Point of View: Thunder
Location: Astana, Kazakhstan
Date: May 25, 2030
"Michael, we have reports of a Makarov-based coup in Kazakhstan." President Holt said.
"Alright Madame President, 5 clicks out of Astana." I said, "Thunder out."
"Alright, Michael?" She asked.
"Yes ma'am?" I replied.
"Here's the leader's picture." She said, "Kill him."
"Yes ma'am." I said.
"Okay." The pilot of the chopper said, "Drop!"
Me, and a few others rappelled down onto the earth.
"Alright men." I said. "Jay, take point, everyone else, arrowhead formation. Go!"
"Then, an M3 Abrams dropped down in the distance. The Chinook pilot said, "Maday, Maday, we're going down!"
"Alright guys, let's help them." I said.
As we ran through the city of Astana, I seen women and children run away, as well as men. I had my Scar-L raised, sights up, and running through the town to get to the Chinook, which was shot down.
"Thunder, where now?" Qwerty asked.
"Quickly, go through this alley." I said. Then, there was the Chinook, shot down, rear rotor completely gone, and then there were Kazakhs surrounding it, coming from the North.
"Alright guys, give them hell!" I yelled. We mowed down one wave, followed by another, and another. As we did, we pushed up as far as we could to the Chinook and the tank. Then, there was another whole wave of them coming for us. I was out. Shit. Then, Price, Ghost and Roach came down out of nowhere, and helped us out.
"Price?" I asked.
"Hello Thunder." He said, "You miss us?"
"Yeah." I said, "Thanks for the help." As he threw me another mag for the Scar-L. Then, all of us together, S.A.S. and SEALs started shooting the Kazakhs. My Scar-L, Qwerty's Tavor 31, Price's M14, Ghost's ACR, and Roach's LSAT were in perfect harmony with each other. Then, the M3 Abrams roared to life, after 5 waves of Kazakhs came for it. It shot a mosque tower in front of the Kazakhs, which fell, crushing them, or separating us from them. Then, the Chinook. "Price, help out here!" I yelled, then he, and Ghost came with me, and started looking for survivors of the wreckage.
The pilot was still alive, the co-pilot, not so much. Only 18 years old. Makes me wonder how old I'll be before I croak. The pilot was thirty, and had a family, the co-pilot probably had a girlfriend and parents, or something like that.
"Don't worry." I said to the unconscious pilot, "You're going home."
After he was loaded into the chopper, we went back to our primary objective, Price, Ghost, and Roach included. My cousins were looking for Lenin in Poland. I hope they're doing okay.
Point of View: Josef Ivanov
Location: Warsaw, Poland
Date: May 31, 2030
I was with Dmitri, Anatoly, and our before Loyalist cousin Sergei. He was a part of the Spetsnaz when "President" Makarov came into power. He was supposed to invade the United States from Maine, then go down to Washington D.C. Of course that never happened after Makarov lied to him about becoming a Colonel after the invasion of Afghanistan, which, actually made him a prisoner of war to the Afghanis, and he kept his rank of Lieutenant as well.
"Sergei, are you ready?" I asked.
"Yes, I am." He said, grabbing a smoke grenade from his bandolier. Then, I put on my thermal goggles, which allow us to see in smoke, or fog, or basically, anything. After I had put them on, Anatoly kicked the door in, and Sergei threw the smoke in, blinding them, but not us. Immediately after the smoke was thrown in, I opened fire on three of them with my AK-12, standard issue from Sergei himself. We were all armed with AK-12s.
Then, me and Anatoly moved to one room, while Dmitri and Sergei moved to another. This time, I had the smoke, and Anatoly kicked the door in. Anatoly kicked the door in, I threw the smoke, then the steady RAT-TAT-TAT! of the AK went through the walls and flesh of Poles alike. After we were done with that room, we moved to the next, all doing it in Spetsnaz style too. Then, I decided to get a bit cocky with myself. I took out a smoke screen and a butcher knife I had for quick decapitations. I threw the smoke in after Anatoly kicked the door in, then I threw the knife, colliding with one man's throat. It took a few seconds for the smoke to clear, but after it did, I could not believe who the man was.
It was Josef Lenin. I killed Josef Lenin with a knife. "Sergei, guess what?" I asked him.
"What is it?" He asked.
"I killed Lenin." I said.
"Really?" He asked, "You killed Lenin?"
"Yes, I did." I said.
"Alright, let's get out of here before anyone shows up." He said.
"Good idea." Anatoly said.
Then we left there on foot, knowing what the news reporters will be saying.
Point of View: Ghost
Location: Astana, Kazakhstan
Date: May 31, 2030
Michael's phone rang. It was Josef. "Hey Josef." He said, what's up?"
"What?" He asked, mouth dropping.
Then, he started laughing.
"You killed him with what?" He asked.
"Okay Josef, I got to go, unless you can be in Kazakhstan, in three minutes."
"Who was that?" I asked him after he hung up.
"Josef, he killed Joseph Lenin with a throwing knife." He said.
"Really?" Price asked. "Bullshit."
"How is that bullshit?" Michael asked, "They were breaching rooms, Spetsnaz style, and he felt cocky, so he threw a knife in and Lenin just happened to be there." He continued.
I'm not sure, but I call it." Price said.
"Alright." He said, before we came to the compound the coup leader was supposed to be in.
Michael then laid 20 pounds of C4 down next to the walls. We were only one "SEAL" team, there were three others who were breaching as well. We got the south side of the compound. When the C4 blew, we found little resistance on the south side, opposite of the north. Not so lucky.
Then, we went in, first we killed the Machine Gunners, then we moved to different rooms. S.A. S. and SEAL team 7 took the last door on the right. After we breached it, we found him in the room. Michael asked him where Makarov was. He said something in Arabic, I don't remember how to speak Arabic as well as I used to. It set Price off pretty bad, he put on his gas mask, instructed us all to do so, so we did, and he took out a thermos and opened it, immediately after, the fucker's eyes started bugging out of his head. Then, he told us Makarov was in Saint Petersburg. Price then gave him a gas mask, then shot him in the skull.
"Let's go boys, nothing else here." He said.
After we left the compound, we went to see the President to tell her what happened.
"Madame President?" Michael asked, walking into the White House.
"Do you have an appointment with her.
"Look for Lieutenant Michael J. Finn." He said.
"J?" I asked.
"Joseph." He said.
"Lieutenent?" Price asked, "Last time I remember, you were only a Chief Petty Officer."
"I got promoted." He said.
Then, the lady at the front desk said, "I'm sorry Lieutenant, you're not on here."
He told her to call her on the phone and ask, which she did. The President said, send him up immediately. We said thanks and went.
"Madame President?" He asked.
"Yes Michael?" She replied.
"The Kazakh is dead." He said.
"Good job." She said, "You'll be promoted to Commander." She said.
"Who goes from Lieutenant to Commander?" Price asked.
"The Navy's ranks are far different from the S.A.S. or the Army's." Michael said.
"Yeah." President Holt said.
"Well, where to next?" Michael asked.
"You deserve a vacation." Was the President's reply.
"Thank you Madame President." He said.
"Then right over to Russia to find Makarov." She stated.
"All right, I guess we're going to London then." Price said.
"All right Price." Michael said, before going to California.
