Date: June 6, 2030
Point of View: Commander Thunder
Location: California
"I better get going." I said to my family after the President told me to get to Russia immediately. Operation: Red Rose was effective immediately.
What was Red Rose you may ask? If you were American, British, or French military you would know. If not, let me fill in a few details. There were assassins stationed at every place Makarov would be at. Or atleast we thought. When I got to Russia, I found him, but I was unarmed. He was at my cousin's safe house. I think there was noone there, but I can't be too sure. I rushed in, and was met with the grip of a .45 to the face. When I woke up, I found Anatoly was here too. Tied to a chair, we couldn't move. Makarov looked at me, and asked, "Who do you think would rather die?"
"I would." Anatoly said.
"What?" I asked.
"Da." He said, "Mikhail, you still have a lot to live for."
"No Anatoly, you can easily take him down." I said.
"Do it Makarov, kill me." He said.
"Really?" He asked.
"Yes," Anatoly said. After that, Makarov hel a Desert Eagle up to Anatoly's skull, and pulled the trigger. Then, he shot me in the stomach. He then said, "Mikhail, just let me do what I'm doing."
"No." I said, "You're a maniac."
"No." He said, "I'm not, every other world power is."
"How?" I asked.
"Just forget it." He said, as he walked out. After he did, I tried to escape, but found no use of it. I waited, and waited, and waited for my cousins to get back. Once they did, they found me close to death.
"Mikhail, what happened?" Josef asked.
"Makarov." I said. They all followed my gaze, and found Anatoly dead on the floor.
"Anatoly?" Sergei asked.
"Yep." I said, "That's Anatoly right there."
"How could this have happened?" Dmitri asked.
"I don't know." I said.
"Well, this is a sad day for the Mafia." Josef said.
"This is the beginning of something new." I said, as I walked out. "This is Makarov's death penalty." I continued, as I seen no cars on the road, or anything for that matter.
Date: June 3, 2031
Point of View: $
Location: London, England, United Kingdom
"Makarovs have always been slippery." I said to Ghost. "This is no different."
"Yeah." Ghost said, "But did you hear about Michael's cousin?"
"No." I said, "What happened?" I asked.
"He died at Makarov's hand." Ghost said.
"Should I let him kill him this time?" I asked.
"Depends on the circumstances." Ghost said, as we both walked out.
"Well." I said, "Let's go."
"Yessir." He said.
Date: June 6, 2031
Point of View: Thunder
Location: St. Petersburg, Russia
"Makarov." I said, "Where are you." I was with Price and Josef. I then got a call from the President. She said, "Michael, He's in the building directly to your left."
"Thanks Madame Presidemt." I said, as I got out of the car.
"What are you going to call this one?" She asked.
"Call it, Operation: Redirection." I said, as I threw C4 into the building. I immediately went after Makarov who was on the roof already, waiting for a helicopter. As we cut through what seemed like hundreds of guards, I heard a chopper beginning to descend.
"Go for it Michael." Price said, "We'll cover you!"
"Alright." I said, as I vaulted over the overturned table, shooting as I did so. I immediately ran to the stairs of the roof, and then, there he was. The bastard was right infront of me. "Makarov!" I yelled.
"Cute." He said, "You came alone?"
"Nope." I said. Then two guards came over from both sides, armed, and then Makarov said, "I win."
"You lose." I stated, as I got my gun, a 1911 from my pocket and shot the guards, then Makarov, gun out, aimed it at me. I lunged at him, hitting his hand, and tried shooting at him, he did the same, until my gun was knocked out of my hand, but I caught it with my left. This kept going for a few minutes, but they felt like seconds. It kept going until, one of Makarov's volleys hit Price in the leg, and another hit Josef in the stomach aarea. Now, it was truly up to me. I pushed him away from me, and had my gun up to his skull. I said, "Any last words?" He replied with "Chopper." I looked up, and there was a Russian hind, aimed directly at me. I shot Makarov, still looking at the hind. Then, it shot two rockets at me, I jumped off the building.
White, white lights surrounded me. As I opened my eyes, I found myself in a hospital bed, next to me was Josef, but no Price. Josef was still unconcious. I looked around and asked for someone. I found Brenna sitting next to me, alseep. I kissed her, and then she woke up. She looked shocked to see me awake, or it was the fact, I was looking directly at her.
"Michael?" She asked.
"Hey BZ." I said, "How are you?"
"Better than you are." She said, hugging me. "What happened?" She asked.
"Chopper." I replied.
She then laughed at my remark.
"Where's Price?" I asked.
"Who's Price?" She asked.
"A friend in Russia." I stated.
"Did he help you kill Makarov?" She asked.
"Yeah, but he was shot by him too." I said.
"I don't know." She said.
"Get my parents." I said, as she walked out. Immediately after, my mom and dad walked in with a young girl. She looked about ten.
"Who's she?" I asked.
"Your new sister." My mom said.
"What?" I asked.
"Yeah." My dad said, "We adopted her."
"From where?" I asked.
"Russia." He said, "Which is why we couldn't have her until you went over."
"Hello Mikhail." She said, hugging me.
"Hey little girl." I said. "What's her name?" I asked.
"Her name is Anatolyia." My dad said, "After Anatoly."
"That's cool." I said, "Welcome to the family Anatolyia."
"Thank you." She said.
"Dad." I began, "Where's Price." I said.
"Michael." He said, "Captain Price is MIA."
"MIA?" I asked.
"Yeah." He said, "He's either MIA, or KIA."
"He's MIA." I said, "He's gotta be."
"Michael, he was atleast 60 years old." He said, "You even said it."
"Dammit." I said.
"I know how you feel." He said, "I did too."
"Well, when is the wedding?" I asked.
"Next month." Brenna said.
"Alright." I said, as they walked out. "RIP Price."
Date: June 9, 2031
Point of View: $
Location: Moscow, Russia
"Where am I?" I asked.
"Shh. Price, everything is alright." Dmitri said, holding a Bizon PP19 in his hand. When I actually knew of my surroundings, we were in an ambulance.
"What is going on?" I asked.
"Nothing, although now, there is an even bigger threat in Moscow." He said, "Will you help us?"
"What is it?" I asked.
"There is a nuclear bomb in a subway, and we need to disarm it." He said.
"Who did this?" I asked.
"Makarovists." Sergei said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Da." Sergei said.
"Alright." I said, "MacMillan?" I asked into my wrist communicator.
"Yeah." He said.
"Is there a nuke in a Moscow subway?" I asked.
"Yes." He said, "There is one on Ivanovich Street." He said.
"Thanks MacMillan." I said, "Price out."
"Ivanovich Street?" Sergei asked.
"Yeah." I said, "Why?"
"That's a block away." He said.
"Let's go then." Dmitri said.
"I'm on it!" He said, as Dmitri called the cops, telling them there was a nuke here. Immediately after, there were twenty cop cars surrounding the subway, and people were being evacuated. The trains all stopped, and were atleast ten to twenty miles away. The cops succesfully disarmed the bomb, with my help of course. Moscow was safe once again.
Date: July 10, 2031
Point of View: Thunder
Location: California, USA
"Hi Brenna." I said, after she walked down the aisle.
"Hey." She said, as we looked back at the pastor.
"Do you Michael J. Finn take Brenna to be your lawfully wedded bride?" He asked.
"I do." I said.
"And do you Brenna C. Zwicjer take Michael to be your lawfully wedded bride?" He asked again.
"I do." She said.
"You may kiss the bride." After we were done with the wedding, and me in my blues, with the medals I had gotten pinned on, we walked out of the church. Officially married.
"That was fun." I said.
"Yeah." She agreed, "It was fun."
I then sighed a sigh of relief. It was over, we won. The U.S. and England. We won. I don't know where Price is, but I do know, if he is dead, he is in a better place.
Here is a timeline of what happened during and after the war.
March 14, 2030 - Failed Operaton "Goldfish." Michael J. "Thunder" Finn is taken P.O.W.
March 16, 2030 - Thunder breaks out of prison; Russian forces invade Afghanistan.
April 9, 2030 - Defense of Herat | Major victory for Afghani forces
April 17, 2030 - Invasion of Kabul | Afghanistan is annexed to Russia
May 2, 2030 - Alexei is assassinated | Chechnya is annexed once again to Russia
May 17, 2030 - Makarov's prostitute is brought to the U.S.
May 25, 2030 - Makarov coup is based in Kazakhstan | Major victory for U.S. invading forces
May 31, 2030 - Joseph Lenin is killed | Major victory for English and U.S. invading forces
June 6, 2031 - Makarov is killed
June 9, 2031 - Nuclear bomb is planted in Moscow | Major loss for Makarovist followers.
Author's Note: