Private first class Joseph Allen, through basic training, the Pit, hell even his first major firefight in Afghanistan 3 months earlier, he had never been this afraid, but after getting moved to General Shepherd's TF 141 and being put on one of the most unethical deep cover operations in the history of modern warfare.
His assignment: be one of the bad guys and infiltrate a known terrorists highest ranks. Alexei Borodin was his new name now and he was about to kill an airport full of people. But how does one go about trying to please the world's greatest madman since Adolf Hitler? High jacking, robbery, assassination of some of the highest ranking government officials.
The madman was one Vladimir Makarov. Allen came out of his inner monologue as Makarov uttered his order, "Remember, no russian." With that Makarov and his men filed out of the cramped elevator with enough firepower to obliterate an airport full of people and to level the White House. While Makarov and co. got into position, Allen broke into a cold sweat and whispered to himself, "This is it. Time to shine." But why would Allen a great and obedient soldier disobey an order from a superior officer? Because he wasn't down here in the cesspool of the Shadow of Zakhaev. Shepherd didn't know what was going on, his whole "You'll lose a part of yourself, but that'll be worth it seeing how much you're gonna save" speech was a load of grade-A bull shit.
So being the Catholic he used to be Allen aimed down the sights of his M240 at the hundreds of civilians going through check-in at Zakhaev International, and turned quickly to mow down the two men to Makarov's left, Kiril and Viktor. Kiril could never shut up trying to be a ladies' original badass and Viktor kept to himself in some sort of manic depression that Makarov said he'd been in since Zakahev died and Allen figured just make a shrine the little bitch. Allen stepped out of the elevator hit Makarov squarely in the face feeling his nose give way and seeing him crumple to the floor as he turned around Lev was bringing his gun up. Surprisingly Allen felt the adrenaline rush as he saw everything in slow-motion. Before Lev could fire Allen rolled pulled out the pistol he had secretly brought with him and pumped the entire magazine into Lev's chest.
Allen stood up and surveyed the damage. Blood was all over the place with Makarov out cold and the rest of his cronies dead bleeding out on the floor. Allen put down his guns laid down and put his hands behind his back. It took the bewildered and frightened security guard almost ten minutes to put the handcuffs on him. Allen was taken to the FSB station for processing.
Allen wasn't excited about the Russian's version of "interrogation" but at least he did the right thing. With that Allen closed his eyes and dreamed of a world without war.