On the other side of the world, the United States Navy SEALs and the Task Force 141 remained trapped in Russia. Despite their circumstances, they still persisted in pursuing Vladimir Makarov in the hopes of getting information before killing him. They decided to prepare for a raid on the terrorist leader's safehouse near the Georgian-Russian Border and another secured location within a U.S. disposal yard in Afghanistan, which was suspected to be where he would procure a weaponized sample of the Green Flu. As they fought through countless Infected, the Russian government or what remained of it, Makarov's men, bandits and other such threats, they struggled to find a reliable base of operations and find resources to carry out their mission.
If they failed their mission or got killed…further information that may have served as a crucial factor in finding a solution to the Green Flu would probably never be found.
Near Kiyevskiy, Moscow Oblast, Russia, Day 21, 4:42 AM
The SEALs and the 141 took shelter inside an old abandoned apartment building. It was shaking and slowly falling apart, as the Russian Armed Forces attempted to shell it. The soldiers were in a hectic state as they returned fire on both the oncoming zombie horde and the Russians.
"Alright, the building won't hold for much longer. We need to rendezvous with the Russian Loyalists at the top of that hill! The sewer systems underneath can lead us there!" said Captain John Price, pointing at said hill that was five kilometers away. He grabbed a pair of binoculars and assessed the situation through a window. Beside him was Captain John "Soap" MacTavish, laying prone on top of a table with a CheyTac Intervention.
"Doesn't look too good, Price." Soap said.
Price released the binoculars and addressed everyone. "We are advancing with no support and the Russians have heavy armor. We may need to use the Infected to our advantage."
Callsign Worm, the SEAL team leader, approached Price while keeping his head down. He handed Price a grenade belt containing 40 mm rounds.
"Captain Price. This could help." he said. "It's a CEDA manufactured tool. It attracts the Infected upon combustion. They called it "Boomer Bile." We found a way to chamber it into 40 millimeter gas rounds."
Simon "Ghost" Riley nodded his head in approval of the weapon.
"Excellent. Let's do this!" he said.
Price reloaded his M4A1 and handed the grenade belt to Roach. "Roach, load the M79. Alright, everyone move out and make a break for the sewers once the bile is thrown."
The team moved out of the apartment and engaged the Russian forces in a tense firefight. In the distance, they saw two BTRs and almost a hundred infantry soldiers about 300 meters from their position.
"Roach! With me! Everyone else provide suppressing fire so we can get close!" Price and Roach advanced and took cover behind a broken car.
"Roger that! We have you covered!" Ghost responded.
Price fired a few rounds from his rifle and took cover again. "Roach! Load some rounds of the Boomer Bile into your launcher! Aim for their densest positions!" he ordered.
With his target within the M79's effective range of 350 meters, Roach took aim. Even while under heavy fire with bullets flying a few feet away from him, Roach maintained composure in his aim and fired the Boomer Bile at the Russians. The Infected rushed towards the Russians, who fell back. Worm pointed towards the nearby sewer trench with sandbags and machine guns.
"Alright! Go! Pull back to the sewers!" he said.
"Oh boy. This is gonna get messy." said Soap.
As they took cover in the sewer system, the team was pinned down by machine gun fire.
"Roach! Hit them again with the bile!" Price yelled.
Roach nodded and did as he was told. He carefully aimed at the Russians, before firing three rounds of Boomer Bile as the rest of the team provided covering fire for him. Then, the Infected came rushing to the Russian infantry. The first BTR ran out of ammo and was immobilized by the sheer numbers of the horde. With the Russians currently preoccupied by the Infected, the Joint Spec Ops team took this as the opportunity to start moving. They jumped down the tunnels and snuck away down to the sewer system tunnels located underground.
Price lit up a red flare. "Night Vision on. Check your weapons and ammo. Keep going north."
The SEALs and the 141 equipped their Ground Panoramic NVGs. Their IR laser sights became visible to them.
"Okay." said Soap. "Keep it down. We don't know what's in these tunnels."
"Alright, this one leads to the northern side." said Price. "Chemo and Rocket, watch our six. Archer, take point."
"Roger that." replied Archer.
As the team made their way through the sewer tunnels, none of them noticed a figure stalking them from the shadows. The figure made a very low growling noise that almost none of the soldiers could hear, confirming that whatever it was, it wasn't human. Roach turned around, being the only one who was actually able to hear the faint growl. But even with his NVGs on, he found nothing.
"Roach. Come on." said Soap, noticing Roach, before moving on with the rest.
Roach continued along with his team. But a bad feeling came upon him. He felt goosebumps rise on his arms, and chills that ran down the back of his neck to his spine. He tried to brush the feeling off, but it just kept coming back to him. He knew that something was very, very wrong. He couldn't put a hand on it though. But he just knew, that they all had to get out of there.
The group traveled half a kilometer underground as they made their way to the Resistance. Little did they realize that the Russian Spetsnaz was still hot on their trail and had chased them down into the sewers.
Price's eyes widened as he took notice of something rolling on the floor.
"GRENADE! MOVE!"
Everyone moved out of the way as the grenade exploded. However, the explosion caused debris to fall from the ceiling.
"Watch out!" Price yelled as he pulled Soap from being crushed by the debris. This ultimately sealed the tunnel in half, with most of the team on one side and Chemo, Rocket and another operator with the callsign: Gridlock trapped on the other. Gridlock helped Chemo up as Rocket watched their six. Fortunately, the Russians were forced to fall back as the Infected chased them in the tunnels. Soap quickly tried to contact the three men separated from the rest of the group with his handheld radio.
"Chemo! Chemo! Do you copy?!" he said.
Chemo was heard coughing on the other end.
"We copy, Captain MacTavish!" he said. "It's blocked! We might have to-"
"Wait... Keep quiet." Gridlock stressfully whispered as he raised his fist head level, signaling the others to freeze. "You hear that?"
"Captain MacTavish, we're going quiet. I think something's tracking us." Chemo whispered to the radio.
Gridlock had heard growling in the darkness. But he couldn't see anything in the pitch black, even with his NVGs on. The three operatives crouched and looked at each other. Chemo raised the open palm of his non-firing hand to ear level. He then gestured to the team to move forward out of the tunnel they were in. Rocket stood up first and quietly moved forward while the rest followed shortly.
Suddenly, a piercing screech sounded out and a hooded figure pounced on Rocket, before proceeding to tear him apart as he got a full mount on him, much to the surprise of the other two 141 operatives. Chemo rushed towards Rocket and kicked the figure away from the incapacitated soldier, before firing two quick shots to the chest and another follow up shot to the head with his UMP45. The figure collapsed in a heap on the floor, the headshot having successfully taken it down.
Gridlock covered Chemo as he quickly checked on Rocket, who was making audible gurgling noises. Chemo turned his MPLS helmet light on. He saw blood rapidly spill out of Rocket's throat and fill up his mouth as well. The gravely wounded soldier laid there helpless on the sewer floor. Chemo kneeled next to him and applied some pressure on Rocket's lower neck with his left hand.
"Hey! Hey! Hang in there, I got ya." Chemo told Rocket as he quickly but lightly tapped the wounded operative's cheek.
Struggling, Rocket made eye contact with Chemo and reached his hand out. Chemo firmly gripped Rocket's hand, but it went limp with Rocket turning his head away. Chemo checked for a pulse, but Rocket's heart was no longer beating, indicating the worst.
Worm, along with two of the SEALs under his command, Robot and Peasant, began clearing out the rubble separating the tunnel in half.
"Chemo? Chemo?! What the hell just happened?!" questioned Soap, upon hearing the noise and gunfire on the other end of the radio.
"Rocket is K.I.A..." said Chemo in regret as he had failed to save Rocket's life.
"Hold on, we'll find a way to get to you!" Soap told them through the radio.
Suddenly, the two remaining trapped men heard footsteps getting louder. A swarm of Infected closed in on them.
"Contact! We got incoming!" Chemo yelled, as he and Gridlock opened fire.
On the other side, Worm and the other two SEALs tried clearing the rubble faster, but it seemed that there was too much of it standing between them and Chemo and Gridlock.
"C'mon! Get this shit out of the way quick!"
All of a sudden, a female Infected with a noticeably long neck quickly advanced towards them and spat out what appeared to be acid. "Chemo, watch out!" Gridlock yelled as he swiftly rolled to the side in order to dodge the acid. He switched to his Glock 18 and performed a Failure to Stop Drill on the Infected woman, quickly dispatching her. However, it turned out that Chemo was hit and burned by the acid. He collapsed to the floor and began screaming in agony. Gridlock couldn't attend to Chemo as he was engaging the Infected swarming him.
On the other side, Price turned towards the rest and pointed towards his end of the tunnel's exit.
"Archer, take Toad and Redcell and see if you can scout an exit for them."
However, just as Archer was about to comply, Chemo and Gridlock's screams were heard along with gunfire on the radio, which then went silent.
"Gridlock? Chemo? Come in, Chemo. Do you copy? Does anyone copy?" Soap asked through the radio.
There was no answer. It was clear that the Chemo and Gridlock were already dead.
"DAMN IT!" Soap yelled in frustration over the loss of three good men.
Everybody else stood in silence and they were all breathless and pale, especially Roach.
"Bloody hell..." muttered Ghost.
"Soap. There's nothing we can do for them now. We have to go." Price told Soap as he tapped him on the back of the shoulder.
Soap slowly stood up and walked away with the remaining team members. Roach took one look back at the debris, before walking off.
30 minutes later…
The team eventually found their way out and exited the sewers. Knowing their way to the top of the hill, they continued to make their way up to it. Unfortunately, they were intercepted by the second BTR.
"Incoming! Look out! Into the woods! Let's go! Let's go!" shouted Price.
The BTR chased the group in hot pursuit as it tried to shoot them down, destroying and putting down many trees in the process.
"Keep moving! Don't stop!" shouted Worm.
Happening just in the brink of time, a furious roar was heard from what sounded like an enormous Infected.
Sure enough, it was.
A Tank, who appeared to have been a former Spetsnaz soldier, jumped on the BTR and ripped the main gun off of it as the occupants screamed in terror. Mere seconds later, the creature destroyed the armored vehicle with ease, killing everyone inside.
"Holy shit! What in the fuck is that?!" shouted a Navy SEAL called Zach as he saw the titanic creature.
"Keep running! That motherfucker ain't on our side either!" said Worm.
Fortunately for them, the Tank's attention was caught by the terrified Russian soldiers who were running up the hill. It grabbed the smashed BTR and threw it at the Russian squadrons, killing over a dozen Spetsnaz operatives in the process. The angry Infected beast charged at the other Russian soldiers who were fleeing.
With the Tank distracted, the team was able to make it to the top of the hill without any more obstacles in their path. There, they were greeted by Russian Loyalist rebels. Everyone was exhausted and they didn't hesitate to show it, but they shook the fatigue off in order to be able to move on.
"Good to see you again. Welcome to the new Russia, Captain Price." said a very familiar man with a smile on his face.
"Ah. Kamarov. I knew a familiar scent was around here." said Price with a knowing smirk.
The former Sergeant Kamarov gestured at everyone to follow him.
"Come. There is not much time left."
Loyalist Rebel hideout, 6:32 AM
Kamarov led the team to an underground tunnel that the rebels dug, which they used for shelter and weapons storage. He stared at the women, children, injured rebels, and body bags in deep sadness and worry. He then addressed the whole spec ops team and made a very shocking revelation to them. Everyone turned their attention to Kamarov and listened to him closely.
"We made our way to India when the Ultranationalists took over. Your old informant told us you needed reinforcements here. From what we know, the new government has weaponized the virus." he said while his eyes were focused on the ground, expressing a look of worry.
"So…it's a biological weapon?" asked Price.
Kamarov nodded.
"Yes. It was transported to the U.S., specifically Virginia, Pennsylvania and D.C."
Soap looked at Price as his thoughts started to gather up.
"It all makes sense." he said. "They must've cracked the ACS module before we retrieved it. They bypassed the early warning systems and the aircraft carrying the weaponized pathogen made it far enough into land."
Price crossed his arms. "Right. It would have released the pathogen either way. The point is it can't be shot down."
Worm, who looked noticeably aggravated, kicked an empty can nearby.
"Son of a bitch."
His fellow SEAL, Zach, approached him. Worm began to share something. Albeit, in a slightly bitter tone.
"I had a family, before that aircraft touched the ground. Had. Let's just get this done."
He then took a breath. Everyone else stared at him in sympathy. Ghost bit his lower lip.
"I'm so sorry. If we only knew..." Kamarov said with a defeated sigh, fighting back tears, even more ashamed of his nation's involvement with the tragedies happening around the world. Price moved over to him.
"Then help us. Focus on the plan, Kamarov." he told the rebel leader. "We still need the intel from Makarov's safehouse and intercept the new batch in Afghanistan."
Kamarov looked up and nodded, regaining his composure.
"Okay. I can take care of your extraction near the Georgian border."
"Nikolai can get us in and out of the disposal yard in Afghanistan." said Soap, as he passed a radio to Price.
"Price, are you there?" asked the familiar voice of Nikolai.
Price picked up.
"Nikolai. I'm here." he responded. "Good to hear from you, mate."
Nikolai laughed.
"You too, my friend. I'll meet you at the airport. Good luck."
Nikolai went offline.
"Alright." said Price. "As we said in the briefing before, we gotta be in two places at once. Same plan. Soap and I will take the boneyard in Afghanistan. Ghost and Roach will take the safehouse."
"We have a chopper to help you get in and out of the safehouse." said Kamarov.
Price simply nodded. "Worm, your team hunkers down with the Loyalists. Coordinate the strikes from here."
"Roger." the SEAL team leader responded.
Price crossed his arms. "Alright. Everyone get prepped. We have a few hours to rest up."
Cheyenne Mountains, Colorado Springs, North American Aerospace Defense Command, U.S.A., Day 21, 7:06 AM
"Warhammer, you are cleared for landing."
The plane finally touched down on the runway, which seemed to have replaced the massive parking lot of the base. The passengers on board prepared to walk off and Bill woke up his three teammates.
"Come on, people. We're here."
Louis sat up, rubbing his eyes. Francis grumbled and groaned in displeasure of being woken up.
"You know I hate being woken up from a good sleep, right?"
"Colorado already? What time is it?" asked Zoey as she yawned and stretched her arms.
"It's only been around three or four hours." replied Bill.
"Okay. Let's not screw around." he continued. "We don't wanna end up like we did in Millhaven. Let's try to be polite."
Then, he pointed at Francis.
"Especially YOU, Francis. Unless you wanna end up being bashed in the face with a rifle again."
Francis rolled his eyes.
"Okay. Okay." he replied. "If it makes you happy."
"Let's just do what they say for now." Bill said.
"Everyone out. Let's go!" Marshall ordered as his men all formed lines and prepared to step out of the hatch as it opened.
As the four survivors were brought outside, the sun partially blinded them, and they covered their eyes for a few seconds. The soldiers and survivors were then brought to separate decontamination tents next to the newly built hangars.
"Hehehe. That tickles." giggled Francis as he was being cleaned up in one of the booths spraying disinfectants.
Each of the survivors' temperatures were taken and they were given face masks. Once decontamination was over, the survivors were given new clothes, which were Air Force flight suits. Their weapons were also surrendered to the military. As they were taken through a long tunnel leading inside the bunker, Ramirez noticed Zoey with an anxious look on her face.
"You won't be dissected, if that's what you're thinking." he said.
Zoey looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Ramirez chuckled awkwardly.
"Lo siento. Sorry. Bad joke."
Bill, who was walking in front of them, looked back.
The blast door guarded by two soldiers leading inside was opened. The bunker had a massive 4.5 acre grid and was surrounded by 2000 feet of granite. Its outer shell was composed of 3/8" steel plates, with structural steel frames. It could withstand a 30 megaton blast. It had 1319 steel springs that weighed 1000 pounds and could go 12 feet in any direction. Another blast door was opened and the hallway split in two. One path to the left and one path forward. The General and his men walked forward. The survivors were stopped by soldiers who walked in front of them, blocking the forward path.
"Right this way, Sirs." the soldier told them, while gesturing towards the left path.
"Watch yourselves." said Ramirez, walking forward without looking back at the others. Annie looked back at them while walking forward. Zoey nodded at her and she did the same.
As the four were led to their room and given provisions, Shepherd and Marshall took a right turn at the end of the hallway, leading to a path going down to the war room where the President was waiting for them. They were first put in a separate room to have their saliva samples taken to determine if they were infected. Once cleared, they came into the war room. The President immediately turned towards them and walked over to them.
"Ah. General Shepherd, Colonel Marshall."
The two officers saluted him. And he saluted back.
"Glad to see you and your men made it out of Atlanta." the President continued. "With four HVIs, I heard?"
"Affirmative. They're at their assigned quarters on the first level." said General Shepherd.
The President nodded.
"Good. Now please, take a seat. There is much to discuss."
Shepherd took a seat along with other high-ranking politicians and officers, while Marshall stood guard by the door. Images of devastated cities and a map of the United States with red markings were then presented on the large screen in front of them.
"With Atlanta falling to the infection, our last strongholds are New York in the Northeast, and New Orleans in the South." said SecDef Cullen.
"Most of BCT-One was overrun by the Infected before retreating back to New York." a politician said.
"New Orleans has also been breached. How long do you think we can hold it, General?" asked the President.
"Not for long, if we look at the amount of time it took for them to overrun Atlanta. Possibly two to four days, depending on which installations are evacuated first." Shepherd responded. "It went South, casualties approximately 1000 military personnel and over tens of thousands of civilians. We did everything we could."
"I know you did, General." said the President in a reassuring manner.
SecDef turned to Shepherd.
"General Shepherd, if anything can help us pin this down…it would be the intel that the SEALs and your task force retrieve from Russia. If they don't make it back with that intel, we may need the CIA to take action." he said.
"I lost contact with them last week, but sending the CIA won't be necessary. I've acquired a private military contractor's services with the blank check you've given me. We have complete deniability of our involvement in Russia." Shepherd added.
"Whoever makes it back, it's now all on them." said the President as he placed his hands below his chin.
20 hours later…
Tyoply Stan District, Moscow, Russia, 22, 3:11 AM
The SEALs and the 141, along with the Russian Loyalists, were once again caught in a cat and mouse chase while they fought their way to the extraction point as the Russian military continued to hunt them down. The team had reached the city, where they engaged in a tense urban warfare situation against the Russians and the Infected. They took cover in a lobby of a building as they devised a plan to get to their destination.
"Get some bile on that barricade!" ordered Captain Price.
Worm was the one to comply.
"Boomer Bile out!" he said as he threw the prototype weapon to a Russian-defended barrier, splashing it with bile. With the Russians preoccupied, Price took this as an opportunity to run.
"Cut through the alley to the left!" he ordered.
Everyone immediately ran to the alley, only to be intercepted by several Infected who were there.
"Contact front! Whiskey Deltas!" yelled Zach.
"Weapons free!" Worm responded.
The soldiers engaged the Infected in the alley, killing all of them. They then snuck past the Russians, who were dealing with the Infected. But unfortunately, two large tanks arrived at the street. The soldiers knew that was not a good sign.
"Shit! Two T-14 Armata tanks at 3 o'clock!" shouted Zach.
"Get down!" said Ghost.
Everyone immediately hid.
The Infected charged towards the Russian armor, but the 12.7 mm (0.50 in) Kord machine guns (6P49) made quick work of them.
"Peasant, do you have anymore anti-tank weapons?" Worm asked one of the SEALs under his command.
"Negative! My detpacks are empty!" replied Peasant.
Worm then addressed everyone. "Anyone got M72s? AT4s?"
The two tanks finished off the Infected wave. But once they were done, they turned their attention to the soldiers.
"Shit! We're spotted! Take cover!" shouted Captain Price.
A squad of soldiers waited for them on the other side of the alley.
"They're zeroing in on the alley!" Soap yelled.
"Into the building! Let's go!" Price ordered.
The team stacked up and quickly breached a door in the alley, covering every angle of the room they just entered.
"Place your claymores by the entrance, then get topside." Price ordered.
Roach, Scarecrow, and Ozone planted M18A1 claymores, then quickly followed the team topside with Archer watching their six from the stairwell.
One of the tanks shot at and damaged the building. Fortunately, no one was hurt, as the soldiers were able to avoid the debris. But the other tank made its way to the street by the other side of the building.
"Bloody hell! They got us on both flanks!" said Ghost.
In the nick of time, however, 105 shells descended on the tanks on direct impact, which destroyed them. Without any support, the infantry pursuing the team retreated.
"YES!" shouted Archer defiantly.
A familiar Russian voice came over the radio.
"I see you need some help, my friend. I'll provide air support until you reach the extraction point."
"Nice!" said Worm.
"It's bloody good to hear from you, Nikolai!" said Soap as he looked up to the sky and saw Nikolai's AC-130.
"Nikolai, we're moving up the road towards the outpost to the east. Confirm you have a visual on us." said Captain Price.
"Got eye on friendlies." the AC-130 TV Operator told Nikolai.
"Crew, do not fire on targets marked by strobe, those are friendly." Nikolai ordered.
The AC-130 flew over the town with the outpost ahead of the team. The plane's camera feed focused on the outpost.
The AC-130 Navigator checked in. "Uh, TV, confirm you see outpost in town."
"We see it, start clock." the AC-130 TV Operator responded.
The AC-130 FCO heard this and gave a thumbs up. "Roger that. We're there. Start talking."
As the feed zoomed in on the outpost, unarmed civilians sheltered by the Russian Army were seen.
"Civilian presence detected. You are not authorized to level outpost. Do not fire directly on outpost." the Navigator warned.
The crew spotted a truck filled with troops leaving the outpost.
"Got a vehicle moving now!" the TV Operator said.
"One of the vehicles is moving right now." the FCO further confirmed.
Alerted to the SEALs and 141's presence, Russian soldiers rushed out of one of the buildings and formed a perimeter.
"Personnel coming out of a building in the outpost." the TV Operator notified.
"We have armed personnel approaching from the outpost, request permission to engage." the FCO asked.
Nikolai responded. "Copy. You are cleared to engage moving vehicle, and any personnel around you see."
"Affirmative. Crew, you are cleared to engage but do not fire directly on the outpost." the FCO said, relaying Nikolai's response.
The AC-130 fired down a 105mm shell on the Russian infantry.
"Shot!" the Gunner said.
The 105mm gun was reloaded.
"Gun ready!" the Gunner notified.
The Russians evacuated along with the civilians, in response to their defense failing.
As they reached and cleared a Russian outpost, Ghost came up with an idea to get to the extraction point much quicker.
"Sir, I think we can use these trucks to get to the hell outta here." he said to Price, referring to the several UAZ-3151s the Russian soldiers left behind.
Price immediately agreed with the idea.
"Roger that. Alright, get in the trucks, Let's go!" he ordered.
"You heard the man! Move!" said Worm.
Everyone got in the vehicles, and in a convoy, started making their way to the airport.
"Nikolai, we're going to commandeer enemy transports on the main highway. Cover us!" said Price to Nikolai.
"Da. The extraction point is 7 more clicks northeast." said Nikolai.
"Crew, do not engage any vehicles on highway, those are civilian transports. Ground units acquiring alternate transport at this time. Do not engage any vehicle on highway unless cleared to do so." the FCO warned.
Price had the team mark the vehicles with IR strobes. "Nikolai, we're marking the vehicles! Confirm you see the beacons!"
"Roger, we see beacons. Crew, do not fire on vehicles marked with flashing beacons. I repeat, do NOT fire on the vehicles with flashing beacons, those are friendlies." the FCO said to the crew.
As Nikolai provided air cover, the soldiers continued on their way to the extraction point. They travelled northeast on a highway that was a part of the European E101 route. Russian reinforcements chased after them in vehicles, but were fired upon by Nikolai and the soldiers who were firing their weapons from their vehicles.
"Come on, Rook! Step on it!" Price ordered Rook, the 141 operative driving, to go faster.
"Russians keep following close behind! Keep firing on them!" said Soap.
Roach reloaded the 50. Caliber machine gun and proceeded to fire on the approaching vehicles. However, one of the jeeps approached to the right of their vehicle and bumped the side.
"Hold on tight! I'm gonna ram it!" said Rook.
What he did was successful, and the other vehicle was toppled over as a result.
Nikolai saw something located 500 meters north of the team's position, and warned them.
"Price! There is a long gap. It's a broken bridge. You might have to use the ramp-like structure on the right side of the road." he advised Price.
"Roger that! All vehicles be ready!" said Price.
As the leading vehicle, which was being driven by Rook, made its way closer to the ramp, Rook prepared to make the risky stunt. He narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. With that, he successfully made the stunt and the other four vehicles behind him followed suit.
"Nice work, lad." said Price, as he gave a pat on the shoulder to Rook.
Worm suddenly pointed at something in front of them.
"There's the airport!" he said.
"Holy shit." said Zach.
The extraction point was none other than Zakhaev International Airport.
As the team exited their vehicles, another team in the air traffic control tower signaled them with a flare.
"HEY! OVER HERE! OVER HERE!" yelled a man with a buzz cut and tattoos on his arms. This was none other than Yuri, Nikolai's best man, who had a look of relief on his face as he saw the team arriving.
Soap pointed at the tower.
"There! I have eyes on Nikolai's team!"
The team was overjoyed when they were able to rendezvous with Nikolai's team led by Yuri, who had caches with them that contained the weapons and gear they would use for the two raids.
"Nikolai. We've rendezvoused with your team on the ground." Price said to Nikolai. "Prepare to make a landing so we can finally get out of here."
"Copy that, Price." Nikolai responded through the radio.
"Next stop, safehouse and disposal yard." said Soap.
"Let's get this mission done as planned." said Ghost.
15 hours later…
6:27 PM
The SEAL team stayed behind to hunker down with the Loyalists. They decided to set up base at a more secure part of the airport. They secured the hallways near the tower, and also grabbed any supplies they found.
The whole airport looked like something out of a horror movie. Blood on the walls, guts spilled on the floor, body parts and other organs, and decomposed corpses lying around. It was a sight that would make you want to get out of there immediately. The team walked back to the secured tower and shut the red metal safe room door. Worm checked his watch and took a seat. Everyone else grabbed a seat as well, placing their rifles next to them.
"This place is haunted." said Zach.
"This is where it all began." said Worm. "The massacre here triggered the war. The Russians were pissed when they found one of our own among the terrorists killed."
"That's the thing I don't understand. Why would they send some Private First Class to an undercover op like that? For all we know, the poor kid just barely got out of high school, trying to get that GI bill for college." Peasant inquired.
"I wouldn't know with the CIA. But I'd admit, it almost sounds like his superiors deliberately sent him to die." Worm responded.
"Well, at least we knew what we were fighting during the war. I don't know what the hell is even going on anymore with this Green Flu. It's nothing we were trained for." said Robot.
"We're all thinking the same thing." Worm responded.
After the SEAL teams hunkered down in the safe perimeter they set up, the team got some rest after a hard day.