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Credenhill, UK

Soap, Gaz, and Price were in the briefing room once again. Gaz opened his laptop.

"Captain Price, Al-Asad just executed President AL-Fulani on national television." Price sighed and scratched his beard.

"The Americans have plans for Al-Asad. And it's too late to do anything for Al-Fulani. But in less than three hours, code-name Nikolai will be executed in Russia." A profile of a Russian man dressed in a brown shirt came up.

Gaz looked confused. "Nikolai sir?"

Price nodded. "Nikolai is our informant in the Ultranationalist camp. He supplied the intel on the cargo ship operation. Nikolai's in hell right now. We're gonna walk him out. We take care of our friends. We'll be operating with Russian loyalist forces led by Sergeant Kamarov in the area. Let's move."


Caucasus Mountains, Russia

Soap knelt in the wet, tall grass and scanned the area with a Diemaco C8 carbine. The three-man team of Price, Gaz, and Soap had been inserted 8 miles east by helicopter and had walked cross-country the rest of the way. In the distance, Soap could see faint steaks of smoke in the sky. Captain Price adjusted his boonie hat and tapped Soap and Gaz on the shoulder.

"The loyalists are expecting us half a click to the north. Move out."

Soap stood and followed the Captain. Gaz covered the rear. Every member of the team had suppressed C8 carbines equipped with red dot sights, PEQ-2 laser pointer, and a Heckler and Koch AG-C/GLM 40mm grenade launchers. A suppressed SIG Sauer P226 rested in Soap's holster. Gaz had also taken the SIG, while Price opted for a American M1911. In addition to his normal kit, Soap had a suppressed L115A1 bolt-action sniper rifle in a bag on his back.

"Loyalists, eh? So are those the good Russians or the bad Russians?" Gaz asked, somewhat rhetorically.

Price smirked. "Well, they won't shoot us on sight if that's what you're asking."

Gaz chuckled. "That's good enough for me, sir."

The team moved through the swamp, water sloshing against their boots, and soon stumbled on the first guard post in the area, which was a simple shack. It was only 50 meters away, and they decided that there was no need to use the sniper rifle-yet. There was one guard standing near the shack smoking, and another patrolling near a truck. Two more were inside the building watching TV. They could sneak around, but that would be risky. Captain Price made a decision.

"Soap, Gaz, take out the front guards. I'll deal with the ones in the hut."

"Roger that."

"Affirmative."

Soap and Gaz crept up to a large rock. "Soap, take the smoker near the building. I'll take care of the patrol." Gaz instructed.

"Got it Gaz." They took aim.

"On three. One. Two. Three."

Both guards collapsed to the ground with three 5.56mm bullets in each of their heads.

"Nice one mate." congratulated Gaz.

"You too Gaz."

Two more short suppressed bursts were heard, and Price came from around the building to regroup.

"Good work. There should be a few more guard posts up ahead. Kamarov will be waiting for us in a field to the northwest."

"Yes sir."

"Copy that."

They proceeded under a bridge, and saw two more huts in the distance. Like ghosts, they advanced on the huts. The sound of talking drifted from one of the buildings.

"Soap, plant a claymore in front of the doorway, then get their attention. The Captain and I will deal with the far house when the claymore goes off."

"Got it." Gaz handed a claymore to Soap and crept off after Price.


The M18A1 Claymore anti-personnel mine was a terrifying piece of work. When tripped, it shot out steel balls out to 100 meters in a 60 degree radius in front of the mine. While it was harmless to anyone who was standing behind it when it went off, the claymore was a death sentence to anyone in front of it. Recently, the Claymore had been updated with infrared trip-lasers. Soap smirked as he saw the writing on the front of the mine.

Front Toward Enemy.

Soap carefully placed the mine by the door and armed it. He retreated to a overturned car, and got a good look through the doorway into the house. Two men were playing chess, while another was sleeping by the door. Soap decided to take the sleeper. He leveled his C8 at the sleeper's head and counted to three. One. Two. Three.

Puff.

The sleeper jerked and fell out of his chair. The chess players shouted and dashed out of the house.

Click.

The claymore detonated, spraying steel balls into the two men who had just run out. They went down with numerous holes in their bodies. Yelling ensued from the other house. Three figures ran out to be cut down by suppressed gunfire.

"Area clear." Gaz muttered.

Soap went over to where Price and Gaz were. They checked their weapons and ammo.

"The Loyalists will meet us in the field behind the house over there." Price gestured. "Let's move."


The team proceeded through the house. Price opened the back door cautiously.

"Gaz. Smell that?"

"Yeah. Kamarov."

Price froze as a figure walked out of a thicket of trees holding an AKM with a GP-30 grenade launcher in the air. Price relaxed and stood as he recognized the man. They nodded at each other.

"Welcome to the new Russia, Captain Price." Kamarov was unshaven and was wearing a bearskin hat with a Soviet insignia. Like Price, Kamarov seemed to command respect, in a less friendly way.

Behind him, more figures rose from the ground and assembled. Spetsnaz.

Captain Price got down to business. "What's the target Kamarov? We've got an informant to recover."

"The Ultranationalists have BM21's on the other side of the hill. Their rockets have killed hundreds of civilians in the valley below." Kamarov replied. Kamarov noticed Soap. "Who's the new guy?"

"This is Soap." Gaz replied. "Just joined us yesterday from Selection." Kamarov merely nodded in acknowledgement.

He waved to his men to go up the hill behind them. As he was about to join them, Price grabbed his shoulder.

"Not so fast, Remember Beirut? You're with us." Beside him, Gaz smirked.

Kamarov looked slightly deflated. "Hm, I guess I owe you one."

"Bloody right you do." muttered Gaz. They followed Kamarov up the hill.

"This way. There's a good spot were your sniper can cover my men." Bravo Team followed the Russian Sergeant. The rest of the Spetznaz went off in another direction.

Bravo Team and Kamarov reached a path overlooking a village. Down below, rockets were steaking into the sky from trucks with rocket tubes on the back.

"Sniper team in position. Gaz, cover the left flank."

"Roger."

Soap set his C8 carbine down, and took the L115A1 out of his bag. He propped it up on a fence, and scanned the village. He tapped Captain Price on the shoulder.

"Sir, can you spot for me?"

"Not a problem, Soap." Price took the spotter's scope from the bag and set it up besides Soap.

There were Ultranationalists on patrol, but they seemed to be rather bored and unconcerned. That was about to change.

Soap choose his target, a rather pudgy man in a beret leaning against a wall and smoking. Soap mentally calculated distance and other factors that would affect the shot, like wind and temperature. The village was rather close to their position, so they would have some relatively easy shots. Kamarov gave the order.

"All units, commence the attack."


Milliseconds later, Soap depressed the trigger. The man dropped like a stone. A man right next to him yelled and received a .338 Lapua Magnum bullet in the head for his troubles.

"Soap, three-man patrol, 200 meters, near a green car."

"Got it."

Soap shifted his attention to the group that was running towards a house. Soap dropped them one by one, his hand furiously working the bolt.

"MacMillan would be impressed..." murmured the Captain with a distant look in his eye.

Soap wondered who he was talking about, but shrugged and decided to ask later. He felt a tap on his shoulder and realized it was Kamarov. "My men are taking heavy fire from those machine gunners in that one-story building over there!" Soap followed his gaze to a window with two RPK machine guns firing at the Spetznaz on fully-automatic. One of the Spetznaz was hit in the leg and collapsed on the spot. A nearby comrade fired a few bursts at the gunners while dragging his friend to safety behind a low wall. "Take them out!"

"On it..." Soap quickly adjusted his aim, and one of the machine gunners went down immediately. However, the other was obscured by the wall, due to the angle Soap was at. He thought quickly, and put three rounds through the wall. The machine gun ceased firing. Afterwards, Soap reloaded his rifle.


"Bloody good job Soap!" Price remarked. Soap grinned, and took out several more targets before he heard a thud-thud-thud. Two Mi-8 helicopters roared over the village. The first one stopped over the village. Ropes fell out the back, and several men rappelled down. Soap took out several of them as they landed. The second headed towards a field beyond a burning house at the end of the path the four men were on.

Price was annoyed. "You didn't say there would be helicopters Kamarov..."

"Well, I didn't say there wouldn't be any either! We have to protect my men from those helicopter troops. This way!"

"Make it quick, Kamarov. I want that informant."

"You have nothing to worry about. We'll take out the BM-21s and carve a path straight to your informant Captain Price."

Gaz growled. "This had better not become a routine..."

Price sighed. "Forget it Gaz. Let's follow him."

Bravo Team dashed after Kamarov, who was already inside the burning structure. They hurried after him, lest the building collapse while they were still inside. Gaz was muttering obscenities to himself.

"We should just beat it out of him sir." Gaz did not try to hide his opinion of the situation. Soap was starting to agree with Gaz, but thought that Price would disagree. The Captain merely adjusted his boonie hat and replied:

"Not yet."

As they exited the burning house (much to their relief), the second helicopter soared over their heads, having dropped off its troops. Soap could hear Kamarov's AKM clattering and few meters away.

"Contact. Enemy helicopter troops closing fast." Soap muttered into his radio.

"Copy, I have a visual." Price responded. "Squad, switch to your grenade launchers."

Soap crouched behind a log and flicked the safety off on his AGC/GLM and aimed down the grenade launcher's sights. He pulled the trigger and watched as the grenade impacted, sending two men flying. Soap winced and ducked back behind the log and unhinged the barrel, slid a fresh grenade in, and slammed the barrel shut. Rounds impacted into the log he was hiding behind, sending wooden splinters flying in Soap's direction. He rose up and began firing with his C8, killing a man firing an AKM in Gaz's direction, who was hiding in a nearby wooden building. Two more men were hiding behind a destroyed car. Soap fired off another grenade and neutralized the two tangos. Sergeant Kamarov stood up and ran over to the side of the cliff.

"Captain Price! My men have run into heavy resistance! Help me support them from the cliffs!"

Captain Price frowned. "What about our informant? He's running out of time!"

Kamarov looked at him pleadingly. "Then help us! The further my men can get into this village, the closer we will be to securing your informant!"

Gaz narrowed his eyes. "I've just about had enough of this shite..."

Price sighed. "Don't worry Gaz. We'll deal with it. Soon."

Gaz said nothing, but Soap could tell he was pissed. They knew that Kamarov was using them to further his own objectives. He held no regard for Nikolai's safety. Soap went over to the cliffside and started laying down fire with his C8. A BMP trudged into view, firing its main cannon. Soap noticed a house with the roof blown off below their position where snipers were firing with SDV Dragunov sniper rifles from the second floor. He fired a 40mm grenade into their midst, taking them all out. Kamarov seemed satisfied, and got up again.


"Good! Now we are making progress! Follow me to the power station." Kamarov ran off towards the power station on the hilltop without looking to see if Bravo Team was following him. Gaz was breathing heavily and clutching his weapon in a death-grip. Captain Price went over and put his hand on Gaz's shoulder. The simple gesture calmed Gaz down a little, and the team followed Kamarov up the hill and into the power complex. The Russian stopped in front of a concrete wall sitting at the edge of the cliff to prevent people from falling. A good thing too, since the bottom of the cliff was about 40 meters down. No one who fell that far could expect to walk away from the impact.

Kamarov was peering through his binoculars at the village below. "Look. The final assault has already begun. With a little more of your sniper support, we are sure to be victorious. Captain Price-"

He never got to finish his sentence. At a discrete nod from Price, Gaz slung his weapon, walked up to Kamarov, and slammed him into the concrete wall, knocking the wind out of him.

Gaz began to question Kamarov. "Where is the informant?" Kamarov yelled something in Russian and tried to break free, but to no avail. Gaz was a little more forceful the next time. "WHERE IS HE?"

Kamarov's binoculars fell 40 meters to the ground below and shattered. Realizing that he had no other choice, the Russian gave in. "The house!...The house on the northeastern side of the village!", he spluttered.

Gaz seemed to be satisfied. "Well, that wasn't so hard was it? Now go sit in the corner."

Captain Price took control. "Soap, Gaz, we've got to secure the informant before anything happens. Let's move!" They took out their rappelling clips and attached them to ropes that the Spetznaz had used earlier to flank the Ultranationalists in the village. Soap glanced back at Kamarov, who had seemed to have passed out. With that, he clambered over the concrete wall and slid down the rope, bouncing off the cliffside. Soap quickly unbuckled himself and scanned the area with his C8. He heard a soft thump next to him. Gaz unhooked himself from the rope and reloaded his carbine. Soap looked up to see Price halfway down the rope. A few moments later, he was also on the ground.


Gaz finished reloading and tapped Soap on the shoulder. "Come on Soap, let's go." Bravo Team ran across a field a vaulted over a wall into the village, where the battle between the Spetznaz and the Ultranationalists was in full swing. Soap winced as several 7.62 rounds impacted into a enemy machine gunner's head, sending blood and brains all over the wall behind him. Soap took the L115A1 out of its bag again and started acquiring targets. He took aim at a sniper in a 2-story window who was sticking his Dragunov out of the window, instantly giving his position away. He was also firing rapidly and not taking his time at all. Soap made his calculations and adjustments, and fired. The bullet hit the sniper in the chest, who tumbled backwards. He nodded in satisfaction to himself, before his eye was caught by movement in the corner of his scope.

Soap swiveled the rifle while chambering another round to see a group of soldiers charging from a nearby house, firing AKMs and G3s from the hip and spraying lead all over the place. Soap fired his first shot and cursed when the target moved his head at the exact instant that he had fired, resulting in a near miss. Soap worked the bolt as quickly as possible, and managed to nail his target on the second try. Soap's next shot managed to kill two tangos at once when one of them ran out in front of Soap's target just as he fired. Soap raised his eyebrows in surprise, and reloaded.

By then, the Loyalists were already in control of most of the village. Soap hastily put the sniper rifle back in the bag, slung it over his shoulder, and picked up his C8. Where were Captain Price and Gaz? At that moment, Soap's radio crackled to life.

"Soap, we're at the base of the hill on which the house Nikolai is in. Get over here ASAP."

"Yes sir, I'm on my way."

Soap darted through the houses and found Price and Gaz waiting at the base of a hill. The team sprinted towards the house where Kamarov had said Nikolai was being held. As Bravo Team neared the house, Gaz went around to the back to cut the power. Soap and Price stacked up by the front door. The gunfire from the village below stopped. Apparently the Spetznaz were now in control. The night was all of a sudden eerily silent. Price flipped his night vision goggles over his eyes and muttered into his radio.

"Gaz, do it."


Soap imitated his Captain and equipped his NVGs. The world before him was now tinted green. Seconds later, the lamp above the front door flickered off. Price reached for the doorknob as the Ultranationalists inside gave out startled yells. The front door swung open and Price stepped inside with his carbine up, closely followed by Soap. They froze as they heard someone whispering in Russian. Soap and Price turned to see a dark silhouette reaching for the light switch an another room. Soap looked at Price, who nodded at him. Soap let his C8 hang by its sling, and unsheathed his combat knife. Soap walked up to the man and slammed his knife into his chest while covering his mouth so he couldn't yell for help. After a brief struggle, the man stopped moving. Soap gently laid the body on the floor. He heard a thud and turned to see that Price had dropped another tango.

"These night-vision goggles make it too easy..." Price muttered.

"Got that right."

Price nodded. "Soap, take point. Up the stairs."

Soap nodded in the affirmative and took point. As he reached the top of the stairs, he saw a man in a corner, holding an M9 and aiming it all over the place frantically. Soap put a single bullet in his head. The creak of a floorboard outside a window caused Soap to snap his focus to a window outside. He found himself looking down his sights at Gaz, who had done the same. Soap nodded to him, and Gaz gave him a thumbs-up. As the Trooper was about to proceed through the room, his eye was caught by what looked like a metal rod sticking out from behind a overturned table. On closer inspection, it turned out to be the barrel of an AKM. Soap put a 5-round burst across the table, and caught a brief glimpse of a man's hand as it collapsed to the floor. Unfortunately, the fingers depressed the trigger, spraying bullets all over the room, mercifully missing Soap. However, their cover was blown.

A figure burst through a door on the opposite end, firing a pistol blindly and shouting. Soap dispatched him by removing half his head with a burst from his C8. Soap advanced cautiously towards the doorway. Sudden, his NVGs flooded with light as a man stepped out with a flashlight. Soap yelled and tried to pull the googles away from his eyes. He crumpled to the floor.

Suddenly, Soap heard a gentle puff puff puff. The world became green again and Soap felt something soft crash into him. Moments later, the object was dragged off of his body. Soap blinked and looked up to see Captain Price with his hand outstretched. Soap gratefully accepted the hand and climbed to his feet. Moments later, a door opened and Gaz stepped inside.

Price stepped into the room where the man with the flashlight had emerged from. Secondslater, he slung his C8 carbine and darted over to a corner of the room. Soap and Gaz followed him and saw a emaciated man lying in a corner, illuminated by the flashlight that had blinded Soap earlier. He was wearing a tattered brown shirt and was seemingly unconscious.

It seemed that they had finally found Nikolai.

Price checked for any serious injuries, and when he found none, he raised his hand and slapped the man back into consciousness.

"Wha..."

"Nikolai? It's Price. John Price."

"What...? Oh! John Price from the SAS?"

"That's right Nikolai. We've got warm food and beds back at base. You're safe now."

Nikolai smiled faintly and sighed with relief now that his ordeal was over. Gaz handed Nikolai an AK-74u carbine along with a few magazines. The group proceeded out of the house. The SAS slipped their night vision goggles into their pouches as they stepped out the doorway. Price contacted their helicopter.

"Big Bird this is Bravo Six. We have the package. Meet us at LZ one. Over."

An American accented voice replied moments later over the sound of the helicopter. "Bravo Six this is Big Bird. We're on our way. Out."


They ran towards the LZ in the fields surrounding the house. An American Blackhawk helicopter soared into view from behind the hills and slowly descended. Another SAS operative was in the chopper, scanning for threats with a MP5. Once the chopper was settled, Captain Price climbed into one of the seats. Soap helped Nikolai into his seat and got in himself. Gaz bought up the rear. As soon as everyone was on board, the chopper lifted off.

Nikolai looked perplexed, as if he was trying to remember something. Suddenly, he turned to Price with some urgency. "Have the Americans already attacked Al-Asad?"

Price looked at him questioningly. "No, their invasion begins in a few hours. Why?"

Nikolai became visibly worried. Shaking his head, he replied, "The Americans are making a mistake. They will never take Al-Asad alive."