First, here's the legal stuff. It's pointless and has no real weight, but it's here anyway.

The closest I come to owning most of the characters is owning a copy of the relevant game(s). All non-original characters and locations are therefore the properties of their respective copyright holders. Since no-one actually reads this, it's unlikely that I'm going to get sued over it, but please don't anyway.

Second, content warning. This fic contains spoilers for both Call of Duty 4 and Modern Warfare 2, some strong language, self insertion and severe sad git moments.

Now that all that pretentious bollocks is out of the way...

Call of Duty: Flip-Side

Chapter Ten: LZ's are always hot.

Sergeant Jon "Sakura" Rose
Task Force 141
Favela Rocinha, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil (1700ft ASL)
Day 4, 2016. 1615hrs local time.

"We're sorry. All lines are busy at the moment. Please hang up and try again later."
Jon sighed and snapped his phone shut.
"I can't get anyone on the horn." Ghost was cycling through the radio channels.
"The Russians must've copied the ACS module. Got the key to every lock in America." Soap guessed what was going down.
"And they're killing a thousand Americans for every dead civilian in Moscow. Looks like we're all out of friends."
"I know a guy. Let's find a payphone. They still exist?"
"All we got outta Rojas is that the only guy Makarov hates worse than Americans is locked up in a gulag." Ghost indicated the motionless body strung up a few feet away. The pose was almost symbolic.
"It's all we got. If this con's the bait to catch that psychopath, let's hang him from a tree."

"Heads up, we've got incoming. Two-hundred militiamen, at the very least. They've got every route down the hill covered." Jon folded up the binoculars and stashed them in his vest.
"Gotcha." Ghost dropped down off the roof. Jon followed. "Sir, the militia's closing in. Almost 200 of them, front and back."
"We're gonna have to fight our way to the LZ. Let's go!"
"What about Rojas?"
"The streets'll take care of him."
"Works for me."
Soap hit his VOX switch.
"Nikolai! We're at the top level of the favela surrounded by militia! Bring the chopper to the market, do you copy, over!"
"OK my friend, I am on the way!"

The team moved up the hill to an open area just below a radio mast. A Tri-Star airliner thundered overhead.
"Everyone get ready! Lock and load!"
"Tangos at the ground level dead ahead! Let's do this!"
"We've gotta get to the helicopter - head through the gate to the market! Move!"
"Contact! Foot-mobiles on the rooftops, closing in from the south!"
Jon flicked his carbine out of safe and into semi-auto, and began to lay down fire on the approaching enemies. His first shot caught one of the militiamen in the shoulder, and knocked him to the floor. Behind him, one of the other 141 operators took a round to the chest, sending a spray of crimson blood everywhere.
"Man down!" Jon called, before he heard the distinct sound of a diesel pick-up truck engine.
"Technical comin' in from the south!"
The truck pulled up by the gate, and opened fire on them, the Browning M2 .50 calibre heavy machine gun sounding like the deadliest sewing machine you've ever heard, and forcing the team to take cover behind the low wall around the radio mast. Jon blind-threw a grenade in the general direction of the militia, propelling at least one over the top of the wall. Roach popped up and put a round from his UMP into the gunner on the truck, before dropping the driver as he tried to run.
"Head through that gate! Keep pushing to the evac point!"

The team moved on, taking heavy fire from militia all the way. In one area, amongst a number of wrecked cars, Jon fired a grenade up to where a sniper had been trying to pin them down with an SVD, launching him out the window and down to earth with a sickening crack.
"Let's go, let's go! We've gotta push through these streets to the market! Watch for flanking routes!" Soap led the team around the east side of the buildings, onto another road heading back uphill. Jon and Roach moved through a building to the team's left, clearing the potential over-watch.
"Roach! Lay down some fire on the intersection!"
Roach shouldered his UMP and opened up on the advancing militia, taking out a number of them by tossing a grenade under a pick-up truck and making it explode.
"Come on, we're gonna get left behind!"
The pair moved back out onto the street as the firefight reached a grassy area near the market, where another machine-gun emplacement tried to pin them down. Jon slid into cover as one of the team loaded a grenade and fired it right into the side of the truck, the HE warhead sliding it back a good three feet and nearly making it roll, making it explode instead.

"Squad! Spread out and cut through the market! Move! Tango coming out of the shack on the right!" Soap led the way through the smaller labyrinth of the market.
"Heads up, tangos at three o'clock!" Jon called as the militia moved in on the right.
"Contacts above us at 11 o'clock, firing blind!" Ghost opened up on the enemies on the rooftops to the left.

Slowly, the team fought their way through the marketplace, before a large helicopter thundered overhead.
"There's Nikolai's Pave Low! Let's go!" The group pushed their way into a building, with a football pitch on their right. "Nikolai! ETA 20 seconds! Be ready for immediate dustoff!"
"That may not be fast enough! I see more militia closing in on the market!" Nikolai radioed in.
"Pick up the pace! Let's go!" The team broke out onto the pitch just as the Pave Low came in to land, amongst a hail of gunfire and RPG rockets.
"It's too hot! We will not survive this landing!"
"Nikolai, wave off, wave off! We'll meet you at the secondary LZ instead! Go!"
"Very well, I will meet you there! Good luck!"
The helicopter banked away from the pitch and flew off over the rooftops.
"Come on! We've got to get to the rooftops, this way! Let's go, let's go!"
Jon climbed up on top of the bins and up onto the roof. The team began to run across the steel roofs, leaping over the gaps to try to escape the incoming militia.
"My friend, from up here, it looks like the whole village is trying to kill you!"
"Tell me something I don't know! Just get ready to pick us up!"
The edge was coming up fast.
"We're running out of rooftop!"
"We can make it! Go go go!"
They reached the edge and jumped across. Or at least, most of them did. Roach didn't quite make it, and began to slide off. Soap dived for him to try and catch him, but missed.
"Dammit!" Jon almost jumped off after him. Ghost grabbed his arm.
"Leave it, mate. I hate having to do this as much as you do, but you're no good to him dead."
The chopper dropped down, and they climbed aboard. Soap watched as Roach began to come round, with the militia closing in.

"Roach! Roach! Wake up!"
The militia closed in as Roach began to stand up.
"Roach! We can see them from the chopper! They're coming for you, dozens of 'em! Roach! There's too many of them! Get the hell out of there and find a way to the rooftops! Move! Run for it! Get to the rooftops!"
Jon saw Roach break into a run to get inside.
"Roach, we're circling the area but I can't see you! You've got to get to the rooftops!"
Eventually, he broke out into the open again.
"There he is!"
"Roach! I see you! Jump down to the rooftops and meet us south of your position! Go!"
The fuel warning light flicked on in the cockpit.
"Gas is very low! I must leave in thirty seconds!" Nikolai called out.
"Roach! We're running on fumes here! You got thirty seconds! Run! Left! Turn left and jump down! Come on!" Soap dropped a rope ladder out of the side door.
"Here he comes!"
"Jump for it!"
Roach leapt off the roof and caught the ladder. Soap turned to the cockpit.
"Nikolai! We got him! Get us out of here!"
"Where to, my friend?"
"Just get us to the sub..."
Jon could feel the engines powering up as the chopper banked away from the favela and out towards the coast.

A/N: Well, this was a short one. It was supposed to go on the end of the last chapter, but I plain forgot about it until after I'd uploaded and published it. *facepalm*