And heeeeeeeere we go!
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Only Wolf and Skeleton Crüe
Indian Ocean
Onboard the Skull
TF141-Disavowed./Skeleton Crüe-Disavowed.
Captains John Price and "Soap" MacTavish had been labeled most wanted war criminals due to Shepherd's betrayal. But they weren't the only most recent ones on that list. Sitting in the room with them were Zero, the Russian Loyalist Bug for Wolf. She was part of Alfa, the best damn sniper they had, as well as a heavy hitter despite her small frame.
There was also specialist Piper McCord, her callsign was Micro. She was the tech specialist for the Crüe.
Next on that list was Reaper. He had an impressive sniper trick shot with a Barrett M107, placing the shot straight down the barrel of a tank and killing the operators.
Finally, the number one man of that group, up next to the 141 Captains. Desmend Volket. The Fang of Skeleton Crüe. Wolf was no joke, and learned the best from his Marines training.
"Well now. Seems we are in a bit of a cluster fuck aren't we? Shepherd is pissed at me because of having Vosha in the Inner Circle, when Allen failed." Wolf said as he leaned on the wall next to Price. "But I don't take too kindly to someone fuckin' with my friends. You got my support while Micro tries to fix up our Records. May take a while." He said, dropping ash on the ground before puffing on his cigar.
"We've got one good UMP. They've got a thousand. We don't even know if Makarov's intel is any good. Price. ...Price?" Soap looked over as he placed down a UMP.
Price stood at the armory door way, a thoughtful expression as he took "inventory" of Wolf's armory.
"The healthy human mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is its last day on Earth. But I think that's a luxury. Not a curse. To know you're close to the end is a kind of freedom. Good time to take... inventory. Outgunned. Outnumbered. Out of our minds. On a suicide mission. But the sand and rocks here, stained with thousands of years of warfare... They will remember us. For this. Because out of our vast array of nightmares, this is the one we choose for ourselves. We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him." Price finished his speech and looking over at Wolf, a smirk forming on his face.
"Nice speech. Zero, Reaper, get you some silenced rifles. Micro, pack up and go with Nikolai. Abandon this ship. Clear our names and disprove Shepherd. This will be a one way trip." Wolf said as he picked up his suppressed ACR with an ACOG Scope, placing clips in his vest.
Reaper placed his hat on, grabbing an Intervention for himself and a RSASS for Zero.
"They say history is written by the victor.." Price said quietly.
Wolf laughed at what was said. "Then history must not be true what so ever, Price... No way.." He said, loading his ACR.
"I suppose you have a point." Price smirked, cycling the bolt of the Intervention.
Soap chuckled and took a Vector ACOG and an Intervention, both suppressed. "Ready when you are, plan of engagement?"
"Right..." Wolf said, looking at the General Area of Site Hotel Bravo.
'I'll wait for you at the exfil point. Three hours.' Nikolai commed, causing Wolf to perk up slightly.
"Don't bother. This was a one-way flight, mate." Price whispered, looking around in his scope.
'Then good luck my friend. Слава Богу.' Nikolai replied sadly.
"Watch out for Micro for me..." Wolf said, a hint of sadness on his voice.
'Da. Das vidanya' Nikolai said.
Captains John Price, "Wolf", and "Soap" MacTavish crawl out of their desert camos in the sandstorm that had brewed up and moved up a ridge overlooking Site Hotel Bravo.
"Soap, Wolf, I'm picking up a thermal spike up ahead. The cave must be somewhere over the edge." Price said, looking down at his thermal imagery on his Tac-Pad.
"Then this must be that Limey bastard's place." Wolf said, looking down his sights across the river where Zero and Reaper were sitting.
Price spotted a Shadow Company patrol on the road below, holding his fist up.
"Hold up. Enemy patrol. Hold your fire. Looks like Makarov's intel was solid. This is it." He whispered.
The other two Captains went prone, looking down at the patrol. The patrol then split up it's group and began to patrol the cliff road.
"Good, they're splitting up." Wolf said, watching the group to the left making their way further down the road.
"Let them separate. This decryption code better be worth the price we paid..." Price whispered, tapping in the code.
Soon the comms were full of the Shadow Company's chatter.
'Go ahead, Alpha.' HQ declared
'Riverbed all clear, over.' Alpha, the ones infront of the three captains stated.
'Bravo?' HQ inquired.
'Sandstorm. Not much to see right now, over.' Bravo declared
"Stupid bastards.." Wolf said, earning a chuckle from Soap.
'Zulu?'
'Uh, we're starting our patrol east along the canyon. North-side access road, over.' Zulu said.
"Focus on the group on the right, directly beneath us. Let's take them out first." Price ordered out.
"I'll take the two on the left." Price nodded. "On my mark. Three... Two... One... Mark."
They sniped out the four men simultaneously and the dog on the right side of the road dropped like a stone from a silent shot from Zero across the canyon.
"Just like old times." Price said, smiling.
"I count five tangos down." Wolf said, looking over the Shadow Company soldiers.
"These aren't your average muppets, Wolf." Price said, earning a smile from the Crüe Captain.
"Good." He said, sliding down the hill to the road, followed by Price and Soap.
"All right, we've got to take out the other group before they come back. Move up." Price said.
"Let me..." Wolf said, pumping his left fist and pointing at the two guards and dog up ahead.
Not a split second later, the two guards dropped and the dog nearly exploded from the shot through it's spine.
"Impressive." Soap smirked, moving up behind Price.
"We don't have much time before they find the bodies. Let's keep moving." Price said as he moved forward, Wolf and Soap right behind him.
"Here we go - hook up here." Soap said, pulling out his rope and clip.
'Disciple Four, Oxide. What's your status, over?' HQ was heard over comms as the 141 Captains hooked up on the railing on the edge of the cliff.
'Disciple Four, Oxide. Do you copy, over?'
"Go. I'll be down soon." Wolf said, nodding at the two as SC HQ came up again.
'Hey, I'm not getting anything from Disciple Four, north-ridge road. Could be a bad transmitter.'
Soap and Price began to rappel down steadily before slowing down.
"Got two tangos down below." Price whispered as they took out knives right when they got right above them.
"Do it." Soap nodded as both silently took out the two guards at the cave entrance with a stab to the throat. Price unhooked and pulled on his rope, signaling Wolf to come down.
Soap unhooked as well swapped to his Vector Silenced ACOG Sight. They moved in slowly as Wolf slid down and rejoined them. A soldier was seen in front of a security cam TV, watching everything except for behind him.
"Do not engage. Down boy..." Soap said to Wolf jokingly.
"Ha ha, fuck you." Wolf whispered.
Then approaching footsteps were heard, alarming the three.
"Patrol coming our way - go left, quickly!" Price sprinted left, crouching into cover as Wolf and Soap both followed suit. "Let them pass." Price said while a group of Shadow Company soldiers walked towards the entrance.
'Butcher Seven, Oxide. We've lost contact with Disciple Five.' HQ stated.
'Probably just the sandstorm that's rollin' in or a bad transmitter. Send a team to check it out, over.'
'Roger that, Oxide. I'll send Vinson and Lambert. Butcher Seven out.' Butcher Seven replied.
"Take out the guard having a smoke, or wait for him to move along." Price said to Soap, pointing up ahead.
Soap simply snuck up and knifed the guard, pulling him over to the shadows.
"Good night. Let's go." Soap said, moving up.
There was a large group of SC soldiers ahead, which honestly mired Wolf.
"Ah shit..." Wolf whispered.
"Easy now... Two tangos in this corridor. Hold your fire and stay to the left." Price ordered calmly as they moved around the left into a corridor.
'Disciple Five, Oxide. Give me a sitrep, over.' HQ commanded.
"Soap, we've got two tangos with taclights coming down the stairs under that red light, dead ahead." Wolf pointed up ahead at the stairs.
"I'll take the one on the right. On my mark. Three... Two... One..." Wolf said to Soap. They took out the two tangos.
"Impressive. Clear. Go." Price motioned forward just as Shadow Company HQ came on comms.
'Disciple Six, we've lost all contact with Disciple Five. Check it out, over.'
"Top of the staircase - he's mine." Price said as he rushed up the stairs and knifed the soldier up top.
'Roger that Oxide, we're on the catwalk, heading to the steam room. Standby.' Disciple Six said.
"Wait a minute... Ain't that..." Wolf trailed off as they entered the steam room.
'Disciple Six, go dark, breach and clear.'
The lights went out soon after that, earning a few whispered curses from Wolf.
"Here we go - get ready. Silencers off." Price said as the three broke for cover.
'Door charge planted. Ready to breach.'
'Hit it.'
'Breaching, breaching!'
Disciple Six promptly blew a hole into the steam room and stormed in, laser lines moving around crazily.
'Foxtrot Element, sweep left. Charlie Element, scan around the area.' D6 said, the troops moving up.
"Go loud!; Open fire!" Price yelled after Wolf counted down.
They opened fire on them, a dark shootout ensued around the wanted Captains as they did so, eliminating targets like a well oiled machine.
"They're here! Open fire! Stay frosty, hunt them d-..." Six said before he was cut off by a bullet in the throat, silencing him. All members of Shadow Company's Disciple Six were down within seconds.
'Disciple Nine, your rear guard just flatlined!' HQ exclaimed.
'Not possible. We just cleared that area. Nobody's -'
'It's Price. Backup priority items and burn the rest. Fireteams just delay 'em until we're ready to pull out.' Shepherd interrupted, voice panicked.
The three captains came out of the darkness of the room and out onto the catwalk that ran along the cliffs. It was a kill zone.
"Grab a riot shield...we'll need cover out here. Zero, Reaper, you're up!" Price commed while Wolf and Soap grabbed a riot shield and he went prone.
'Oxide, Avatar One. We have unauthorized personnel on the catwalk. I repeat, we have unauthorized personnel on the catwalk-' he was silenced by Reaper's well placed headshot.
'Take point with the riot shield. I'll take care of any resistance.' They heard Price say as they took on targets.
Soap and Wolf moved along the catwalk under cover with a riot shield, which drew fire from Shadow Company soldiers from across the catwalk. Price, Zero, and Reaper all three took out as many Shadow Company soldiers as Wolf and Soap moved forward.
'Oxide, Disciple Nine, we've got hostile snipers across the canyon from the nest, over.'
'Terminate with extreme prejudice. All personnel - be advised, we have three enemy foot-mobiles on the catwalk heading to the crow's nest and Snipers across from the canyon.'
Reaper cursed as both he and Zero began frequently sniping people that had goggles, helmets and face masks.
But a Little bird showed up and began to fire at them.
"Run!" Zero yelped as she jumped up, trying to avoid the guns of the Little Bird. Reaper had run the opposite way, which caused the Heli to chase Zero and give him the perfect chance for a hijack. He had only seen one pilot and that was enough for him, so, he sprinted up towards the Little Bird, grabbing ahold of the landing strut and pulling the pilot out.
He hadn't got to move at first as the Helicopter spun out of control and towards the river.
Zero looked back as the pilot got back up, wounded badly though. She held no remorse and lifted her CZ75, lined up her sight with his head, and moved to pull the trigger when a minigun tore into the wounded traitor.
Reaper hovered there for a moment before he shifted over, letting Zero climb up on the helicopter.
"Wolf, we gotta make a run for it, I'm sorry captain..." Reaper said as they flew away.
'It's ok. This was a one way flight anyway, buddy. peace.' Wolf said, cutting the comms.
'Butcher One-Five, rendezvous at the nest and prepare to escort Gold Eagle to the LZ.' HQ ordered over comms
"Gold Eagle must be the bastard Shepherd! We're running out of time, let's go!" Wolf yelled, letting out a precise burst on his target before moving up entering the nest at the same moment Choppers dropped off troops with riot shields.
"They're using shields! Use frags! Flank them!" Price shouted as they made for cover.
"No they expect that! Use flash, or shoot them in the foot!" Wolf demonstrated as he tossed a flash bang inside the line of riot shields. While disoriented, Wolf leaned out and spray fired into the line, the entire clip hitting the enemy. After the blindness wore off, he drew his AA-12 and went back into cover. They then fought their way further into the cave, more Shadow Company soldiers using shields and popping smoke.
'Butcher Two roping into sector Papa Quebec!' Was heard as a Black Hawk hovered over a cave hole and smoke flooded the area. Wolf ran across, bullets pinging off the riot shield on his back.
"They're using thermal through the smoke!" Wolf yelled as he sat in his cover, shield protecting his head.
"They're digging in, Shepherd must be close! We have to break through! I'll draw their fire through the smoke! Watch for flanking routes!" Price warned.
"Are you kiddin', Price? This is kid play." Wolf said before throwing a frag into the smoke.
Price drew hostile fire while Soap went around the cave, picked up a SCAR-H Thermal, and regrouped by Wolf.
"Cover me..." Wolf said pulling the shield around, holding the 12 in his other arm. "... I'll draw their fire." He swung around, letting off a frag round into a Shadow Company soldier, killing him and a few others around him.
Soap popped up, using the Thermal scope to take out the rest of them with Price.
"Clear!" Soap affirmed.
"Move up, we have to get to Shepherd quick!"
'Oxide, Butcher Five-Actual. I've got a severed det cord - we're gonna need ten mikes to get the trunk rigged and the EBC primed, over.'
'Negative, Gold Eagle wants those charges hot in less than three mikes. Get it done, out.'
They reached a locked door to the control room, causing Wolf to kick one of the dead soldiers in the head.
"They've sealed the control room. Get a frame charge on the door, Soap." Price ordered.
Soap planted the breach charge, hitting the button and blowing in the door. The three captains charged in and cleared the control room which was wired and rigged with tons of explosives.
"Holy shit on a shingle, Price... This place is a mini Nuke..." Wolf whispered as he reloaded, looking at the opposite door.
'All units be advised this is Gold Eagle. The site has been compromised. I am executing directive one-one-six bravo. If you're still inside, your service will be honored. Shepherd out.' Was the cold, honest truth that came from Shepherd.
"Override the door controls! Hurry!" Price said as he and Soap started typing furiously.
"Shepherd. I got one thing to say to you... I'll save it until we put a bullet in you..." Wolf said over the comms, standing over the map and snapping a picture.
They unlocked the doors and ran to the door and into the cave, just as the explosives went off.
"Run! Keep moving! This place is gonna blow!" Price said as the three ran down the cave mouth, the shock wave catching up to them
Soap fell at the exit, shell-shocked while Price and Wolf shot at Shadow Company soldiers outside.
'Excalibur, this is Gold Eagle. Fire mission - target package Romeo - danger close.' Shepherd said to Shadow Company's Excalibur.
'That's within a hundred meters of your position sir!' Excalibur retorted quickly.
'That's not a suggestion! Send it!'
Wolf's heart leapt into his throat as he back pedaled to Soap to help him up.
'Roger that, fire mission danger close!'
"Incoming! Get down! Get down!" Price shouted as he dove down as artillery fire landed all over Site Hotel Bravo, killing, wounding, and dazing many of Shadow Company's soldiers.
"Those are his men he's killin'!" Soap shouted as rubble sprayed over them.
"Since when does Shepherd care about danger close... Let's go! Stay close and follow me! To the west, lads!" Price said as they got up and moved out of the caves. Outside they saw more Shadow Company soldiers dropping in from helicopters and quickly dove for cover.
Wolf looked up and saw an M249 on his cover, a fresh set of box ammo next to it. Not willing to be out done by his close friends, he reached up, pulling the SAW and it's ammo boxes with it down onto his lap, tossing his broken ACR onto the rock floor. He stood up, the SAW cocked in his hand at his hip.
"Knock knock!" He said, unleashing rounds onto the scattered Shadow Company.
'Sir, sandstorm activity is picking up here. It's too risky for flight ops.'
'Understood. Head for the tunnel. We'll take the Zodiacs.' Shepherd replied coldly.
'Yes sir!' HQ affirmed
The captains pushed through Site Hotel Bravo, eliminating SC soldiers along the way towards the next the tunnel where they spotted General Shepherd escaping.
"There! Heading for the tunnel!" Wolf pointed and began to rush to the mouth of the tunnel.
"He's getting away! Shepherd mentioned Zodiacs...there must be river access nearby - let's go!" Price ordered as they rushed on into the cave chasing Shepherd into the tunnel.
"They're just around the corner, come on!" Price yelled
They got on a Zodiac and started up, Soap driving the Zodiac began to give chase. Shepherd's Zodiac was way ahead of them along the river. As they tried to catch up, they encountered Shadow Company soldiers at the banks of the river who kept firing. Soap pulled out his Mini-Uzi and shot at them while Price and Wolf also opened fire on the soldiers. Bodies dropped and barrels exploded as they dodged enemy fire and RPGs as they raced down the river after Shepherd who drove his boat into a cave.
"Through that cave!" Wolf shouted over the engines and gunfire. They chased Shepherd into the cave, taking out more soldiers inside the cave. When they came out, Shadow Company soldiers riding additional boats came after them, desperately trying to kill the captains with Little Bird helicopters are flying overhead.
Stay clear of open, Soap! We got a chopper on our six! Take evasive maneuvers! Light them up Wolf!"
"I'll happily oblige!" Wolf grinned, leaning back and firing at the Little Birds chasing them.
Soap drove the boat left and right and between rock walls to prevent the choppers from firing on them.
"RPG's, on the bridge!" Price warned, and Soap maneuvered the boat to dodge RPG fire, as well as firing at the Soldiers on the river banks and rope bridges.
"Get past that Little Bird before its guns spin up!" Price ordered.
"Those miniguns aren't going to stop, shake 'em!" Wolf yelled as he reloaded.
Soap drove the boat to avoid the Little Birds flying about them, Wolf using his last box on the Bird.
"We can't let Shepherd escape! Right, go right!" Wolf shouted as the Little Bird spooled up, bullets flying at them.
"Left! Left! Steer clear of that chopper! Go! Go! We gotta lose 'em! Shake 'em off!" Wolf shouted as his clip went dry, tossing the SAW in the water. Up ahead, they saw a series of rapids and they looked quite bad.
"Rapids up ahead! It's going to get rough, hang on!" Price warned as he slid a new Mag into his M4A1. While they went down the rapids, Shadow Company soldiers on more boats appeared around them, Soap brought his Mini-Uzi at them, firing. Once the rapids settle the chase continued and Wolf brought his 12 up, firing at the sides of the remaining Shadow Company soldier's Zodiacs.
A Pave Low was flew above the river, and they knew what was coming after that.
"Shit! That's his get away!" Wolf shouted as they came around the bend.
'Avatar One, gimme a sitrep, over!' Shepherd ordered
"Ah, I have Warhorse 5-1 standing by. Pave Low's downriver, sir.'
'Copy that! Warhorse 5-1, be advised, we're coming in hot!' Was Shepherd's reply.
'Roger - dropping the hatch - keep it above 30 knots and watch the vertical clearance.' The Pave Low pilot responded.
Shepherd's boat slid right into the Pave Low's hangar and the Pave Low took off.
'Crew, Gold Eagle's on board. We're outta here.' The Pilot affirmed.
"Soap! Hold it steady!" Wolf said as they came up behind the large chopper. He had one Frag-12 left and that was his next and final round. The Pave Low flew up but it was blocked by a sandstorm blowing in. It hovered above the waterfall in an attempt to turn around and it was the three captain's chance
"Steady! Steady!" Price yelled as they slowed down and the Heli made an about face.
As Soap held the boat still near the waterfall, Price fired his M4A1 three times and Wolf fired his 12. The third shot from Price damaged the Pave Low's rotors and Wolf's frag-12 hit the cockpit, killing the pilots and the chopper spun wildly down.
"Back up, back up!" Price shouted, causing Soap to reverse the engine. The current proved too strong and the boat fell over the waterfall and into the river, throwing the captains into the wash.
Soap woke up on the bank of the river, coughing up water from his lungs. Next to him, Wolf was on his hands and knees, coughing and hacking water. He stood up, knife in his hand, and began to walk staggeringly towards the crashed Pave Low, Wolf limping behind him. He saw a wounded Shadow Company soldier crawling and bleeding. He walked up and rammed his blade into the man's spine killing him. Right next to the wreck he spotted another one lying on his back and holstering out a G18. The soldier pulled the trigger but the weapon clicked empty. Wolf kicked the weapon from his hand, bringing his blade down into him, killing him. A clatter was heard from behind the wreck, Shepherd frantically climbing out from the burning hulk into the sandstorm. Soap and Wolf slowly chase him and saw him resting on the car.
"You know what they say about revenge...you better be ready to dig two graves..." Shepherd panted, clutching his side.
Soap raised his arm to kill Shepherd, but Shepherd blocked the knife and slammed Soap's head into the chassis, knocking the Scot to the ground. He pulled out his own knife and stabbed Soap in the chest.
Wolf, in anger went to slash at Shepherd, only for the General to redirect the strike into Wolf's chest, centimeters from his lung. Pain flared up into his brain, so much so that he blacked out.
"Five years ago... I lost Thirty thousand men in the blink of an eye..." He heard from behind him, causing him to roll over and look up at the owner of the voice. Shepherd.
"And the world just fuckin' watched... Tomorrow there will be no shortage of volunteers..."
He looked at Soap, the Scot laying on the ground, a knife in his chest. Shepherd emptied the spent rounds from his .44 Mag, reloading it slowly. Wolf began to crawl towards Shepherd, hand reaching to his pistol that was no longer working.
"No shortage of patriots..." Shepherd finished loading his revolver.
"Here's my two cents..." Wolf whispered as he drew his pistol and fired, only to earn a click from the weapon.
"I know you understand..." Shepherd aimed down at Soap and pulled the trigger.
But Wolf and Price wouldn't allow the Rouge General to put a bullet in Soap for they tackled him to the ground.
Soap turned and crawled to the fallen gun, reaching for it but Shepherd stepped on it, punching the Captain in the face.
Soap waned in and out of consciousness, seeing the three fight. He saw Wolf get knocked back before Shepherd jumped on Price, punching Price repeatedly. Soap looked at the knife lodged in his chest, grasping it and pulling on it. Pain lit up his vision as he did, the knife slowly sliding from his chest cavity and out of his chest. With labored breathing, he spun the knife in his hand and looked at Shepherd. As he did, Wolf pulled Shepherd into a headlock, burying the knife he had in Shepherd's gut and yelling at Soap to do it before he fell away from Shepherd. Soap chucked the knife, the blade finding home in Shepherd's left eye, killing him.
With a pained sigh, he laid back, watching the sand fly overhead. 'So this is it? Wolf and Price are dead... I'm next... Heh... Befittin' of me..' He thought, his vision darkening.
"Soap..." Wolf's scratchy voice groaned.
'Wolf...' Soap thought, looking up at the one American who he trusted with his life.
"Soap...!" Price cried, rushing up to Soap with Wolf behind him. There was a low thrumming which Wolf heard.
"Helo incoming..." Wolf gasped, trying to steady his breathing while helping patch up Soap.
The Little Bird landed, causing Wolf to clutch the .44 Magnum that belonged to Shepherd.
"It'll hold for a while... Help me Wolf..." Price lugged Soap onto his shoulder, Wolf coming to the left of the two. "I thought I told you that this was a one way trip." Price said disdainfully.
"Looks like it still is... They will be looking for us, you know?" Nikolai questioned as he helped them load Soap onto the helo.
"We need to get them medical attention." Price said as Wolf helped keep Soap steady while clutching his own chest wound.
"Da. I know a place." Nikolai smiled, starting up the Little Bird.
"Where is Zero and the others?" Wolf asked, his voice raspy from the heat of the desert.
"The same place we are going, my friend." Nikolai said, an even bigger grin on his face.
Wolf smiled, shaking his head and leaning back on the seat. He could rest for a bit.
He looked back at Shepherd's body, nothing but contempt for his former leader. "Hope hell has a nice little hole for ya, bastard." He spat at him while they lifted off.
Whew... That was heavy... What do you think?
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