August 26th, 2016.
Indian Ocean.
U.S nuclear Ohio-class sub USS. Revenge
Aboard the sleek black metal monster, 5 Shadow Troopers - the elites of the infamous
" Shadow Company", were monitoring the video feed from T.O.S.( total observation satellite),
stationed over Afghanistan. They'd been ordered by Gen. Shepard to be on the lookout for 2 men:
Price and '' Soap'' two had infiltrated -and raided - Shadow Company's base:
Site hotel bravo. Designated as high-priority targets, they were to be killed on Shadow troopers in the sub were to report at once if either of the 2 were spotted.
So far, though, they had come up empty handed.
" See anything?", one of them, called " Butcher" asked, glancing at his comrades.
" Nada," replied another trooper, ( Stomper),his eyes fixed on the screen.
" humph. Maybe the General got his wires crossed.", grumbled Alpine, the third one." We've been staring at nothing but sand and scrub for…2 hours, I think. Hell, those two morons are probably bleeding to death out there right now.
" Or, maybe THEY got rid of HIM" , remarked one of the men, Axe, twirling a dead cigarette carelessly through his fingers.
The fifth man in the room, Torrent, who'd remained silent until now, slowly rose from his chair, stomped over to Axe and
whacked him in the head.
" You nutcase!", he snapped, glaring hard at the startled trooper. " W hat kind of crap is that! You think
he'd be killed that easy! ?This is Gold Eagle we're talking about! He's no pushover, and you know it!"
" Easy dude, I was just speculating…", protested Axe, holding up his hands in a " back off" hadn't meant
to antagonize Torrent, who'd always bee a hothead, ever since he joined them.
" Huh. Keep those to yourself, hear me?", glowered Torrent, still glaring at him.
" I hear you.", concurred Axe, shifting his attention back to the SatFeed. Torrent grunted and returned to his seat,
muttering something about him being the only one who believed in Shepard.
" Uh, guys?." remarked Butcher, anxious to calm Torrent down." I think..we have a problem here. Seriously, it's
bad.
" I told you something might happen! ," crowed Axe, hurrying over to Butcher.
" I'll cream you for that.", retorted Torrent huffily, concentrating on the feed from T.O.S. , over 200 miles up. For several minutes, they gazed at the
Afghan desert, searching for any sign of the intruders. Suddenly, they saw something that made their blood run cold…
The impossible had happened.
" WHAT!", cried Torrent, unable to believe what he was seeing.
No-one else could, either.
There, on the riverbank, lay the dead body of…Gen. Shepard!
They were all struck speechless with horror and disbelief. The mere idea that Shepard would die was unthinkable
enough, so actually seeing it was truly too much to bear. None of the Shadow troopers could move or speak, they
were simply too shocked. Finally ,though, Alpine broke the silence.
" He…he's….dead.", Alpine stammered, gaping with amazement, his eyes glued to the SatFeed.
" I KNEW IT,WITH THOSE TWO VAMPIRES ON THE LOOSE!", ranted Torrent, slamming his fist into the keyboard in a fit of of the keys
cracked under the blow.
"Woah, woah man. Don't get all hyped. We need to keep our heads here.", cautioned Butcher." Think of what would have wanted."
Torrent paused. " You mean..avenging him?", he asked.
" Not just that, but ensuring that his name goes down in history as a great leader and true hero.", Butcher explained, grinning.
" I see. So, we've got to not only kill Soap and Price, but annihilate the enemy he so hated: Makarov!", exclaimed Torrent, smiling for the first time in
weeks.
" That's the spirit dude!",cheered Axe, giving Torrent a friendly whack on the back.
The stage was set. A fight like no other was about to begin.