CHEMICAL ATTACKS THROUGHOUT EUROPE
Chemical weapons used in coordinated attacks across Europe
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Miho's heart stopped. They were chemical weapons that were shipped into Europe, one of the packages that the three of them failed to secure. Because they failed to secure the cargo, this is the result.
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CHEMICAL ATTACKS IN WESTMINISTER
A "Dirty Bomb" Explodes in London
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This was bad. Her home, the place where she called home, was in flames. The attacks killed more people, the attacks brought more deaths to the men, women, and children. She remembered seeing those people who she failed to save that day, now she was being forced to suffer the consequences of her actions. They died because she couldn't protect them.
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British Male News Reporter: At 6:22 Greenwich Mean Time, chemical attacks were triggered across Europe.
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Miho read the reports incoming into her laptop. Having special access to the military intelligence network, she was the only Task Force 141 member who was able to communicate with the British government and grab intel of current events, thanks to McMillan. He gave her special access, as long as she promised not to let anyone else know that she was in the know. It looks like McMillan was worried about her, and actually liked her as a close friend. He would be willing to give her clearance to military intel, even if he wasn't supposed to.
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"I repeat: Downing Street is within the contamination radius, over!" Wallcroft shouted in his microphone. Hearing this, Miho was tracking his location. All over Europe, the entire continent was covered by the chemical weapon snuck into Europe.
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In central London, the contamination field was in a 4-mile radius, with people in that region dead, or dying.
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"British Female News Reporter: It's been called the worst terror event in history."
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One of the news channels were playing the news. Miho was listening to this as she saw all of the major defenses and intelligence hubs go offline due to the attacks.
Finding a live distress call, she clicked on it. It was from the France GIGN stationed in Paris.
"This is GIGN HQ. My men are dead or dying! Ghhouch, I've been exposed!" The GIGN Commander was frantically saying as he was coughing badly.
Closing that channel, she saw another one just pop up. It was a communication channel between Overlord and Ramstein AFB.
"This is Ramstein! We're under attack!" Ramstein AFB was shouting.
"Roger. We are aware of the gas attack and are sending decon units your way." Overlord replied.
"Not the gas! We're under attack by Russian ground forces!" That person told Overlord.
"Say again, Ramstein. What Russian forces?" Overlord asked.
"The entire Russian army! Request immediate assistance!" The man frantically shouted.
Miho looked at the tactical map that was showing live location of the area. It showed the Russian forces moving into Europe. Refreshing the news website, she saw the new headline.
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RUSSIAN TROOPS PRESENT IN PARIS
Reports of tanks on the Champs Elysees
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This made Miho get mad. The chemical weapons were a diversion for the Russian army to invade. They killed innocent people in Europe, killed the people in her homeland, just to invade it. Why? Those bastards.
She wanted to find and choke Makarov and the Russian president. The Russian president must have worked with Makarov to sacrifice civilians to invade Europe. They will pay for every single person they killed in London, and the entire Europe.
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CHEMICAL DEVICE EXPLODES IN WARSAW
ATTACKS IN BRUSSELS
CHEMICAL DEVICE EXPLODES IN ROME
TERRORIST ATTACKS IN GERMANY'S CAPITAL CITY
CHEMICAL BOMB EXPLODES IN PRAGUE
PEACE DELEGATION ATTACKED IN HAMBURG
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These news titles continued, showing the situation in Europe. The last one, however, was different. Reading it again, she saw that this one was different.
"Sir, we've lost contact with the delegation in Hamburg." The Battle Captain spoke to Overlord.
"Metal 0-1, this is Overlord actual. You are being re-routed for Hamburg. We've got a principal level hostage rescue."
"Who is it?" This time, it was Sandman, someone she knew long ago.
"The Vice President." Overlord replied.
Closing the channel, she was shocked to hear about the vice president of the US being taken hostage. It looks like a lot happened while she was on the run.
Logging out of the intelligence network, she shut down the computer. She was angry, and depressed. Angry that Makarov was able to attack the population, depressed because she couldn't stop or reduce it from happening. Price informed her that he contacted the British Mi5 about the packages arriving into Europe, but they couldn't stop it. What they got was a decoy, empty containers. She couldn't blame the SAS in the area, even if they were informed about the cargo. She could, but then if She got to the package in time, she could have done something.
She knows there were multiple trucks, so if they were able to secure all of them, maybe none of them would have attacked all of the major cities in Europe. The cargo all came from Sierra Leone, so if they only had gotten there before any of the chemicals were even able to be shipped off….
Miho was frustrated. While walking to the mess hall to get breakfast, she bumped into Yuri, who saw her.
"Hey, Miho. Did you sleep well last night?" Yuri asked.
"I guess it was fine. I am guessing you got my clothes off?" Miho asked.
"Yes. I believe you might be unable to sleep or suffocate, especially if you slept with the uniform on while drunk."
"I figured. Thank you." Miho replied. If she was a normal girl, she would have gotten angry and shocked, but after months of fighting and experiencing the military, she doesn't even care anymore. Besides, it's possible to have problems if you sleep while wearing an extremely hot uniform on before sleeping, which might raise body temperature.
"I'm surprised you're already up." Yuri told her.
"I guess months of drinking alcohol. I cannot hold like 5 vodkas though." Miho admitted.
"That's still a lot. If you do, then you will join us Russians." Yuri replied.
"Yeah…" Miho told her.
Five minutes Later
Miho walked to the cafeteria, where Soap and Price was having a meal. They were enjoying Shepherd's pie, a British meal. Apparently it was the special on the menu. Ironically, it reminded her of a certain individual.
"Morning Miho. Guess what we're having for breakfast." Soap asked.
"Shepherd's pie. Food that shares the name of a traitor."
"Let's not think 'bout that. We don't want to lose our appetite." Price told her as the two continued eating. Miho sighed as Yuri and she went to the chef to get their meal. Getting it, she went to grab a seat beside Soap, Yuri grabbing a seat beside Price.
"Ittadakimasu." Miho whispered as she did her traditional Japanese praise for the food before eating. It's been a while since she did that, ever since she joined the 141.
"Long time since you did that." Soap muttered as he continued eating.
"I know."
The group ate in silence, as they were the only ones up at the time, most of the Loyalists we're asleep from working last night, so they were still asleep.
Finishing the meal, Miho remembered something. She wanted to ask about the day Price and Soap had to stop a missile that could have potentially killed millions.
"Soap. Can you tell me about how you and Price stopped two missiles that were heading for the Eastern seaboard of the US?" Miho asked Soap.
"I'm guessing you were looking through the Intel you grabbed from Shepherd's base."
"Yeah..." Miho said as she blushed.
"Don't worry. It's a long story. Price and I remember that day. It was a joint operation between the US Marine Corps and us, the Special Air Service. Our mission was to stop a mad man from killing millions."
"I read up to the point where you reported two missiles we're launched." Miho told the two.
"I would like to know about it too." Yuri told Price and Soap.
"Listen up, lads. We'll tell you about the rough journey we had to go through to stop a dangerous plan that looked like an evil plan of HYDRA to attack the US with their giant flying wing bomber. However, this would have resulted in the Eastern Seaboard becoming the Capital Wasteland in 4D, as well as the bloody Commonwealth in other places.
"I am guessing you two were Captain America and Bucky right?" Miho asked.
"Yup. Exactly like that. Except ours were more serious. HYDRA's bomber would have dropped atomic bombs, which is way less threatening than Zakhaev's nuclear missiles. This would have killed way more people than atomic bombs in reality. While both would have long term consequences, Zakhaev's would be more dangerous than HYDRA's plan to devastate the US with their atomic bombs. This is what made Shepherd act in the first place." Price told her.
"How'd-"
"You're not the only person who read the confisticated reports from the base."
Miho guesses that Price knew she was interested in that day.
"So can you tell me?" Miho asked.
"Depends on where you are. So exactly what point do you mean? Price inquired.
I stopped reading the point you reported the second was launched."
Price was impressed. Miho actually read quite a bit to know what was happening.
"Let's go to the office. Get some tea or something to drink, and some biscuits. It's going to be a long one." Price is formed her.
15 minutes later
Miho was carrying a tray with Earl grey, a kettle full. Yuri was carrying a tray with the biscuits. Carrying 4 cups with the kettle, Miho entered Price's office. Soap and Price was sitting on the bench.
"Now you two are here, sit down. Let's start the story." Price said as he began.
Mission Briefing
S.A.S/U.S.M.C Joint Operation
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Altay Mountains, Russia
Nuclear launch detected
Analyzing...
RT2UTTH missiles x2
Topol-M Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles (ICBM)
Internal components, warheads: 6 x Nuclear 550kT MIRV
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Analysing trajectory, Simulated: United States of America, East
Analysing Casualty Projections:
Boston, MA: 4,411,835
Hartford, CT: 1,188,241
New York, NY: 18,818,536
Philadelphia, PA: 5,823,233
Baltimore, MD: 2,639,213
Washington, D.C: 5,290,400
Richmond, VA: 1,175,750
Norfolk, VA: 1,749,541
Total Projected Casualties: 41,096,749
"All In"
Day 6 - 07:16:13
Altay Mountains, Russia
Sgt, Soap Mctavish, John Price
22nd SAS Regiment
(Price)
[Soap]
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(Soap and I had to enter the base. While we did help the Americans enter the base, they went in advance. We went in later.)
"Bravo Six, we're still working with the Russians to get the launch codes. We should have them shortly. Keep moving. Out."
"Go! Go! Go!" Price shouted as Soap followed.
"If we miss this, we're going to be responsible for whoever dies due to Zakhaev's madness." Soap shouted as he followed Price.
"No shit, Soap!"
(The bloody place was filled with ultranationalists everywhere, with that bloody chopper approaching us, we could have died if that fellow SAS guy didn't shoot it down.)
The Mi-24 was about to fire on the group, but before it could kill Soap, Price, and Griggs, a member of the SAS was in the area with an RPG. He shot it down, saving their lives.
(Never got his name. However, we still owe our lives, or we could have been killed, due to Griggs carrying heavy equipment, and without him, we would have been filled with holes.)
When the group reached the fence, Sniper Team Two radioed in.
"Bravo Six, Sniper Team Two is now in position. We'll give ya sniper cover and recon from where we are, over."
"Copy! Keep us posted! Out!" Price replied.
[Those snipers were like Deadshot. They never missed a single shot taking out the bloody Ultranationalists who were trying to kill us.]
Entering the compound, the group was immediately assaulted by Ultranationalists who wanted them dead. Hiding behind some containers, Soap used his grenade launcher on his gun to blow them up, killing them in two shots.
"This is Sniper Team Two. You've got hostiles and light armor coming to you from the north. Suggest you get some C4 out there or find some heavy weapons, over." Sniper Team Two informed them.
"Thanks for the info, wanker!"
Soap sarcastically replied. The sound of heavy APCs moving on the road were obvious, even before they told him.
[The Snipers were also spotters, but sometimes, they were just plain useless when reminding us of things that we already know.]
Pulling out his smoke grenades and a couple C4s, Soap pulled the safety pin on the smoke grenade and threw it near the APC. This made the APC stop, as the driver had limited vision and couldn't see anything, afraid that he would run over his own comrades. Slapping on a C4, Soap got out the detonator and made a run into a safe distance.
Blowing it up, the sound of an exploding APC meant one APC was out of the picture.
[I was already used to getting rid of vehicles like that, so it wasn't a challenge.]
At that moment, Command radioed in.
"Bravo Six, this is command, gimme a sit-rep over."
"We're inside the perimenter, approaching the gates to the silos! Out!" Price told command.
"I'm doing all the dirty work, Price. I hope you do your part!" Soap complained.
(Soap wasn't too happy with me just doing some killings while he had to deal with the APCs, I actually took one out myself.)
[I didn't see you take one out, old man. You probably were eating Burger King while hiding in a building for all I know.]
The group reached the northeast gate, but found it closed and blocked.
"The northeast gate is blocked! We gotta cut to the right!" A SAS soldier informed them.
Turning around, the group had to fight back more men who were loyal to Zakhaev. Endless amount of men was just pouring out of the base.
They were slowly being pushed back from the area, so they had no choice but to hide in cover.
"We're gonna need some more ground support sir!" Griggs informed them. This couldn't get any worse.
[It didn't thank god. That bloke who was a member of the SAS was the one who was the demolition expert. He was the one who was going to blow the gate.]
"Cover me! I'm gonna blow the gate!" The SAS operative shouted as he got near the gate. Everyone provided him cover as he began to get to work.
"Already got it covered, Griggs!" Price informed Griggs.
(Griggs thought we needed more support. I mean we didn't need to ask command for more men and end up with more paperwork.)
[Didn't you find paperwork fun, old man?]
(Shut up ye'r trap, Soap.)
The SAS soldier had the charges set and ready to blow the gate.
"Charges set! Get back get back!" The SAS bloke shouted. Everyone got to a safe distance.
"Fire in the hole!" shouted the bloke. He pressed the detonator.
*BOOM*
(The gate was open. We were ready to enter the base.)
"Through the gate! Let's go!" Shouted Price. Everyone rushed through the gate that just blew up.
(The men who worked with Zakhaev got rich somehow, even with the failed transaction of the nuclear fuel rods that McMillan and I unintentionally stopped. Our job was to kill that old man, but he escaped with his head and body intact. I wondered where these ultranationalists were able to gain access to Russian military hardware, either the black market, or through back dealing with illegal groups.)
"More BMPs! Take cover!" Griggs shouted.
"Soap! Griggs! Knock 'em out, Go!" Price ordered.
"You do it, old man!" Soap replied in annoyance, tired for himself to do all the anti-vehicle work.
"I'm finding a way into the base!" Was the reply.
[You're lucky that there was only two. If there was three, I would have had you do all my paperwork when we got back to base.]
Soap picked up a rocket launcher and got into a safe position.
"Keep your eyes open for RPGs! We can use 'em to take out the armor from long range!" Griggs told Soap. Unfortunately, Soap already had one with him.
"Only one thing, I already found one!" Soap shouted back with a smile, and sarcastically.
Shooting at the BMP, Soap blew it up. Sadly, he only had 3 rockets, and he used two of it.
"That BMP's history. Nice shot." A SAS operative who was an observer informed them.
Moving into the place where the other BMP was, Soap got into position and pointed the RPG. He shot it, but it didn't blow it up completely.
"That's a hit! One more oughta do it!" Griggs informed Soap.
"No more rockets man!" Soap replied.
"Damn!"
[I had no choice but to use C4s to blow it up, since I couldn't find any more C4s. It looks like Zakhaev's men didn't want their tools used against them.]
Finding cover, Soap took a breath and got his smoke grenade and C4 out. Killing men in front of him, He got to the APC and put the explosive. While he did that, The SAS took out the remaining Ultranationalists.
Going to a safe distance, he blew it up. It was destroyed.
(I did find a way into the bunker. We brought the saws to cut through the mesh originally, but I was trying to find the air vents to use these saws. While Soap and Griggs, well let's say its Soap, since Griggs didn't do nothing. It was Soap who did everything.)
[Thanks for the complement, old man.]
Soap found where everyone was approaching. It was the air vents.
"Bravo Six, this is Strike Team Three inserting from the northwest. Repeat, we're movin' in from the northwest. Check your targets and confirm, over." Team three radioed them.
"Copy Team Three! We'll meet you at the north end of the tarmac near the vent shafts, out!" Price replied. As soon as Price said that, Soap saw a black hawk land, and several SAS men and USMC personnel get out.
"Team, give us few seconds to cut through the vents." Team Three asked them as they started to cut through the vents. They were cutting the other vent.
"All units. It is imperative you hurry up and enter the base, or get out of there. Two Hinds were spotted flying into the area." Command advised. This was important, as the black hawk in the area was deploying men.
As soon as the men entered the base, the black hawks flew away immediately.
"Squad, hook up!" Price shouted as soon as the air vent was cut open, the panel dropping into the ground. Soap hooked up to the cable. He followed Griggs and Price into the air vent.
"Okay, we're in."
(That was what happened when we entered the base. Soap was the one who did everything, so I guess I owe him for it. Not like the Americans would treat one of theirs to do all the dirty work, eh?)
Present
"So, that is what happened when you assaulted the base to enter right?" Miho asked.
"Yes. It was a long fight, but we managed to finish everything." Price told her.
"Bloody hell. It looks like you almost got killed a lot."
Miho was now seeing how Soap and Price had to do everything to save a country that they're not even citizens of.
"I'm guessing you're not considered heroes, right?" Miho asked.
"Nope." Was the reply from both Soap and Price.
"Figures."
Miho wanted Price and Soap to continue the story. Hearing from the two of them what happened rather than reports were more interesting.
"By the way, how many died during the assault to the base?" Miho asked. She wanted to know.
"Four men died in the assault to the base. The deaths in the base were even higher. Luckily, Both Sniper Team Two members survived and saw further service for a few more years. They eventually retired back in 2015." Price told her.
"I guess they didn't join the assault but take the black hawk that left as soon as it deployed the USMC." Miho guessed.
"Correct. The Black Hawk waited for the two to come, as they radioed command that they are done with their mission. They left with the helicopter before the two Hinds arrived." Soap informed Miho.
"So what happened when the Hinds arrived?" Miho asked.
"I'm guessing they just waited for reinforcement. We're not that part of the story yet. I'll tell you later." Price told her.
Miho wanted to know. This was getting interesting.
"Let's get some lunch first." Price suggested. It has been 4 hours, so about lunch time.
"Sure. So what's for lunch?" Miho asked.
"Apparently we're having some pizza. The chef wanted to make some food other than British, and a lot of men got tired of eating British meals for an entire week." Soap informed her.
"Okay…"
Everyone was at the cafeteria. The pizza that everyone was eating was Hawaiian, Soap's favorite.
"Long time since I had pizza this good." Soap said as he munched on the pizza.
"Yeah. Always going on missions makes me miss proper food," Price added in agreement as he took a slice of it.
While eating, Miho was thinking something. Just what happened inside the bunker? She was curious to know about the story that she forgot to grab a slice.
"Have a slice, Miho." Price said as he got another one. Miho got back to the real world and immediately got herself a slice.
"So what is on your mind?" Soap asked.
"Just about the bunker." Miho replied.
"We'll tell you as soon as we finish lunch."
Everyone finished lunch and got back to Price's office. They were sitting in the same spots, with Price about to tell the story.
"We got into the bunker safely…"
Mission Briefing
S.A.S/U.S.M.C Joint Operation
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Nuclear missiles currently moving to target,
Warheads have separated from stage 2 rockets.
Estimated Time to prevent casualties: 00:15:34:01
Gaz: Team One moving in
Marine: Team two heading for base security.
SAS: Team Three has entered the base.
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Nuclear warheads have re-entered the atmosphere, heat shielding has been separated
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Launch facility's map is shown.
Remaining time: 00:15:21:22
Command: Bravo Team, we got good news and bad news. Launch control is located southwest of your position, less than half a click away.
Underground 3d blueprints: current location: Ventilation System
Command: That's where you'll need to upload the abort codes to destroy the missiles in flight.
Locations passing by: Barracks
Captain Price: Gaz, go with the Yanks and hit the security station. Soap, Griggs, and I will head for launch control.
Next location: Storage Areas
Gaz: Roger. Command, what's the bad news?
Final Location: Launch Silos
Command: Uh… the bad news is we're still trying to get those abort codes, over.
Obstacle detected: Heavy Blast Door
Remaining time: 00:14:55:15
Target: Launch Control Room
Captain Price: The hell with it. We'll give it our best shot. Out.
(So we had only 15 minutes to intercept the missiles before we won't be able to avoid casualties in the eastern seaboard. Soap and I had to start moving fast because Time was short, and the blast radius was huge.)
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'No Fighting in the War Room'
Day 6 – 07:35:21
Altay Mountains, Russia
Sgt. 'Soap' MacTavish
22nd SAS Regiment
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"Alright, Let's move." Price told his fellow soldier and the two started to move through the ventilation shaft.
[Unlike Price who is used to tight places and is a bit smaller, I had a small amount of problems when we were in the ventilation shaft.]
"Captain Price, this is Five-Delta Six, we're clearing the east wing heading for base security, over." The Marine known as Five-Delta Six Informed Price. The group was moving through the ventilation, and there was a chance that the marines would end up shooting Price and the others.
Captain Price: Roger, Delta Six, we're right above you in the vents, watch your fire. Price replied.
"Copy that sir." Came a reply.
(While were were going through the ventilation, there were sounds of gunfire. It looked like them ultranationalists were doing everything to defend the place.)
[You know, We WERE invading their territory where their boss was, Price. I mean, Zakhaev was in the base.]
(Right.)
The group kept moving in the ventilation shaft. With the amount of gunfire, Soap began to worry about the men who were fighting.
"Captain Price, Two-Yankee six reporting in. We're meeting with heavy resistance in the south wing. They've locked down our access point over here, over." Two-Yankee Six reported in.
Jumping down the vent into the bathroom, Price replied to Yankee-Six, the Marine division.
"Roger Yankee Six. Regroup with Team Two and help them gain control of base security, over."
Moving through the bathroom, Price and Soap found a lot of…
(There were dead bodies everywhere. Must have been our men who died infiltrating the place.)
"Roger that sir. We're pulling back to regroup with Team Two. Yankee Six out."
Exiting the bathroom, the group moved into the locker rooms.
"Captain Price, we're sending your team the abort codes you'll need to auto-destruct the missiles in flight. You have 9 minutes before those missiles reach the eastern seaboard, over." The guy in Command told Price as the abort codes for the missiles were suddenly sent to Price's PDA.
"Copy that." Price replied.
[The place had a loud speaker speaking in Russian. At that time, I couldn't speak or understand anything in Russian.]
Clearing the corridor, Price and Soap kept moving. Through the corridor, there were many Russians blocking their way.
"We need to keep moving." Price told Soap as the two kept moving through the corridor. Using his grenade launcher on his rifle, Soap shot at the men in front of him. It took out the men quickly.
[These Ultranationalists were everywhere. I ended up using all of my grenades right at the beginning.]
The two moved through the path, and ended up in wide open place. Suddenly, Price shouted.
"Watch out!" An Ultranationalist was hiding behind a crate and just immediately got out to shoot Soap. Soap almost died by a head shot, but Price shot him first, saving Soap's life.
"Thanks, old man." Soap told Price.
"Watch out for yourself, Soap." Was the reply.
Passing the room with crates, Griggs met up together with the team.
"We have to move. Follow me!" Price told Soap and Griggs. The two nodded as they followed him down the stairs.
Going into the path leading into the storage area, there were Ultranationalists shooting at them from all angles.
"Go around. We're going to get killed going straight." Soap advised.
"See you at the end." Price said as Griggs followed Soap.
(There were countless that we really had to go around. Those crates were blocking our aim, and those Ultranationalists were shooting at us like turkeys.)
[What are you talking about Price? There were only like a hundred men, not countless thousands of men. We did have to go around because the Ultranationalists were creating a nuisance, old man.]
Shooting through his way, Soap killed the men who were hiding behind the wooden boxes. They were also trying to kill him behind cover.
Finally killing all of them, the group managed to make it through. They finally ended up in a single corridor, which was leading to the launch silos. Suddenly, the speakers came to life and some Russian speaking was heard.
"Запуск оставшихся ракет на базе."
This surprised Griggs, so he asked someone.
"Sir what's goin' on? What are they sayin'?" Griggs asked his superior.
(Zakhaev launched the last remaining missiles in the silo that day. He was a mad man, and he tried to kill us using the blast.)
"They've started a bloody countdown! Zakhaev's going to launch the remaining missiles! Keep moving." Price shouted as everyone kept moving.
20. Двадцать, 19. девятнадцать, 18. восемнадцать, 17. семнадцать
[You know, there was a real blockade there. We had to go around through the missiles itself to go around the blockade created by the ultranationalists.]
"Spread out! We can't go through straight!" Soap shouted as everyone moved around. Due to the countdown, everyone began to move as fast as they could.
They could hear the countdown go down slowly. It was in Russian, but they could feel like they have to move fast. No time to kill the Ultranationalists. Soap shot them all quickly, killing them all in one shot each, with headshots.
Passing by the dead bodies, He could hear the countdown go lower.
11. одиннадцать, 10. десять, 9. девять
The countdown became lower. He ran as fast as he can. Price met up with him from the side.
"Go go go! Move! Move!" Price shouted as the three ran.
5. пять.
Price and Soap started to run.
4. четыре.
They were almost there.
3. три.
The group arrived in the blast door. Entering it, they sealed it.
2. два, 1. один.
[The blast could have killed us if we didn't move fast enough. At least we were able to safely make it to the room before we almost died.]
Price closed the blast door just as the flames flew toward them. They breathed heavily, because they almost died.
Facing the blast door, the group were ready to assault the place.
"Captain Price, this is Gaz. We've taken over base security. What's your status, over?" Gaz radioed in, asking Price of his location.
"Gaz, we're in position. Open the outer door to launch control." Price replied to Gaz's inquiry.
"Roger, we're on it. Standby. Almost there. Got it. Doors coming online now." Gaz informed them as he worked on the doors.
Everyone was waiting patiently as the doors whirled. The sound was loud, and it finally started to move.
(Damn doors were so slow that I thought We were going to be too late to stop the missiles.)
[You're not the only one, old man. Griggs was pissed off too that time.]
"Oh, you gotta be shittin' me." Gaz complained as the doors opened.
"Gaz, can't you make it open faster?" Price asked. He also was impatient.
"Negative sir. But you can try pulling it if it'll make you feel better." Gaz replied. The group sighed as they waited.
"Cheeky bastard…" Price replied.
Soap saw an opening and got an idea. He tossed grenades as soon as there was enough room to toss grenades
Bullets were seen to bounce in as soon as there was space as well. With men dead due to the grenades, Soap and the guys went in as soon as there was room.
There were men who survived and started shooting at them, in which Soap shot and killed them. He only had a clip left.
"I'm almost out of ammo." Soap informed Price.
"Then pick up a gun from a corpse Soap!" Price told Soap. Soap sighed as he did. Apparently Price also was carrying an AK47 by now. Due to the raid, they all had limited ammo, except for Griggs, who had plenty. About two magazines left.
Going downstairs, the group was in front of a wall. It was going to have to be breached to enter the control room, as it was locked down from the main entry way.
"Team Three, what's your status, over?" Price asked on the radio as he got into position.
"Team Three in position, at the southeast side of the launch control room. Standing by. Are you at the far wall over?" Team Three asked Price in return.
"Affirmative. Preparing to breach. Soap - plant the explosives, go!" Price told Soap, who was carrying the explosives.
Planting the explosives, Soap got away.
"Fire in the hole!" He shouted as everyone blocked their ears. The explosion was loud.
Making a hole, everyone entered the Control room. The men inside were protecting the area, so Soap, Price, and Griggs had to kill everyone. At the same time, other marines entered the place and started to kill the men, which ensured that the Control Room had no more ultranationalists alive.
"Clear!" Griggs informed everyone."
"Captain Price, We have received two different abort codes. For safety reasons, two people are needed to launch and blow up the nuclear warheads. You only have 2 minutes to enter them before potential casualties start pouring in." Command informed him.
"Fine." Price said as he sent Soap a file that had the abort codes.
"Soap. Enter the Abort Codes on that terminal. I will enter the other one here." Price told Soap.
"Sure, Price. Finally, you do something for a change." Soap said as he got into position, the left terminal.
"Sir. Please enter the codes. The Marines and I will watch out for reinforcements." Griggs said as Price got to work.
Entering the codes, the two got ready to press the enter key. Seing each other, they nodded and pressed the key.
"So you two pressed the key to destroy the missiles before they were too close to be destroyed without causing casualties… What happened after that?" Miho asked the two.
"It's a secret. We'll tell you later. For now, Soap and I have to do something." Price told Miho as he got up. Soap follzowed suit.
"Where exactly are you going? Miho asked as she got up to follow the two.
"Price contacted a friend recently. We're going to move out again." Soap informed her.
"I hope it's not going back to Africa." Miho told Soap.
"Why? Didn't you like there?" Soap asked jokingly. Miho frowned.
"It isn't funny. That place gives me nightmares."
"Don't worry. We're not going back there anytime soon. Anyway, we don't know much yet. Price is the one who is in charge of this mission." The two finally reached the room where Price was in.
Entering the room, Soap and Miho found themselves with Chemo and Vicek. They were talking with Price.
"We're going to go on a job soon. So far, you're the only guys that we have for this mission. We don't have many men, and you guys are one of the few 141 members here. Can you two work with me on this mission?" Price asked the two.
"I guess I can be of help. Vicek here also was being bored of sitting down and doing nothing. We actually wanted to know why you didn't invite us to Sierra Leone. I mean when we heard what happened…."
"What happened already happened. We cannot worry about the past and should worry about the future." Price told Chemo.
"Anyway, we'll help. We don't want something bad happening again, and you guys will seriously need backup." Vicek told Price.
"Miho would love to work with you two again." Price told the two.
"I am. So you guys will volunteer?" Miho asked.
"Yes. Don't worry about us. We were worried when you got back last time. You were like really stressed after coming back from Sierra Leone." Vicek told Miho.
"I know. I'm fine for now. We'll worry about things later."
Price's phone rang. Answering it, he was shocked to hear whatever he was told.
"Looks like the waiting game is over. Baseplate is finally available for contacting." Price told Yuri. Miho didn't know who Baseplate was, but she knew one thing: He was a friend of Price.
"We'll need your help. Be prepared to move out soon." Price told the two, who nodded.
"To the Command Center?" Miho asked.
"To the Command Center." Was the reply from both Price and Soap as the three headed for the command center.