Tracking… Found
PFC. Joseph Allen A.K.A. Alexei Borodin
Task Force 141/ CIA Deep Cover Assignment
Moscow, Russia
This shit hurt. I didn't know how, but Makarov knew. He knew that I wasn't who I said I was. He knew I wasn't really Alexei Borodin but Joseph Allen. Now I had paid the ultimate price. Makarov had taken an M9 and shot me in the chest, right above where my vest covered. This wasn't looking too good for me. I laid on the ground as FSB agents approached. I watched as one of them crouched, looked at me, and saw that I wasn't Russian, but American. This wasn't good. The Task Force could be exposed because of me. They could be attacked in America. I watched helpless as I blacked out, slowly bleeding to death.
Signal Lost…
Tracking… Found
Sergeant Gary "Roach" Sanderson
Task Force 141
Colorado, United States of America
We were in the war room, being briefed by Shepherd. One of the FNGs that Shepherd had recruited had been sent on a mission in deep cover within Makarov's Inner Circle and had been killed. Now we had to figure out what our next move was.
"The Russians ain't gonna let this massacre go unanswered. It's gonna get bloody." Ghost said
"Too right, mate. Now, in the eyes of the world, they're the victims. No one's gonna say a word when the Russians club every American they can reach." MacTavish said
The Captain pulled up the casualty list with Allen's profile. MacTavish also started to use a security camera to analyze a pile of shells on the floor.
"Makarov was one move ahead. Now he's left thousands of bodies at the feet of an American." Shepherd said
"We're the only ones who know it was Makarovs' op. Our credibility was with Allen." MacTavish said
"And he's in a coma." I muttered
It was true. He hadn't been killed, despite Russian civilian's best efforts. The Russian government had grudgingly given him back to us, but we knew they weren't going to let this go. They were going to retaliate, and they were going to send everything at the United States.
"We need proof." Neon said
The screen began to flash as a match had been found. The shell's origin had been found in Brazil. The satellite began to track a man named Alejandro Rojas, along with his assistant. There wasn't a name for his assistant, which was weird, but I wasn't going to say anything.
"Alejandro Rojas." Shepherd said
"Never heard of him, sir." MacTavish said
"You know him as Alex the Red. He supplied the assault."
Now I knew who the bastard was. He used to be a low level weapons clerk for the KGB, but moved up through the ranks. Then he went freelance in the late '90s. If it wasn't for Shepherd telling us his alias, I would've gone the entire mission not knowing who this guy was.
"One bullet to unleash the fury of a whole nation. Which means…" The Captain started saying
"He's our ticket to Makarov." Shepherd finished "Wheels up in sixty mikes. Dismissed."
We all left and I immediately left for the armory. I wanted to get there first to get my guns. It took forever when everybody was taking their sweet ass time getting their attachments and other things. That's what I didn't like about some people. They need all these attachments. Like Apex, for one. He puts any and all attachments that will fit on the gun. No, you're supposed to put a sight, maybe a grenade launcher, possibly a suppressor. You don't need everything on your gun. When I got there, I already found the new girl, Stratton. She got her call sign pretty fast, only second to how fast I got mine. It was kind of weird to see that she was a woman, but it was nice to know that she was British. I would've hated it if I had been forced to bunk with an American. I found their accents so weird. But after I had heard her story about her time in The Pit, I dubbed her Desert. As I walked in, she turned around and smiled.
"Hey, Roach." She said
"Hey. What you doing here?" I asked
"Getting ready. Captain MacTavish told me that I'm going on an op with the team to Brazil. Came here to get a new gun. What do you think I should get?"
It was weird the way MacTavish ran the armory. He let everybody put anything they wanted on whatever gun they wanted. He didn't care what gun you had for the mission, as long as the gun you picked got the job done.
"I'd go with either an M4A1 or an ACR. Those are usually my go to weapons."
"Thanks. I think I'll go with the M4."
She turned around and started to configure her gun. When all was said and done, all she had on her M4 was a red dot sight and an M203. Simple. I loved it.
"See you on the plane, Roach."
"See you."
I stepped up and got my loadout ready. It was going to be hell to get through Rio to find Rojas, so I was going to want some big guns. I got an ACR with an ACOG scope and grenade launcher. The other gun was a UMP45 with an ACOG sight and a G18 to top it all off. Once I was done, I left to go get my gear on. I went back up to my room, and as I walked in, I saw Desert standing there in the process of getting changed. She shrieked, and I slammed the door shut.
"My bad!" I yelled through the door
"What's the problem, Roach?" Meat asked
"Just walked in on Desert changing."
"And you didn't stay to watch? Damn, you disappoint me."
That was one thing I didn't like about Meat. The guy was kind of a pervert. The farther away he was from the two new FNGs, the better. He knew not to fuck with Neon, but these girls were fresh meat. I just hoped that he knew to keep his mind focused on the mission and not on them. Five minutes later, Desert walked out of the room, fully dressed.
"Listen, I'm sorry about that. I'm not used to sharing my room with anybody. I forgot to check if you were in there." I said
"No, it's okay. I should've gone and changed in the bathroom or something. I should've thought that you might walk in."
"Again, sorry."
I walked into the room, and got my gear on. I put my plate carrier on, then started to load the magazines I grabbed from the armory into the pouches. Once everything had found it's home, I put on my balaclava and goggles, then left the room, helmet in hand. Almost thirteen hours later, we landed on the USS Theodore Roosevelt. We were landing just long enough to get on a boat and head to shore. Once we were there, two jeeps were already sitting there.
"Alright, Ghost, you take Meat, Royce, and Havoc. I'll take Roach, Desert, Neon, and Coffin. Let's move."
We all got into our respective jeeps and headed out. "Command, how are we finding Rojas's assistant?" MacTavish asked
"The local militia are looking for him. Their last known location is about half a click northwest."
"Roger. MacTavish out."
It took a little while, but we eventually found them. So then we continued to follow them for another half hour.
"MacTavish, are you sure you're following the right van?" Ghost asked
"Ghost, the plates are a match." MacTavish said
"Copy. Any sign of Rojas's right hand man?"
"Negative. They've stopped twice already. No sign of him."
Right as MacTavish said this, the van stopped again. "Wait, they've stopped again. Standby."
I watched as two men got out of the van and approached a store. A man came out of the front of the store with his hands up.
"Got a positive ID! Whoever these guys are, they're not happy to see him." MacTavish said
I watched as Rojas's assistant pulled out a Desert Eagle and shot the two men. Another started to creep up from behind the van, but he was shot and killed too.
"Ghost, we have a situation here!"
That's when the assistant started shooting at us. "Get down! Get down!"
We all ducked down, but Coffin wasn't so lucky. He looked around, but the steering wheel was in his way. He couldn't get down, so he caught a bullet to the head. I watched as his brain matter splatter all over the dashboard. Coffin's body slumped over onto the steering wheel and the car's horn began to sound.
We jumped out of the truck and started to run down the street. If we couldn't cut him off before he got to Rojas, then we were screwed.
"Ghost, Coffin's dead! We're on foot! Meet us at the Hotel Rio and cut him off if you can!" MacTavish yelled
"Roger, I'm on my way!" Ghost said
We took a right down the street and then another right before I saw the assistant run down an alley.
"He went into the alley!" Ghost yelled, joining us
"Non-lethal takedowns only! We need him alive!" MacTavish said
We continued to follow the assistant, but he was about to climb a staircase, escaping from us.
"Roach- take the shot! Go for his leg!"
I aimed down the sights of my ACR, but just as I was about to fire, a gun went off next to my head. I crouched down, one hand on my ear, the other one holding me off of the ground. That shit stung, far worse than any flashbang. I started to get up, but my ear was still ringing. I looked around and saw Rojas's assistant lying on the ground. I guess he was hit by the bullet next to my head. I turned around and saw Havoc standing there with her SCAR-H pulled up. That's when I lost it.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" I yelled
"What?"
"You just shot a fucking gun off right next to my fucking ear! Are you trying to make me go deaf? I can't shoot people if I can't hear where they're coming from!"
"Alright, Roach. That's enough. You can be pissed at her when we get home. She may be a hazard to your health, but she's still a member of the team." Ghost said
"Heh. Hazard, I like it. Looks like you just got your call sign." MacTavish said "Alright, let's get him in that garage over there."
"Roach, Desert, go get a car battery from one of the crashed cars. I've got some work to do." Ghost said
That wasn't good. I've been around Ghost enough that I knew that he was about to torture the poor bastard. I pray to him that he gives up the information willingly. After we got the battery, we returned to the garage, and by that time Rojas's assistant was already tied up to a chair.
"Put it on the table over there." Ghost said
I did as he said and put the battery on the table. After that, I went back outside with the others. I watched Ghost put jumper cables on the battery, then spark them.
"Roach, this is going to take some time. Go with Meat, Royce, and Desert and check the favela for any sign of Rojas- that's where this guy was headed." MacTavish said
After that, he closed the door, but I could still hear the screams of Rojas's assistant. I didn't want to stick around for that. I'm sorry Hazard had to.
"Let's go. Remember- there are civilians in the favela. Watch your fire out there." Royce said
Up ahead there was a chain-link fence with a massive hole in it. About five feet below was the floor of the favela. We sat in front of it for a second before moving on.
"Meat, get these civvies out of here." Royce said
"Roger that."
Meat jumped down and started to yell in Portuguese and shooting his gun in the air. After that, we all jumped down and started to move through the favela. Before we could get far, however, more militia appeared all around.
"Bravo Six, be advised- we've engaged enemy militia at the lower village. Roach! I'm with you! Watch the rooftops! GO!" Royce yelled
I saw two alleyways, and I took the right one. I saw Desert and Meat go left. We started to clear through them, killing everybody in our way.
"Royce, gimme a sitrep, over!" MacTavish said
"Lots of militia but no sign of Rojas over here, over!" Royce said
"Copy that! Keep searching! Let me know if you see him! Out!"
There were a lot of these fuckers. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they knew we were coming and had set up this ambush for when we moved through. I took my grenade launcher and shot a round through the window of a building, clearing it.
"Meat is down! I repeat, Meat is down!" Desert yelled
"Desert, if you can, try and make your way over to us!" I said
Within a few seconds, she was slamming into cover right next to me. "Hey." I said
"Hey." She said, breathing heavily
I popped out of cover and started to shoot the hostiles pouring at us. Then something bad happened. I watched Royce get shot.
"Roach! I'm hit!"
Now it was just me and Desert. I saw a smaller space in between two of the buildings. I tossed a flashbang, then waited for the grenade to go off.
"Desert, let's go!" I yelled
The flashbang went off and we ran for it. On the other side of the alley was more militia, but they were all blind. Together, we all shot them and continued running deeper into the favela.
"Roach- we've got Rojas's location! He's heading along the upper levels of the favela. We'll keep him from doubling back on our side. Keep going and cut him off at the top! There's no time for backup. You and Desert are gonna have to do this on your own. Good luck. Out." MacTavish
We moved up another set of stairs and started running along a chain-link fence. As we ran past, a dog jumped at us, but it was on the other side of the fence. Desert reacted before I did. She pulled out her sidearm, which just so happened to be a Desert Eagle. The dog was shot in the head twice before I even knew what was happening.
"We have to keep moving. Let's go." She said
We continued to run, and I saw a civilian making a gun gesture with his hands and waving them. I guess that he was trying to tell us the militia were coming. I just waved my hands, trying to get the guy to go back inside. I hoped this guy wasn't going to get killed trying to help us. I didn't get the chance to worry, because more militia showed up. We took cover at the corners of a building, shooting at the men that were trying to kill us. Once they were dead, we moved up another staircase and killed the hostile that was waiting for us at the top. I went left while Desert moved up a staircase in front of us. I moved forward, but I got pinned down when a gunner burst through a window. I ducked down and waited for him to reload. I heard the gun click empty before I popped out of cover, and killed him. After he was dead, I moved up to regroup with Desert. She wouldn't last long out here alone.
"Roach, watch the rooftops! We've had a few close calls with RPGs and machine guns positioned up high!" MacTavish said
Yeah, that information would've been useful about twenty seconds ago before I was being shot at. I turned left down the alley and saw the stairs Desert had gone up. But where the hell was she?
"Roach! Roach, I'm over here!" I heard her yell
I looked around the corner and saw her taking cover inside an apartment. I sprinted across the alley and dove into the apartment. I crawled backwards as bullets sprayed at my feet. That would suck, getting shot in the foot, being forced to stay behind and die because of a bullet to the big toe. I got up and walked over to the door way on the other side of the apartment. I peeked out and was almost shot in the face as I saw a flash on the roof of a building. I tore back before the sniper could shoot me in the head. I pulled out another flashbang and threw it. When I heard the bang, I ran out and took cover behind another corner. Now that I was closer, I could hit him with a frag. I pulled the grenade out and threw it up and around the corner. I heard I yell of fright and the next thing I knew, the sniper was on the ground at my feet. I guess he had tried to jump off the roof when the grenade had exploded. Now there was nothing left on his face but muscle and tendons. It was kind of disgusting, but that was war. I started to move up again, but another gunner threw a window open. Before I could do anything, there was a bullet hole in his forehead. I turned around and saw Desert standing there with her gun raised.
"Thanks." I said
"No problem. Let's keep moving."
We started to move farther into the favela, killing all the hostiles we could see. This was going to be a problem if we couldn't find Rojas soon. We moved past a large group of hostiles, but they were easily taken care of by a flashbang and a grenade from my M203. At one point, I saw Rojas climbing up a ladder, but MacTavish told us not to shoot him. We needed him unharmed, he said. When we were near the top of the favela, MacTavish finally gave us his reason for not letting us shoot him.
"I've got another clear leg shot!" Ghost said
"Negative! Not unless you wanna carry him back out with all this militia breathing down you neck! I need him unharmed!"
We cleared another alleyway and continued up a flight of stairs. We were almost to the top of the favela by now. I reached a small courtyard with a single car in it, and Rojas was running on the rooftops above that car.
"He's gonna get away!" Ghost yelled
"No he's not." MacTavish said calmly
That's the time when shit got crazy. MacTavish burst out the window next to Rojas and tackled him onto the car below.
"Frontrunner, this is Bravo Six. We've got the package. I repeat, we have got the package."
"Command, ready for dustoff. Send the chopper. Coordinates to fol- Bollocks! The skies are clear! Send the chopper now! Command's got their head up their arse. We're on our own." Ghost said
Shit. I had the feeling that today wasn't going to end any time soon.
Signal Lost…
Tracking… Found
2nd Lieutenant Amy "Neon" King
Task Force 141
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil 1700 ft A.S.L.
I looked over at John. I had to hand it to him, he's come a long way ever since his days as a Sergeant in the SAS. I watched as he tore Rojas off of the car and led him over to a window with a set of bars on it. I knew what he was about to do. The same thing Ghost did to Rojas's assistant in the garage back at the bottom of the mountain.
"Sir, I'll do it." Ghost said
I watched Ghost open the hood of the car, remove the battery, then pull a pair of jumper cables out of the bag on his back. I guess he had kept them from earlier. Either that, or he kept his own set. I saw Ghost put the cables on the battery, then tie Rojas's arms to the bars with zip ties. I knew where this was headed, so I walked off. I didn't want to be here for when he started torturing the poor bastard. This was going to be a long day if we had to wait for Rojas to break.