Day after day the world sinks into deeper chaos. More and more Russian forces have retreated from the United States after Washington D.C. was retaken by the rangers. The news of General Shepherd's assassination by Task Force 141 struck all the rangers on the battlefield. Shepherd, the righteous and honourable General who fought against the terrorist Makarov in an attempt to protect the country, was instead betrayed by his own people.

Task Force 141 was abolished by the Secretary of Defence after the captains John Price and John MacTavish was branded as traitors to the country for alliance with Vladmir Makarov in violent acts against the government. Both MacTavish and Price are being charged with trapping the rest of Task Force 141 in an attempt to obtain enemy intelligence in Afghanistan, but as a result the Task Force was annihilated and no intelligence was found. Gary, I swear I will avenge you, even if it is the last thing I do.

My name is Terry Lysander, originally a corporal in the in the US Army Rangers, but recently promoted to serve a special force the country after Washington D.C. fell. The capital city was moved away, and a temporary house of commands was established in Manhattan, New York. The elites of the US Army, Navy, Air Force, picked specifically to form the all new Task Force 172. Our primary objective was to eliminate Makarov, Price and MacTavish.

"Okay, listen up folks. I know this ain't the rangers no more, but the majority of you came with me from the rangers. You can still call me Sergent Foley. I don't like the crap about call signs in the Task Force, so we can all scrap this and call each other by whatever that makes you guys comfortable. Am I clear?"

Sergent Foley was promoted to the head of Task Force 172 after his efforts in aiding the retaking of Washington D.C. when the Russians attacked. A portion of his squad was promoted to the Task Force. I was given the call sign Terry "Tank" Lysander, since in training I was like a tank and I was immune from any kind of pain. "Tank, are you listening?" Foley calls.

"Yes sir, I got that." I replied. The rest of the Task Force stared around. I was assigned to Task Force 172 Alpha, a team of six lead by Sergent Foley. Panther and Rock are the experts in sniping, and Roast is our primary IT operator in the force. The last member is Sonar, like me, we have mastery in both assault rifles and pistols. I heard that Sonar used to be in Sergent's Foley squad during the retaking of Washington D.C., known as the Battle of Whiskey. I think his name was, uh, that's right. James Ramirez, one of the few veterans who survived the battle.

"Intel shows that Makarov was last sighted in Copenhagen, Denmark. We have no idea what Makarov is doing there, but intel shows he tried to keep a low profile." Foley starts. "It doesn't look like Makarov has a lot of bodyguards around him, so it will be the perfect opportunity to capture him."

"Why would Makarov be hiding in Denmark? I thought he was targeting the both us and the Russians." Panther starts. "This is weird. He must be dealing arms or hiring more gunmen there."

"I have never heard of people hiring terrorists in Denmark." Sonar adds. "He must be dealing with something else. Something that can jeopardize his operations since he limited his number of bodyguards."

"Anyway, intelligence shows that Makarov will be having some kind of transaction in a hotel located downtown called the "Scandic" tomorrow afternoon at 16:00. We have permission from the government there and will be ambushing the hotel. Alpha team will infiltrate the hotel through the roof, Bravo will be providing exterior watch of the hotel, and Charlie will be securing any escape routes from the hotel." Foley starts. "We cannot do a massive evacuation since it will attract a lot of attention and jeopardize the entire operation. Does everyone understand?"

After the briefing and many hours later, we finally set our feet on the streets of Copenhagen. At about 15:45, alpha team positioned on the roof with everybody in casual clothing to blend in with the rest of the population.

"Bravo snipers in position." A Bravo sniper calling from outside.

"Team Charlie secured all escape routes. Alpha Team, you're clear to proceed."

"Roger that. Alpha team moving in." Foley orders. "Nobody in Charlie is holding a rifle right? Just to make sure."
"Negative." One soldier says, and followed by the rest of the team. Foley pulls out his USP.45 and proceeds to the door.

The doors open, and the fire escape was pitch dark.

"Sonar, how much training have you had for stealth operations?" I asked.

"Not much. I was a ranger and all we ever did was attack enemies up front. But I am pretty confident with the knife."

"Same here." I said. Gary and I used to be in the same division before he was promoted into Task Force 141. We were known to have the most proficient use of knives. Doesn't matter if it was swinging, parrying or throwing the knife, we were aces in our division.

"Hold it, two guards are walking out of the conference room up front." Foley starts. "Looks like our intel was off; Makarov has the whole floor controlled."

The two guards then walked out of chattering, away from the line of sight in the conference room.

"Take them out, suppressed weapons only." Foley says. "Panther and Rock."

The two guards fell immediately, while Sonar and I dragged the two bodies in to a more secluded area.

"Foley calling all teams: Change of plans, there are hostages in the premises. We are going to breach and clear the room. All teams secure all exits for signs of Makarov escaping."

"Team Bravo copy." The commander of Bravo replies. Team Charlie acknowledges the transmission afterwards. "Sergeant, just a quick question…how are you going to breach without any explosives?"

"We're breaking the door down by force. Tank, do you think you can do it in one try?"

"Yes sir." I said. "I'm not called the Tank for being frail."

"Tank, Sonar, grab the AK47's from the soldiers and breach. We're going loud." Foley orders. "Eliminate all hostiles and pursue Makarov. Roast, do you have a copy of the floor plan here
yet?"

"Yes sir, just got it." Roast said, looking at the computer screen. "There is one staircase out of the conference room on the far end. That can be Makarov's escape plan."

"Okay. The Roast, Panther, Rock, you three pursue Makarov and whatever people are involved. We need these people alive. Breach and clear, go!"

I pull a fire extinguisher out from the hallway and placed it next to the door. I pointed my USP towards the can, and gave it three shots. Immediately the door blows apart, Sonar and I breached the room and quickly took down as many enemies as we could.

"Go!" Foley calls, entering the room and running through the hostage crowds. "Don't let Makarov get away, go!"

Sonar and I looked shot the man in a suit, standing in the middle of the room. The two of us suppressed him. He looked like some sort of businessman; not a terrorist.
"Makarov's men blew out the tunnel!" Roast calls through the radio. "He is currently running towards the east side of the building. Team Bravo, prepare for sniping!"

Sonar and I poked our heads through the window, and one by one Makarov's men were hunted down by Team Charlie and Bravo. Still, no sign of Makarov.

"Sergeant, I don't see Makarov anywhere." Someone from Team Bravo calls. "He is not visible in any escape routes.

"Damn it, this is not possible." Foley curses. "Keep your eyes open, he has to be here. Are there any civilian causality so far?"

"Negative, sir. Other then Makarov's men scaring people with a few gunshots, nobody's hurt." Team Charlie calls.

"Negative, I do not see Mak-" suddenly, the radio cuts silent.

"What the hell was that?" Foley asks.

"Makarov is on the south! I repeat, Makarov has escaped from the –" a gunshot came through the radio, followed by a moment of silence. I quickly ran to the south side of the room checking out the windows. Makarov.

"Sonar, let's go, he's on the south." I said, quickly running up to the roof. Within seconds, we have spotted the Makarov running down on the streets of Copenhagen.

"Sergeant, I have spotted Makarov on the southern streets. I am going after him." I said. "Roast, do you have a clear sight of Makarov?"

"Tank, Makarov is heading towards Vester street, towards the ocean. Do you have a way to get off the buildling?"

A cleaning external elevator was placed outside the building on the roof to assist the workers to clean windows. Sonar and I quickly lowered ourselves from the building.

"Sonar, do you have a shot at Makarov?" I said.

"Negative; he's too far away." Sonar says. "He's headed for the waters."

About a minute or two, Sonar and I quickly ran across the streets with cars running towards us. As soon as we got to the edge of the waters, Makarov already escaped on a boat, leaving us watching from the shore. Damn it.

"Sir, Makarov got away." I said.

"Don't worry. We caught the dealer." Foley starts. "All teams, head to the extraction point; we have some serious interrogating to do tonight."