Prologue: The Tools Of Modern War
/SAS improvised HQ, RAF StMawgan, United Kingdom, Two weeks after Vladimir Makarovs' assassination and the end of WW3...
"The world's in great shape, People. We've got America and Ultranationalist Russia at each others' throats over the WW3 crisis, an increasingly violent blood feud in the Middle East and to top it all off, North Korea is getting real cosy with international Japanese terrorist Akira Tanabe." Lance Corporal David 'King' Anderson remarked.
"Just another day at the office, mate." Sergeant Wallcroft added, grinning. "Alright, everyone, listen up." Captain Macmillan interrupted, looking round at his team. "We've got good news and we've got bad news. Good news is, we're being shipped out tomorrow to the Middle East to get a lead on our guy, Mr Tanabe." He pointed at the circle marked on their target on a world map.
"What's the bad news, sir?" David asked, folding his arms, "We've got a new recruit coming today, straight from the Royal Marines. His name's Private William 'Partridge' Mathews." The entire squad moaned in a chorus of "oh Jesus..."s and "what the hell..."s. "it doesn't matter, he's coming in today, and I want him having the know-how by 08:30, he came all the way from up north to be here, so play nice, lads." Macmillan concluded before leaving the hangar and walking outside.
/Ten Minutes later...
"OI, here comes' the new kid!" King jeered before being elbowed in the gut by Wallcroft. "so you're private Mathews?" he asked the new recruit. He was a tall man, mid-to-late twenties, medium build, short brown hair and icy blue eyes. "aye sir." Mathews saluted his new commanding officer, "Private William Mathews, re-assigned from RAF Boulmer, sir. " he added, shouldering his pack. "Alright, son. I want you on the range, practicing your aim, okay." the recruit nodded and turned to leave when he was stopped by King. "hey, mate, what the hell kind of name is 'Partridge'?" he asked. "me' drill sergeant used it as an insult and it kinda caught on." he said before he jogged over to the shooting range.
"OI, Private, over here." Macmillan beckoned, passing him a rifle. "You know how to use that thing, right?" he asked. "of course sir, G36c. Standard training and multipurpose SAS weapon, Best one out there." Mathews beamed. slamming a magazine home and aiming down the range. "alright, Private, hit the four targets, the empty vehicle and that watermelon. GO!"
Mathews quickly zeroed in on the first three targets, letting off a violent, six round burst and the three targets shattered. He zoomed in on the next target and gunned it down, reloading instantly after, he aimed at the bullet-riddled target truck and fired a triple burst at the engine, each bullet hit its' target in quick succession. Macmillan widened his eyes at the remarkable shooting. "Hey, kid. try and hit the watermelon with this," he handed him a curved blade.
William took the blade by the edge and raised it above his head, flinging it forward with extreme accuracy. To Macmillan's surprise, the knife struck the watermelon head on, knocking it off the table it was poised on. "nice, your fruit killing skills are remarkable." The older commander quipped, stepping off the view platform. "I think you'll do just fine, kid."
/Meanwhile, Radioactive quarantine zone, Ruins of Khaled Al-Assad's personal safehouse, Middle-East...
"The world truly doesn't understand the concept of Power, not yet, anyway..." Akira Tanabe said, loading a handgun as he paced the floor. His old friend, Yasir Al-Assad, sat at the table, grinning as he agreed. "yes, even in the chaos of the war, no-one really cared about why it was happening, everyone was too busy trying to club their enemy. "
"America are to blame for this, " Tanabe said to the third person in the room, who sat tied to another chair with a bag over their head. "The think that they can control the world. they are wrong...The works of Imran Zakhaev and Vladimir Makarov were almost successful in teaching the world a lesson, but they were slowed by political interference, they had to rally their soldiers and make them cry for war. We don't need this, do we, we have an army of soldiers trained to hate America from birth, You know this, don't you, Mr Shepherd." He raised the gun to his masked head.
"you really are stubborn, Mr Shepherd, first, you let your brother's involvement in WW3 become known, stripping him of his rank. Then, you wish to make peace with Russia. And now, you refuse to join us? foolish. Just remember," He cocked the pistol. "To the ones you serve, YOUR LIFE MEANS NOTHING!" He roared before pulling the trigger and putting a bullet in the man's skull.
Tanabe turned to Al-Assad. "Today is the day the world will learn, brother. We will begin our mission to make the world appreciate that even the smallest, most insignificant governments and militias, can change the way global society works..." He holstered the pistol, "Our so-called leaders prostituted us to the West... destroyed our culture... our economies... our honor. Our blood has been spilled on our soil. We will become kings, to avenge our fallen Brothers..."
Call Of Duty:
Modern Warfare- Revelations
