I wanted to wait for this story but I just couldn't anymore now that I'm beginning Modern Warfare 3. I'm already excited to begin posting Modern Warfare 3 stuff. I'm going to work on the first Modern Warfare story but I've been busy... on my 360. That was never meant to rhyme. Anyways, This story follows a non-cannon task force called the 501st (five, oh, first) as it goes through dangerous special ops missions and the frontlines of the Russo-American War. The United States kind of gets owned. That will obviously never happen but it's still a good what if scenario. This is the beginning and if you don't understand the intro paragraph then everything will be explained by the first Modern Warfare story.
"5 years ago, Britain and the United States fought against the Russian Ultranationalist party, The United States and Canada fought against the Mexican Military to retrieve the president, 'Guardrail IX,' and the nuclear 'Football.' The Mexicans used the 'football' to activate the United States' nuclear arsenal. China got it's arsenal ready and Russia launched two nuclear missiles heading for the American east coast. At first, the American congress thought that it was a strike against us fearing that we were going to launch first. What the Pentagon knew that congress didn't was that it was the Ultranationalists that launched the two missiles as the Joint Attack Squad made up of Britain S.A.S soldiers and American Marines tried to break into the base to stop them. The 10th Mountain Division in Mexico captured Guardrail IX and President Barack Obama. They also finished the job with Carlos Ontiveros who captured an Apache attack helicopter. This victory had come with a large cost. Only one S.A.S soldier came out of Russia. Only one 10th Mountain soldier came out alive in Mexico. One S.A.S soldier went missing and one 10th Mountain soldier also went missing although there are leads as to where this soldier might be. After that the United States and Britain created Task Force 141, The United States and Canada also created their own task force. History is written by the victor, and here I thought we had finally won. But when you defeat one enemy the people create another enemy to replace him. Ontiveros is crying over his son's body, and Zakhaev finally lost more than just his arm. But now they have this new psychopath Vladamir Makarov. The Mexicans put Juan De La Barrera, Ontiveros' right hand man into power." Said General Michael standing in the middle of the Pentagon.
Chapter 1
"501"
Day 1-2:00:00
10th Mountain Division, 1st Battalion
Corporal Dan "Yankee" Mitchell
Gali, Georgia
"This is the 10th Mountain Division's 1st Battalion doing a patrol around sections of occupied Georgia, over." Reported an African-American man over the radio.
"Roger that Sergeant Brown. Any sightings of Russian movement, over?" Asked a man over the radio.
"No sir. If I could see anything at two in the morning then it would be Rodriguez's overinflated ass, over." Answered Sergeant Brown.
"Copy that Striker1-6, keep your eyes open for any movement, and Sergeant... there's a reason why we gave you night vision goggles." Replied the man.
"Oh snap Sarge he just told you off. Don't take it like a bitch Sarge fight back." Said a Hispanic man.
"Rodriguez keep your trap shut. No wonder you were deported from Mexico. They couldn't stand your constant chatter." Sergeant Brown replied.
"Hey. Do you hear that?" Asked a white man sitting next to Rodriguez.
"Artillery! Get out of the trucks!" Exclaimed Sergeant Brown jumping out of the truck.
The entire squad jumped out of the trucks as artillery rounds pummbled the road and the trucks.
"What the hell was that!?" Asked the White man with a scared face.
"Sweetwater keep your mouth shut. It's probably just the armored battalion trying to piss us off." Answered Sergeant Brown.
"They're doing a pretty good job of it. They blew up our trucks!" Exclaimed another white man.
"Well this is A company. Oh yeah Yankee is the new guy he wouldn't know. 'A Company' was nicknamed 'Ass Company' because we're asses to everyone else. So they play tricks on us all the time. Didn't think they would take it this seriously though. We're not far from occupied Georgia." Said Rodriguez.
"I don't think it's a trick... I can hear more." Said another truck driver.
"It's Russians! Get to the tree line!" Exclaimed Sergeant Brown.
The squad ran into the tree line and waited till the bombardment ended. The squad slowly walked out of the tree line and gathered to discuss a plan.
"There's only one installation and it's to our northeast just up the road." Said Sergeant Brown.
"Alright let's go." Said Sweetwater said standing up.
The squad walked down the road until they found Russian troops running across the road. The squad watched as the Russians ran back across the road in the direction that they came from. Suddenly an M1 Abrams tank came skulking out of the tree line and troops came out in forest camoflauge and holding the new SCAR and ACR rifles. A man with a second lieutenant emblem on his helmet walked up to the squad.
"Sergeant! We saw the artillery hit your trucks thanks to the predator that we have up in the air! Russians are trying to take all of Georgia! We want your squad to assist in the push to take out the artillery pieces in the next town!" Exclaimed the Second Lieutenant.
"Will do sir, just give us some new trucks and we'll get moving now." Replied Sergeant Brown.
Two trucks pulled up and the squad got in them to get to the objective.
"Yankee's being pretty quiet tonight." Rodriguez said looking at Yankee.
"Yeah it's a nice change from your nonstop talking. If I talked that much in boot camp my Staff Sergeant would have slammed my head into every obstacle on the obstacle course." Said Sergeant Brown.
"Why do you have to bust my balls every night Sarge?" Asked Rodriguez looking at Sergeant Brown with a raised eyebrow.
"Why do you give me a chance every night Rodriguez?" Asked Sergeant Brown.
"Because it feels too good when they break Sarge. You're fat ass squishing against 'em just feels too nice." Answered Rodriguez as Mitchell and Sweetwater chuckle.
"I'll remember that tonight when you're still pissing in a cup like a fucking baby." Replied Sergeant Brown.
"That'll be a nice shower in the morning." Sweetwater said laughing.
"Shut it we're almost at the objective. Use your laser sight to laze targets for the tanks to kill." Said the Humvee driver.
"Sir." Mitchell replied grabbing the laser sight and attaching it to his ACR.
"Alright squad let's get it done!" Exclaimed Sergeant Brown opening the door and running outside.
Russian machine guns in the two story houses started firing at the squad. Rodriguez tried to take on a machine gun on his own, but he got killed just as he ran into the doorway.
"Sarge! Rodriguez kicked the bucket!" Sweetwater exclaimed.
"Mitchell! Get to the artillery pieces! We'll hold them out here!" Exclaimed Sergeant Brown.
Mitchell ran from house to house to get to the artillery pieces. Sweetwater tries to give Mitchell cover with his M203 grenade launcher but get's killed by a sniper's fifty calibur bullet. Sergeant Brown got to one of the artillery pieces and stuck C4 onto the main body. A stray bullet from a Russian TAR-21 assault rifle hits Sergeant Brown in the leg. Instead of trying to get away Sergeant Brown takes his own life and blows the C4 and the artillery piece. Mitchell reaches the second artillery piece and blows it with C4. Two Russian T-90 tanks blocked the way to the last atillery piece. Three M1 Abrams tanks came up on the main road and destroyed the T-90 tanks with a single shot each. Mitchell used C4 to blow the last artillery piece as General Michael drove up in his humvee.
"You must be Corporal Mitchell! I have a job for you, come with me!" Exclaimed General Michael.
"So how do I look?" Asked Mitchell.
"You look like the perfect Russian lacky. You're mission is to infiltrate this abandoned weapon's plant to find out if Russia is carrying out biological weapon development. Welcome to the 501st." Said General Michael.
"When do I meet the rest of the team?" Mitchell asked.
"They're doing another operation for me." Said General Michael.
"Are they covered in sand?" Asked Mitchell.
"I'd say more snow than sand." General Michael said turning to a large monitor.