captain MacTavish needed aid tracking Makarov's movements down, and asked General Shepard to request help from anyone. Normally, the General (Knowing this from his reputation) would ask Delta Forces or some another unit for help, but apparently their hands were tied behind their backs and the S.O.U was his last option. There has been bad blood between the S.O.U and Task Force 141 for some time, but at a time like this some differences must be pushed aside for certain situations like this one.

Spectrum quietly sighed with annoyance, it was too troublesome to think of so many things at one time, but now isn't exactly the best of all times...

"Hey Spec!" Phantom, Spectrum's partner, called. Spectrum pointedly ignored her partner and pretended she didn't hear a thing. Obviously, this didn't make Phantom too happy.

"I know you can hear me!" She yelled louder, "Were landing in a few moments, so get ready!"

Spectrum opened her eyes and gave a narrowed glare at her partner, who in return stared right back at her with a childish pout. Spectrum slowly nodded after a while and resumed to laying back into her seat.

The helicopter slowly began to descend, but as they were, a man wearing an almost white sweat shirt with a plaque scarf stood there. From the air he looked like a small spec, but on the ground he was as tall as a mountain.

Captain MacTavish…

I decided to rewrite Chapter One so I can clear some confusion when It's chapter Three, so I hope I didn't change too much. Anyways, when I come around to it I will rewrite chapter two in the future. So I thank you for sticking with me if you haven't already disliked this story. R&R Please! No flames are appreciated.

I do not own Call Of Duty or any of it's characters, I do own my Oc's Cataleya and Letti as well as others later in the story.