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Weare the most powerful military force in the history of man. Every fight is our fight. Because whathappens over here,matters over there. We don't get to sit one out. Learning to use the tools of modern warfare is the difference between the prospering of your people, and utter destruction. We can't give you freedom. But we can give you the know-how to acquire it. And that, my friends, is worth more than a whole army base of steel. Sure it matters who's got the biggest stick, but it matters a helluva lot more who's swinging it.This is a time for heroes. A time for legends. History is written by the victors.- General Shepherd

"Stealth"

LT. Simon "Ghost" Riley

Task Force One-Four-One

Day One

Afghanistan

Ghost attached the silencer to his M4A1, and looked through the red dot sight to confirm it worked properly.

He crouched in the sand, watching the patrols walk around the bunker. The downed AC-130 was clearly visible, and the OPFOR searched it carefully. "Overlord, this is Ghost. I have eyes on the AC-130." "Copy that, Ghost. Do you see the target?" "That's an affirmative, Overlord. The OPFOR have just found him." "Copy that. Rescue him before he is executed or re-located." "Copy, out." There were five of the OPFOR searching the plane, three with AK-47s and two with FAL rifles, one of which seemed to have holographic sight, two guys inside the bunker, one outside the bunker, with a P90 with red dot sight. The two-man patrol were both armed with SCAR assault rifles. "Hassan, you got the guys in the bunker?" Ghost radioed. "Yes, just tell me when." Hassan replied. Hassan was the acting sniper for this op, he had an M14 with thermal sight and a silencer, he was positioned on a cliff directly behind the tail of the plane, overlooking the entire area. Ghost stayed in a crouched stance, and began to slowly advance towards the tail of the plane. He moved slowly, watching his surroundings closely, and paying close attention to the patrol.

"Ima li preživelih?"

"Da, gospodine. PostoJi pilot u avionu, kao i strelca, drugi su mrtve."

Ghost stopped and listened to what the patrol were saying.

"Dobar. Sa njima, moraćemo dragocen čip pregovaranje. Amerikanca nikad neće napustiti čovek iza sebe."

"They're speaking Serbian…what the hell?" Ghost thought.

"Makarov će biti ponosni."

"Makarov!" Ghost said silently. He quickly moved to the tail of the plane and took cover. "Hassan, take out the guards, then kill the patrol, their coming my way." Ghost said quietly. "Understood." Hassan replied. Ghost peeked around the tail to see the two men in the bunker get shot in the head, then the man outside shot in the chest. Within seconds, the guards at the bunker were down. In one more shot, the two man patrol was eliminated. "One shot, two kills. Maybe they shouldn't walk side by side, yes?" Hassan chuckled. Ghost stood up and moved away from the tail, aiming down his sight, moving towards the five men, who were dragging the survivors of the crash. There were two survivors, he had to be careful not to shoot a friendly; it was important survivors were extracted. He saw the men, and aimed carefully. "I'll take the guys on the right, you get the two on the left." "Understood." Ghost aimed and fired, hitting one of them in the head. He dropped to the ground, dead, his FAL landing by his side. Ghost fired once more just as they turned, hitting another in the head, and fired again, hitting the other in the chest, twice. Hassan fired and hit the other two. "Good shooting." Ghost said, staring down at the bodies. "Hurry up and get the survivors, those guy's friends will be here shortly." Ghost walked to the two men and untied them. "Get up, we got to get moving, chopper won't wait for us." Ghost said, kicking the pilot gently in the leg. They both stood up, smiling at Ghost. Bruised and beaten, they still smiled. "Thank you." The gunner said. "Yeah, don't worry about it. Our helo will at the exfil soon, we need to get moving." Ghost replied. Pointing towards a clearing about twenty yards away.