The What If Story Of Captain McMillan
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own the characters/storyline of Call Of Duty 4. The real owners of them are Gods.
Chapter 2: The Difference
McMillan took a deep breath and slowly opened the old door, aiming his sniper rifle through the crack. It made a creaking sound as it moved, which made his spine tingle. Just behind him he heard Price breathing semi-heavily. In front of him, he heard his enemies yelling to each other, not to mention yelling insults and death threats at them. At least he thought they were insults…. He wouldn't have known as they were speaking in a language he didn't understand, possibly Russian.
The two of them saw at least 5 "Russians" outside the strange chain linked windows. Luckily they weren't staring back. Just them McMillan had a thought. He whispered to Price. "Quick, plant a claymore in front of the door way" ordered the Scottish Captain. As soon as Price had set the claymore, one of the saw him, and started yelling and running to the rectangle arch that they all assumed, used to have a door in it.
Big mistake. The man's boot fell right in line with the sensor of the explosive device. The claymore, being created to detonate if its sensor picked up major movement in close proximity, exploded. Along with the man who couldn't have possibly contemplated that the end of his life was but a few seconds away.
The rest of the men rushed to the doorway, only to find themselves showered with bullets from a willing RPD. On the other side of the narrow street, 4 more un-friendlies burst out of the doorway. Bullets tore them down. McMillan and Price started to run, but then of course, an attack helicopter showed up. "ENEMY HELICOPTER, SNIPE THE BASTARD!" Yelled out McMillan.
Both men pulled out their M21 sniper rifles and shot at the helicopter's front cockpits. Price shot at the top rotor. After the third shot, the rotor's base exploded and the chopper began to make a slow but sure decent to the ground.
"Goodnight ya bastard" said McMillan, almost to himself, although Price may have heard him. They both started walking away until……
Note: This is where my story differs from the actual plot; from now on the story is 100 my ideas; well there may be some very minor similarities.
The helicopter was coming at them in an awkward fashion. It hit a building, fired three missiles, and hit the ground, still sliding at a reasonable speed. "Ah crap, run!" yelled McMillan. The helicopter slowed down as it scraped along the ground, gathering up soil as it went. The two men got to a safe distance, and the twisted pile of scrap metal slowed to a stop.
Wait till you see what happens next, will update soon.