AN: This story takes place a few months before the events of the first game. Nikoli in the first chapter is not the same Nikolai who is rescued by Price in the game.
The main antagonist, Anatoly Petrov, is the First Horseman from MW1, who was only mentioned but never named in the game. The story revolves around the men of Task Force 303, a collection of special operation forces from several countries, as they try to track down Petrov.
Since this takes place before the events of the first game, the airport attack is not the same that Makarov launches in the game.
Task Force 303 is made up of men from Britain, United States, and Australia. Main focus will be on Jake Declan, David Parker, and Mac, former SAS members in the task force, but other perspectives will be written about.
Declan, Parker, and Mac are veteran operators that have been in the SAS for several years. I guess you could compare them to the Price-Gaz-Soap combination in the first game, core protagonists.
Guys, this is my first story I've written so I probably will forget to include things that will keep the story straight. So please review and give me any feedback, good, bad, or telling me how you hate the story.
The doors shut as the last of the six men boarded the freight elevator. Before the doors were closed, the men were already unpacking their duffle bags. Each man carried a black canvas bag, which were promptly dropped to the floor of the elevator and unzipped. From each, an assortment of weaponry was pulled: six G36K rifles, several Uzi submachine guns, dozens of 100 round C-Mags for each weapon, as well as a dozen grenades. The six men began loading their weapons in silence as the elevator dinged once, S3. Two of the men removed their oversized winter coats, revealing bulletproof vests underneath. They began stuffing grenades into pockets as the elevator dinged once more, S2. By the time the elevator dinged a third time, all six men were standing, fully armed. They stood two by two facing the doors. The leader of the group, standing on the left, pulled the black balaclava down over his face. When it was snug and fit tight, the final ding announced the elevator had arrived at the main level. As the elevator jerked lightly to a stopped, the leader said coldly, "Remember, no witnesses."
The doors opened, revealing a brightly lit concourse level of the Warsaw Frederic Chopin Airport Terminal 2. The leader of the group, Anatoly Petrov took one step out of the elevator and raised his G36 to his shoulder. The dull and mundane noise of the airport terminal was shattered by a burst of 5.56mm rounds. A dozen rounds shattered the windows of a small coffee shop, tearing into the several civilians standing in line. Blood splattered the glass and walls as the civilians collapsed. The terminal was now full of screams and gunfire as the five others stepped out of the elevator and began firing towards anyone and everyone they saw.
The last to step out of the elevator was the newest member of the cell, Nikoli Tarkov. As he stepped out, he saw an airport security guard on the second level run across the terrace for a shot at the cell members. He raised his G36 and placed the red holographic dot on the guards chest. He pulled the trigger and three rounds shot out of the barrel and into the guard's chest. As he dropped to the floor dead, Nikoli moved on and rejoined his comrades that had already began moving through the terminal. There were already several hundred bodies of dead and dying civilians on the ground, pools of blood beneath each. The scene was chaos, choreographed chaos.
The six men worked their way around the terminal. As they came to a stairwell leading to the second level, Petrov signaled with his left hand and said, "Vlad, take 'em up."
Nikoli joined Vlad and another member of the cell as they darted up the stairs to the second level. The second level of the terminal ran along with the lower level, providing not only opportunities to shoot down to the second level, but also the new targets on the level. Vlad led the group up the several flights of steps. As his head peaked over the stairs, another security guard was twenty meters in front of him, his pistol raised. He fired a single round that went wide of Vlad and shattered a television monitor behind him. Vlad continued unfazed as he raised his own weapon and fired a half dozen rounds into the guard's chest, sending him tumbling backwards. The group of three continued sweeping the upper levels of the terminal. Nikoli could hear the screams coming from below as Petrov and his group killed civilians by the dozens without remorse. It took almost seven minutes, but they had finally cleared the upper level, atleast three hundred civilians lay dead on the top level alone. They came to another stairwell and the group of three rushed down to rejoin with their other comrades. The two groups met, but not before massacring two dozen civilians that were herded into a cross-fire of the two converging groups.
Petrov approached Vlad as he put a new magazine into the rifle, "Are we clear?"
"Da."
"Good, time to leave. Nikoli, lead us out."
Nikoli nodded his head as he moved to the front and led the group towards a new section of the terminal. Several meters ahead was a maintenance door, their exit. The door had a keypad lock above the handle. Nikoli approached the door and tapped several buttons before the small light flashed green. He swung the door open and held it as Petrov went through first. The assault had lasted just over fifteen minutes from the first shot fired by Petrov, and the cell was now leaving without a casualty. Vlad was the last through the door. The six foot four, bald Russian walked by Nikoli. The cold blue eyes showed no emotion after the atrocity that he just took part in. As Nikoli eyed the Russian, the pale bald head turned to a puff of pink mist. A bullet struck Vlad in the back of his head, striking his brain. Blood and brain matter was sprayed over Nikoli and the door.
Before Vlad's body crumpled to the floor, Nikoli had turned and found the shooter, a lone guard forty meters away crouched near the large glass entrance. Nikoli instinctively crouched to one knee and placed the red dot on the guards chest and fired. The 5.56mm rounds tore into the guards neck and chest as he fired once more. The pistol round hit the wall a meter to the right of Nikoli sending chunks of plaster in all directions. Nikoli scanned the terminal for signs of any other guards or police; there were none.
A member of the cell had returned to the door, "What the hell happened," he screamed as he dragged the lifeless body of their comrade through the door into the maintenance tunnel. Before shutting the door, Nikoli took the butt of his rifle and smashed it against keypad, rendering it useless before he slammed the door behind him.
