Disclaimer: Call of Duty Modern Warfare and characters are copyright of Infinity Ward and their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended. This is strictly made for personal entertainment, and not to gain any profit. It's just a fan's work and love of the powerful storyline and great game, because I couldn't get this story out of my head. I had to make some sort of release.
Extended Summary: I'm gonna keep this short because I know everyone hates to just read summaries; but, I know, I'm working on my other fic along with this, but I couldn't get this out of my head for the past 4 months. I had a dream about this story (I don't know why), but I had to get it out and write it down before I forgot it. Basically, it's worked into the plot of MW2; General Shepherd calls in the Task Force 141 to a compound that's undisclosed...which includes his daughter, a CIA Agent that's been working on the Makarov case for as long as she's been with the CIA. She is brought into the Task Force, due to her handiwork at gathering Intel, with her field work experience earning her extra points with a member on the Task Force. But, as the missions unfold, and war is brought to the home front, the members of the Task Force begin to question the trust they had in their founder. Now, the Task Force must not only help with the war that's tearing America to shreds, but it may be possible that they may have a traitor within their ranks. (It mainly revolves around Ghost and the O.C. tho...thank u!)
"Hurry up, let's get this shit on so we can get to our assignments!" SGT Eric Foley, commanded his two Soldiers, CPL Michael Dunn and PFC Joseph Allen.
The three Soldiers were dressed in their normal Combat Uniforms, with tan ranger berets on their heads. They threw duffel bags onto the helicopter, and hurried into it, buckling in. "SGT Foley, who is this guy we're meeting up with?" CPL Dunn asked.
Foley looked at Dunn, and raised his voice over the loudness of the chopper blades as they were lifted into the air, "The guy's name is LTG Shepherd! Apparently he's putting together a Task Force specifically for some kind of mission!"
Allen and Dunn looked at each other; the two were excited. They were adrenaline driven, which is exactly why they had joined the Army, and fought their way into being a Ranger. The three of them were pulled from their post in Iraq, and were flying towards another post. They knew they would probably end up being redeployed back to the states with this new assignment. They both smiled and bumped fists, "We are the shit, man!" Dunn smiled at Allen.
Captain John MacTavish stepped into the office, followed by two Soldiers of his own; SGT Gary Sanderson and LT Simon Riley. They walked down a metal walled hall, towards the steel double doors in front of them. MacTavish pressed his hand to the scanner. His identity, Captain John MacTavish, British Special Air Service, appeared on the screen. The doors hissed as they split open, allowing the three Soldiers into a large room, with a long table in the middle, boarded by chairs. At the end, was a large flat screen display, with the words, Task Force 141 Briefing Room on the screen. A man at the screen turned; he was wearing a United States Army uniform, with three stars on his chest. "Gentlemen. My name is Lieutenant General Shepherd. Welcome to Task Force 141. Have a seat." He told them.
MacTavish and his two Soldiers sat near the end, noticing three American Soldiers in uniform, and one young woman in a black two piece business suit, sitting near the head chair. "First off, let us introduce ourselves to each other. You will be working together over the next year or so, depending on how long we can complete the missions handed to us." A Soldier passed out manila folders to each of the occupants in their chairs and the General continued, "What you're receiving is information on our main target: Vladimir Makarov."
Each person opened up their folder, studying the information of news clippings and pictures. "I'm sure you know him, Brits. He was the lieutenant of Zhakaev." Shepherd looked at MacTavish.
MacTavish grunted as he placed the manila folder onto the table in front of him. He whispered into Riley's ear, "Looks like we're in for it now, Ghost."
Riley, who usually had worn a skull printed baklava covering his face, did not wear it today. He closed the folder, and his green eyes moved up to look at MacTavish, "Fun."
"This is why I've put this Task Force together. You all have had outstanding reputations from your commanders when it comes to combat, stealth, and ensuring the mission gets done." Shepherd sat at the chair at the head of the table. "Get to know each other folks, because you're going to need to trust each other like you've never trusted anyone before. Some of you may end up not coming home, some of you may end up wounded. But, with the risk of Makarov and his plans, you will not be fighting in vain." Shepherd folded his hands, "Now, I've made living arrangements for each of you in a compound not far from this building. You are not to speak of this Task Force to anyone outside of this room. This Task Force is deemed classified."
"Sir, what do we need the girl for?" Riley spoke up.
The young woman stood, and placed her hands onto the table, "Gentlemen, I know none of you have worked with women before. But, I assure you, I am the best at what I do. I have just about the exact same level of combat skills each of you have; probably more. I've done plenty of field work, and killed a lot of people in the process." She grinned as she stood up straight, ensuring she looked at each of the occupants in the chair, including the General, "I also specialize in weapons, ordinance, as well as technology. I'm not the helpless woman you think I am."
She turned, and walked towards the large flat screen, pressing a button. The words disappeared, allowing a picture of Makarov to appear on the screen, "None of you seem to understand the severity of this situation. This one man does not flinch at torture or genocide. He works for himself," She turned to the table, "He's planning to cause World War III."
"And how do you know this?" MacTavish asked her.
"I'm a Special Agent with the CIA. I've been working on this for quite some time. I've even followed your work, Captain MacTavish," She grinned slightly, "Or shall I say Soap?"
MacTavish and Riley looked at each other. "Questions?" She asked.
Riley placed the ear protection headphones over his ears, and grabbed his desert eagle. He made sure it wasn't loaded, and grabbed a few full magazines. He walked into the indoor range, hearing muffled shots from a shooter next to where he planted his things. He peeked over the small cubicle wall, and looked to see the young woman shooting at a paper target of the upper body. She finally stopped, taking the empty magazine out of her pistol. He looked up at the target quickly, noticing what seemed to be a big hole in the center of the head. "Who pissed you off?" He asked, taking advantage of the quiet in the range.
She turned her head quickly out of surprise, to see who had spoken. "Shit, you scared me!" She snapped.
"Pfft!" Riley huffed, "Scared you? Look at that target!" He grinned. He watched her place the pistol down onto the stand in front of her, and she turned looking at him. He couldn't help but notice her brown eyes looking up to him with a hint of warmth to them. "We never got to introduce ourselves," He grinned slightly, holding out his hand, "Simon. Simon Riley," He introduced.
She shook his hand, "I know, Simon Ghost Riley, right?" She grinned. He almost looked shocked for a moment before she introduced herself, "Anna."
She let go of his hand, and turned grabbing her magazine, loading her weapon. She turned to the target, and fired, emptying her magazine all into the chest area. Anna sighed heavily, as she took the magazine out. Riley stood behind her, staring. She slightly turned her head to him, "What?"
"I've just never seen a woman shoot like that." He smiled. It was almost a turn on. Simon had been so entangled within the SAS that he hadn't really had time for dating. He never found a woman that really caused him to pay attention. But, this one was a little different.
"Yeah, well, it's hard not to shoot like that when your father pressured you your whole life, and the CIA slamming your back constantly." She placed another magazine into the weapon, and pointed at the target. She emptied the magazine, making the hole in the head bigger.
She pressed the button next to her on the wall, and the target pulled towards her. She ripped it off, but before she did, Riley noticed the words, Worst Enemy written at the top. She grabbed her magazines, weapon, and target, and turned to leave. But, she ran into Riley, who looked down at her with a smile on his face, "Listen, the guys are all going out to the bar tonight, just to chat and get to know each other. You want to come?"
Anna stared up at him, and smiled. He was cute in a boyish kind of way; she couldn't really imagine him going through the vigorous missions that the SAS was known for these days. His accent made him look even better; but his build of a tough guy got Anna staring a little bit. When she realized she stared a little too long, she looked up at him, and agreed, "Sure. Just come by my room and get me." She dodged around him, walking away.
Riley watched her leave. She was definitely a good shooter, he could see that. He also started to notice how independent she seemed. Almost angry independent. He turned, getting his weapon and target ready for shooting practice. He had hoped that working with a woman would not backfire on him, or the others.
AN-Just wanted to let u guys know that this is a more in-depth version of the original story; and a twist, as you can see. Anna does play a part in MY story; remember, it's just MY fanfic; so don't get your panties in a twist if you get upset that a chick is in the story...you'll see why soon enough anyway...but I LOVE Ghost, and his mysterious personality, because it was so workable to making a full on fledged character...loved it. Thank u! And please read and review :)