A/N: Greetings all!
I'm back with another showcase teaser. This time we're delving into the original Modern Warfare Trilogy (Remasters are included).
Why you may ask?
Fuck General Shepard and Fuck Makarov.
There is a list of fictional characters who deserve a cozy spot in hell. And I will damn sure enjoy writing how they reach their final destination.
That said, hit my other showcase teasers with reviews and comments. Lol
I know you have thoughts on why I included Deadpool in the Cyberpunk one.
Disclaimer: Call of Duty was primarily developed by Infinity Ward (2003-Present), Treyarch (2005-Present), Sledgehammer Games (2011-Present) and Raven Software (2016-Present).
All other guest stars in this short story were created and still owned by their respective owners.
Warning: This short story is rated M for Mature audiences. Some scenes may be graphic in nature and viewer discretion is advised.
Afghanistan
Day 1 (August 10th)
2016
PFC Allen, Jospeh
75th Ranger Regiment
A convoy is brought up on screen, traveling from Firebase Phoenix. Recent casualties has suggested to the leadership that enemy activity within the region has increased. That's why they were rolling in hard with armor and troop carriers. When you want an objective taken, you call in the 75th Ranger Regiment to take it.
Benning was where Allen had become a man. It was also where he had earned his keep and furthered his ambition. He was born to be a soldier and becoming apart of such an elite brotherhood meant everything to him. A true patriot. Loyalty, Duty, Honor… all the virtues needed to get the job done and done right.
So, Allen was pleasantly surprised when THE Lieutenant General Shepard asked for him by name. Following his training and advisory session with the ANA, Allen found his friend Dunn in The Pit. A training course for warfighters and gunslingers, with appointment times approved by senior leadership. Allen's performance was something that caught Shepard's eyes and the young ranger knew it.
Radio chatter picks up and Allen glances over at his ranger buddy.
The time had come for battle.
Weapon systems and vehicles are highlighted on screen. Several weapons specifically are showcased such as the M9, M4A1, M16A3 and so on. Next comes the armor and aircraft, prime example being the M1 Abrams and UH-60 Blackhawk.
"We are the most powerful military force in the history of man. Every fight is our fight. Because what happens over here, matters over there. We don't get to sit one out."
Northeastern Virginia, USA
Day 4 (August 13th)
2016
PFC Ramirez, James
1st BN, 75th Ranger Regiment
The Rangers were leading the way like they usually did. But this time it was on their own turf. After the massacre at Zakhaev International Airport, many within the US Armed Forces surmised it was only a matter of time before a Russian response. One, Private First-Class James Ramirez knew and understood very well. He was replacing Joseph Allen in Sergeant Foley's squad. These were shoes that some thought should be left unfilled.
Ramirez snorted as he followed Corporal Dunn along the alleyway. Allen was implicated in the massacre that left dozens of civil servants and civilians dead. This act of terror was done while working alongside the world's most wanted terrorist and criminal. Privately, Sergeant Foley and Corporal Dunn voiced their misgivings about what ended up happening to Allen. He had been privy to this and agreed with them. Allen going with Shepard for some hush hush, Black Op reeked to high hell and back. Worse yet, the General was covering his own ass.
("Too bad we can't do anything about it.")
Ramirez along with the rest of the Rangers cleared out the Russians squatting the gas station. With a sizeable group, Sergeant Foley mused they had a good chance of making it across the street and securing the VIP. That said, they had heavy fighting ahead of them. With more Russian Paratroopers coming in and armor supporting them, the fighting would only get harder as US Forces would lose more ground.
"Alright team listen up! Our objective is across the street. Right now we have decent cover but better cover sits with our objective. If there are any BTRs in the area do not engage and do not let them get a bead on you." SGT Foley ordered.
All the Rangers in the gas station nodded in affirmation. While a myriad of emotions flew through them, they were all determined and focus on completing the mission. Nothing else mattered outside of that for the time being.
"Alright. We go on my command." SGT Foley told the group.
Everyone performed a quick check of personnel and equipment. Some Rangers held onto their main weapon but grabbed a few Russian ones to preserve ammo. Nice little fun fact to throw out there. When Rangers and Green Berets do join training, the Weapons Sergeants belonging to the Snake Eaters decided help the Tan Berets brush up on foreign weapons. Perfect for a shit scenario like now.
["On three!"]
All the soldiers within the gas station and behind it tensed. Just as Sergeant Foley was about to give the command, he spotted a BTR. Strange thing was, this BTR looked beat to hell and on fire.
"What the hell?" Foley murmured in disbelief.
Without warning, smoke grenades popped off in the parking lot. Foley tensed, ready to bark out orders and get his people to the objective. The only thing stopping him and his men was what sounded like a roar. Following that roar was a staccato of gunfire mixed with desperate yelling and screaming.
"Sarge…?" Dunn questioned nervously.
Swallowing a bit of saliva, the NCO glanced around at his men. Lives were on the line and the clock was ticking on the mission. He had to make a decision and fast.
"Get on the horn. See if there are any friendlies in the area. We'll have to risk a lot to see if Raptor's escort is still in one piece."
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They didn't know what hit em.
These men weren't like HYDRA, Nazis, the Viet Cong or even those bastards in the Middle East. This was an angry bear fighting against the fierce eagle on the eagle's home turf.
He had no idea how the Russians managed to breach the US's defenses but with what he knew about this Earth's idea of Modern Warfare… less said the better. Impressive as the US was they didn't have SHIELD. They didn't have Captain America, Falcon or even War Machine to guide them through this.
("Hell even ol' Buck would have been useful in this. Part soldier, part spy… all infiltrator.")
The short man felt rounds impacting his chest. His suits were more durable courtesy of Stark and Wakanda's royal family. Snarling, the man formed fists as his senses kicked into overdrive. He had driven a small platoon of Russian troops out of a neighborhood and into this area where a cluster of restaurants and gas stations were located. While the massacre at the airport in Russia was terrible, the Russians were still out of line for wanting blood so soon.
SNIKIT!
Roaring, the man got into an impressive crouch run before leaping high into the air with his claws poised to strike.
("Time to show these fuckers why I really am the best there is!")
It wasn't before long before adamantium met flesh and bone. Heads and limbs went everywhere as Russian paratroopers pleaded for mercy.
PFC Ramirez, James
It had only been a couple of minutes. Not long after the BTR passed the gas station smoke grenades popped up all over the parking lot across the street.
Then came the gunfire and the screams. Gunfire from AKs was a common sound now but instead of being on the receiving these bullets weren't hitting the Rangers.
But the screams and shouts of terror in Russian were unnerving. Not a single one of the Rangers made a sound. They all sat there, holding their position and just waiting to get out there.
A couple of tense minutes was all that it took for the gunfire and screams to cease. The smoke started clearing and as it did Foley wasted no time getting the Rangers into action.
"Go! Go! Go!"
Ramirez was gone, weapon up and scanning his sector alongside his Ranger buddies. The moment the group entered the parking lot they collectively slowed their approach. The BTR had crashed elsewhere and was out of the way. What made this group falter was the bodies. Some looked carved up, claw marks visible on their armor and fatigues. Others were bleeding out from deep stab wounds and breathing out blood bubbles. A couple of Rangers grimly noted finding a pair of arms somewhere along with a bloody RPD.
Ramirez glanced at Dunn who glanced back while following Foley. They both had a thought that was no doubt shared amongst the group.
("Just who or what did this?")
"Learning to use the tools of modern warfare is the difference between the prospering of your people, and utter destruction. We can't give you freedom. But we can give you the know how to acquire it. And that, my friends, is worth more than a whole army base of steel."
Washington D.C., USA
Day 5 (August 14th)
2016
PFC Ramirez, James
1st BN, 75th Ranger Regiment
Ramirez could only breathe as he watched the chaos unfold. DC was under siege by the Russian military and it was scene very similar to that of other major cities on the east coast.
Gritting his teeth, Ramirez neutralized several hostiles in the Department of Commerce building. With initial resistance gone, Ramirez surmised the enemy must have retrograded further inside. Didn't matter. From what Overlord had told his squad lead, those bastards were the ones standing in the way of completing their objective.
("And not all of the civilians were ensured a successful evac yet.")
Grimacing under his mask, Ramirez wordlessly checked on Dunn. Shaken but still steadfast, Dunn gave Ramirez a shaky nod before proceeding across the way. With enemy armor elsewhere, the main issue was foot mobiles with small arms and anti-armor. This threat was compounded by the numerous SAM sites scattered across buildings and monuments in the metropolitan area. These Siberian loving sons of bitches decided to use monuments to the veterans and the fallen as their AA sites. That alone lit a fire under everyone fighting tooth and nail there.
It wasn't enough.
So, here was Ramirez and his squad. They were slowly but steadily clearing out the building with hopes of taking out the SAM emplacements. This would done to take pressure off of evac and casevac birds across the city.
"Ivan's dug in pretty well Sarge." A ranger commented.
"Reason why we're here Private." Foley said with confidence.
They had cleared out the first floor and made their way to the second floor. Following the clearance of another set of hostiles, the Rangers found a pile of rubble. It appeared the building was taking a lot more damage than what was observed. With this though the pile of rubble played to their advantage. Making their way up, Foley had observed they had now reached the fourth floor. As they were making their way by a damaged window, Dunn looked out across the DC skyline. Ramirez hung back watching Dunn solemnly gaze at the building in the distance.
"That was the freakin' Capitol Building, man…"
Radio chatter picked up snapping Dunn out of his reverie. Looking over he traded a nod with Ramirez. Both caught up to the rest of the squad and few short skirmishes later the group was at a crow's nest on the fifth floor. As they approached it though, Foley motioned for them to take cover.
"Overlord, this is Two-One Actual. Interrogative, what exactly is the situation at the World War II Memorial? Over."
The group waited a moment, watching as Russian troops were either pulling security or using the launcher. It didn't take long for command to deliver an answer that had them confused.
["Hunter Two-One, be advised the situation is being handled. New contacts have engaged hostile presence at the Memorial. Confirmed multiple SAMs on site."]
Ramirez and Dunn droned out the last little bit given after that transmission. Regardless of what extra details there were, one question remained.
("Just who in the hell is picking a fight with Ivan?")
World War II Memorial
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Originally the World War II Memorial was meant to be a staging point for vehicles. That was the plan along with mechanized infantry. Mix in some fortified defenses and this contingent of Russian troops were well on their way to playing their role in a much larger scheme.
Total domination and occupation of the American capitol. And this was something they were well on their way to doing. Until…
BOOM!
Several Russian troopers screamed as the flames ate away at flesh and cloth. A few tankers were being used to fuel some light armor vehicles only to be the victim of sustained fire. Those who witnessed the explosion turned towards the source of suspected enemy fire. It wasn't long before five had been killed in quick succession, shot in the head with pinpoint precision and accuracy. As the attack on the Russian troops continued, their comrades were quick to jump on the net.
Smoke grenades started going off near one of the entrances to the Memorial. But even with the smoke shots were still being fired on the Russian troops. As numbers started dwindling, a few snipers with thermal scopes decided to peak through the smoke and engage the enemy. One who was sitting at the top of one of the memorial's entry ways was setting up a shot. Only, when he looked through the scope he could not find the enemy at all. All he saw was a light armor vehicle of unknown model and make. It had a turret on the back with seats for a passenger and driver. Close to where the grill was on the vehicle were what looked like tusks. Face twisted in confusion, he noted that the tusks gave the vehicle the appearance of a puma. This was his last thought before being eviscerated by an armor piercing round.
Stepping out of the smoke were three armored figures. One held her sniper rifle with the barrel pointed up, Zero-Five-Eight painted on her chest. The other was gripping her shotgun with one hand, free hand placed on her hip and she had Zero-Eight-Seven painted on her chest. As for the final member of the trio, he kept both hands on his rifle with the number One-Zero-Four painted on his chest. All three took in the destruction they had caused and with their motion trackers keeping them up to speed, they knew they had won this fight easily.
"Between her marksmanship skills and your speed, this one was definitely overkill." The lone male commented.
Both women smirked and nodded without an ounce of shame.
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["Think we got enough charges planted?"]
The large, armored figure grunted in affirmation. While the rest of the team were dealing with Russians camping out of the WWII Memorial, he was performing demolitions at the Department of Justice building. No…
When he was done the building would be in ruins, containing the corpses of America's foes and the twisted husks of SAM emplacements. When the first wave of Russian troops hit American soil, his team had done their best to support the Ranger Regiment and other US Forces from afar. With DC in flames though, the need for secrecy was no longer at the forefront. Civilians were still at risk and the US needed ground back in a bad way.
That's where Spartans come in.
That's where Blue Team comes in.
["Charges are all set. Per the chatter on the next, Russians are hitting the American transports hard. They really took that massacre at the airport personally."]
Standing tall, humanity's greatest soldier and hero pulled his VK-78 off his back. Messages from his team confirmed their status green. An additional message from a certain speedster made the Chief smirk a bit.
("Never cease to amaze me do you Rabbit?")
Face pulled into a frown, Sierra-117 lightly jogged out of the building. Even with a stealth approach, he had decimated the enemy to the point where it was impossible for them not to know he was there. But he had done his part as had the rest of Blue Team. He could only hope it was enough as he planned on helping the Americans take back DC inch by bloody inch.
"Fire up the charges once we pull away. It's time to regroup."
A female avatar popped up at the corner of the Spartan's HUD, making him smile slightly.
["Oh boy. The enemy is in for a rude awakening. Hope they enjoy the fireworks!"] she said with a slight cheer.
PFC Ramirez, James
Ramirez and the rest of the squad were on their way to the rooftop when it happened. The young soldier felt it just as much as he saw it.
A series of explosions had occurred in the direction of the Department of Justice building. The same had occurred in several other locations that were prime for SAM sites.
["I don't who gave us that opening but we need to move! Everyone on the choppers! We're bugging out!"] Foley hollered over the comm.
Ramirez shook his head before joining his fellow Rangers in the Blackhawk. He took over the minigun while the rest of the passengers would support him with their main weapon. That or just sit back and let Ramirez have his way with the enemy.
As the helicopters left the rooftop, many of the Rangers could only wonder who had dealt Ivan such a crushing blow?
It wouldn't matter in the end. In the hours that followed, the combined might of the US Military retook a majority of the nation's capital. And part of that effort was credited to four mysterious warriors known to command as Blue Team.
"Sure it matters who's got the bigger stick, but it matters a helluva lot more who's swinging it."
40 miles east of Petropavlovsk, Russia
Day 5 (August 14th)
2016
Gary "Roach" Sanderson
Task Force 141
With the Russian attack on American soil, Captain MacTavish had made the excellent point of saying they should be going towards the fight. This was what special operations was built on. Not just the high-risk missions deep behind enemy lines but also high-level defense of an ally. But General Shepard insisted they were needed elsewhere. It was a kind of a bitter pill to swallow but the 141 would accept their marching orders and follow through. The US had called all hands on deck for defense of the homeland which included units like the SEALs, 75th Ranger Regiment, Green Berets… and even the vaunted Delta Force.
So, Shepard sent them here to the icy waters outside the Russian motherland. They began with an amphibious infil, taking control of oil rigs that would have hindered joint operations for the real fight. The assault on the Gulag and the acquisition of the VIP.
Prisoner #627.
Intel suggested that Makarov had a very high amount of interest in the person, whoever he or she was. Roach definitely hoped and prayed the prisoner wasn't a she. If what the briefing suggested was anything to go by, no female even special operations trained could survive long term in that place.
["Thirty seconds."]
Roach glanced over at the Captain. MacTavish glanced back at him and both traded a nod before returning their gazes out. Riding in a Blackhawk was one thing. But riding in a Little Bird was definitely something else. There was a thrill when it came to entering the battlefield by helo. This type of thrill was seconded to that of combat itself.
Anyways, the mission was simple. Weaken the defenses of the Gulag, get in, grab #627 and get out. Phase One of this part of the overall operation would start with…
BOOM!
["Oi! What the hell?!"] Ghost exclaimed over comms.
MacTavish and Roach had to shield their eyes for a moment, avoiding staring at the series of explosions that rippled all across the Gulag. Stunned for a moment, MacTavish regained his composure before getting on the horn.
"Shepard! What the hell just happened?" Soap roared into the radio.
Face set into a nasty snarl, MacTavish didn't have to wait long for a response.
["Unknown. None of those fighter jets had the go ahead to fire and neither did the Navy."]
Roach shook his head and checked his weapon over. He would still be ready to execute his role even with the plan changing.
["We need our VIP alive Captain. Whoever did this while helping us has jeopardized this operation. Get in there, grab the prisoner and bug out."]
"We'll get it done. Out."
MacTavish turned to Roach.
"Scope ready and barrel up Roach! We still have known enemy contacts in the area!" MacTavish shouted out.
Roach nodded and did as ordered. MacTavish followed suit as the group of helicopters approached their destination.
["Bloody hell…"] Ghost commented.
MacTavish agreed with a clear grimace and so did Roach. As the operators of the 141 approached the Gulag it was clear that those explosions were the result of well-planned sabotage. Some of the outer towers were nothing but smoke and rubble, inner support giving way due to abuse by explosive. Other towers held up but only barely. MacTavish had viewed from the scope of his weapon that almost every tower had a SAM emplacement.
("Whoever did this is good. Freedom fighters? Some turncoat? That type of demo work takes skill.")
MacTavish reached up to his left shoulder, idly noting numerous holes in the walls of the world's worst prison.
"All snipers, this is MacTavish. Standby to engage on my go. Be advised, enemy presence has lessened due to a variable. Pick your targets and time your shots."
Enemy presence had definitely weakened. Surviving wardens and guards of this hellhole were either pulling security or taking care of the wounded. As the helos pulled up, it didn't take long for the enemy to fall to an age-old enemy…
The Fog of War.
"Weapons free." MacTavish called out.
Not even a moment later, Roach took the first shot. He was soon followed by his brethren, mowing down the enemy with small bursts. Peeking into the courtyard, Roach noted how chaotic it was and wondered just how much worse it was below.
["This is straight up fish in a barrel mate."] Ghost commented.
"Tell me about it. Stay on 'em." MacTavish remarked.
The shooting continued on for only a couple more minutes. Before Roach knew it, he was boots on the ground with the other teams supporting the assault. Originally, it was meant to be three teams mounting the assault on the interior and retrieve #627. This of course would come after the fact that Little Birds and their precious cargo would soften up the Gulag's defenses. Only part of that plan had been accomplished by the 141 and supporting elements. The other part had been accomplished by an unknown.
["Whoever worked the towers and walls got in here too. I'm seeing bodies that weren't our work."] Ghost noted.
"Which likely means there are dead we don't know about. This insider must've been thorough." MacTavish agreed voicing his own observation.
The rest of the mission had its own challenges as they would come to find out. Apparently, #627 was none other than Captain John Price, an old comrade gone MIA during the early days of the 141. MacTavish, Soap as he was called by Price, took it harder than the rest of the men. Both men had been pivotal in the hunt for Zakhaev and the terrorist's eventual demise. Before Price had gone MIA during an op gone sideways, both men had talked about the hunt itself. It wasn't easy, especially mentioning the comrades they lost just to take Zakhaev down. Roach and Ghost understood it though. Being loyal members of the SAS and the special operations community, you had to understand.
Now though, the band was back together so to speak. They all left the Gulag in one piece and were ready to find Makarov no matter the odds.
Treeline
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Taking the binoculars away from his face, the man smirked. While he was American born and raised, Russia still held a place in his heart.
("More for the few good people I found in Russia anyway.")
Adjusting the mask on his face, the soldier slipped his tech goggles on. Credit was definitely due to Stark and to SHIELD for these bad boys. Grabbing his rifle, his metal arm glinted in the sun as he walked into the forest. Had the Task Force known any better, they would have said they were being watched.
In the days that followed, this would turn out to be true. A soldier with two loyalties revealed a dark truth to the world and saved the lives of good men. All while disappearing without a trace.
"This is the time for heroes. A time for legends."
Georgian-Russian Border, Caucasus Mountains
Day 6 (August 15th)
2016
Gary "Roach" Sanderson
Task Force 141
Surviving the ambush had not been easy. Neither had been surviving the siege. But Roach knew their luck was holding steady. The data they were gathering would be the difference in bringing Makarov in on bloody fucking platter. Or the world would kiss its own ass goodbye.
As Ghost led the team towards the house, Archer and Toad were providing overwatch. They were well hidden enough that in case a massive enemy attack they could bug out no issue.
First roadblock was the minefield. Training, experience and instincts kicked in and the entire group hit the deck as the mines exploded. Despite temporarily being deafened by the blasts, the team managed to recover quickly and counter the ambush. With minimal cover, the entire team picked off hostile targets one by one, getting the occasional supporting shot from Archer and Toad.
The Ambush only lasted a couple of minutes. Regaining their bearings, the team looked to Ghost who looked back at them with reassurance. After giving them a nod, Ghost received a call on the radio.
["Ghost… got a situation at the safehouse."] Archer announced.
"What we got?"
Silence lasted for a moment before the other half of the scout-sniper team spoke.
["Well… it's something you don't see every day."] Toad chimed in hesitantly.
Ghost shook his head before motioning the others to follow him. It was a short jog before the group had a reach a small cluster of solar panels. Not too far away was the safehouse that Makarov may or may not be in. The operators were hoping to find the terrorist mastermind and some intel before bugging out of there. Instead, they got something else entirely.
"What the bloody hell…?" Ghost muttered aloud.
In disbelief the squad came to a halt and kneeled down. In front of the safehouse was an element larger than a squad yet smaller than a platoon. These men were being decimated by a lone warrior clad in blue. He had a white star on his chest that was enclosed by a circle. Ghost could only make out the stranger's lower jaw and eyes as he was moving at speeds operators dreamed of.
One of Makarov's men was firing full auto before being lifted off his feet, chest slammed hard by the strange man's shield. Right hand going for his service pistol, the shield bearer fired off four rounds in succession scoring headshots. From inside the safehouse, a soldier was kicked through the window with force. Ghost already surmised the man was dead and that this stranger with a shield had help.
Coming to the window was a woman clad in what surmounted to a lightly armored, catsuit. She had fiery red hair with vibrant emerald eyes. The woman aimed a semi-automatic sniper rifle at a few of the soldiers in the driveway and started picking them off. One shot caught an enemy in the throat, making him choke on his own blood. Another took a shot directly to the face leaving a new hole for the bugs to have at.
As for the shield wearing man, he… it was unreal what he could do with the shield on his left. Roach noted that the shield bore the colors of the American flag and that made him conclude this man was American bred. Roach however wasn't so sure about the man's partner.
The man threw his shield, which bounced off of several enemies and vehicles in succession. Performing a combat roll, the man caught the shield and drew the attention of the last of the guards of the safehouse. He didn't get a chance to fire a shot as he had been taken out by the woman. Battle now won, the man stood up and looked towards the woman to signal all clear. She didn't hesitate in dropping the borrowed sniper rifle and making her way towards the man with steady strides.
"You know, for hired guns of the world's most wanted terrorist? I thought they'd be better." She commented.
The man shrugged, posture relaxing only slightly.
"Beats having to deal with HYDRA or AIM at least. Less of a mess to deal with." The man voiced.
The redhead hummed before looking to the forest. Smirking with clear mischief she glanced towards her partner. He raised a single eyebrow at her before looking towards the forest… right where Ghost and his squad were.
"Come on out boys! We won't bite at all!" the redhead called out.
Ghost and Roach traded a glance. Roach simply shrugged, figuring it wouldn't hurt to get some answers from the unknowns in their midst. Ghost sighed heavily before looing to the rest of the team.
"Alright boys… let's go greet our guests. But keep it tight and watch for enemy reinforcements." Ghost ordered.
The others in the squad readily complied.
"Archer, Toad keep an eye out for the enemy… and our unknowns just in case."
["Roger that."]
["Solid copy Ghost."]
They moved swiftly towards the safehouse and made it to the unknowns in the driveway. The shield user was standing only a foot away from the redhead. Said redhead had an infuriating saucy smirk painted on her lips, eyes alight with mischief. Yet despite that, Ghost felt that this woman was deadly, even more so with her partner nearby.
As the rest of the squad stood at his back, Ghost stepped forward.
"Not that we don't mind the help. I'm not really appreciative of unknowns so I'll keep this simple. Who the bloody hell are you two?" he inquired gruffly.
The shield user smiled disarmingly while the redhead kept her smirk.
"Steve Rogers. But in the field, you can call me Captain America."
"Natasha Romanoff. Friends and enemies call me the Black Widow."
The now named Black Widow produced a flash drive.
"And you're after Mister Makarov right? So how about a proper joint partnership?" she offered.
Ghost eyed the flash drive blankly before slowly looking at Widow.
"And where the bloody hell did you get that?" he questioned lowly.
Huffing, Widow stuffed the flash drive in one of her pouches.
"Makarov had a gold mine worth of intel. Place was practically priceless with what information he stored there so I took pictures."
Roach then caught a camera, thrown towards his person by the Captain. Glancing up, Rogers smiled in confirmation towards the operator.
"Not only that we have some information concerning your boss you need to see." Natasha interjected; tone now serious.
The 141 operators glanced at each other while Ghost shook his head. Stepping forward, Ghost got up into Natasha's space.
"Sorry sweetheart… but did you say you had info on our boss?" Ghost asked icily.
Natasha quirked a brow.
"Let's just say it's information best to be shared in private. All you need to know is this mission won't end the way you think." She answered calmly.
"In what way exactly doll face?" Ozone asked with a hard frown.
Steve noticed how tense everyone was and decided to intervene. Placing his shield on his back, he stepped up next to Natasha, forcing Ghost to look his way. And for once in his life, Ghost hesitated. This man with a shield and simple pistol decimated an enemy force alongside his very capable, very deadly female partner. Rethinking things, Ghost had to give them the decency to hear them out at the very least.
"Son, we're not your enemies. That we can assure you." Steve began.
Ghost stepped back, Roach stepping up to his right side. Ozone and Scarecrow of course decided to hang back, watching the proceedings.
"What we can tell you is that General Shepard just got the necessary resources to hunt down the World's Most Wanted Terrorist. A Blank check carries a helluva meaning to some people. And given his background, my partner and I know what that means."
"He wants revenge for losing thirty-thousand Marines in the Middle East five years ago. He's also covering his ass with that stunt he and the CIA pulled with that Army Ranger who went undercover." Natasha interjected.
All the 141 operators tensed up hearing the duo speak. Some of what they were hearing wasn't new information. But the conclusions they were starting to draw from it… they didn't want to think about it at all.
Ghost gripped his ACR tight, Roach giving him a worried glance.
"What the hell are you trying to say?" Ghost asked through gritted teeth.
Steve stared Ghost down unflinchingly while Natasha maintained an aloofness to her demeanor. Steve sighed a moment later before looking at the skull faced operator somberly.
"Shepard's been pulling resources from the 141, the task force you all are no doubt assigned to. He used those resources plus a blank check to create his own personal army, Shadow Company. This mission was to serve as loose ends for him. The minute you retrieved that intel in the safehouse…" he trailed off.
Ghost laughed in disbelief before pointing a finger at the Captain.
"He'll what? Kill us? The bloody hell for?! We've done all he's ever asked and…"
"Exactly."
All eyes minus Steve's looked to Romanoff. The Widow's eyes had turned sharp and glared holes into the shade covered eyes of Ghost.
"He's a war hero now Mr. Riley. He's also a bitter old man near the end of his tenure as one of America's best military leaders. Zakhaev, Khaled Al-Asad and Makarov left a lot of stains on an otherwise impeccable military career. Add on that stunt with the CIA and he's practically becoming the devil himself just to save his own ass."
"Which is why we're here to help. He's hoping to clean house and we're not letting good men like you and your team go down. Not without a fight at the very least." Steve added resolutely.
"So, the question Mr. Riley is… are you in? Or are you out?" Widow finished for the pair.
All eyes went to Ghost, the man looking down at the ground in contemplation. This mission was time sensitive and he couldn't spend his time here dallying. Sighing after a few moments, Ghost contacted the snipers.
"Where is Makarov's forces?" he asked.
Static crackled before the 141 team heard Archer's voice.
["They're mobilizing as we speak. It will be at least five to ten mikes before they reach you."]
Ghost then looked to Natasha.
"How many flash drives do you have?" he asked.
Natasha smirked.
"Enough. My copies even have copies." She answered.
Huffing a laugh in disbelief, Ghost looked to his team before nodding at them. He then looked to the duo with a small smirk.
"Guess you have your answer then mates. Let's do this."
And that fateful decision saved Ghost and his team. In the months that followed, remnants of a now disavowed 141 would clear their names while bringing to light the actions of a perceived hero and the ultimate villain. And they couldn't have done so without the Soldier and the Spy.
"History is written by the victors. Let's get to work."
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Over the Atlantic
Aboard an Antonov An-12
Day 4 (August 13th)
2016
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Spteznaz
An armada of sea and aircraft raced across the Atlantic. The blood shed on the sacred soil of the Motherland must be answered with more blood. While hesitant, the Russian President knew this was the best he could do right now. So, he called forth his advisors and military leaders. He understood very well that there was a time and place for talking. Now was definitely not one of those times.
The invasion force was on its way by air and by sea. Having obtained information from the American ACS module, aircraft could slip in on the east coast while spoofing American tracking systems. Once the aircraft had completed Phase 1 they could proceed on to Phase 2.
Airborne troopers.
With troop drops, cargo and supplies being inserted, the Russians would hit hard and fast before establishing a foothold in major American cities. While there was no doubt the Americans would fight with maximum effort, the Russians were willing to go further.
Several Spetznaz commandos were in the cargo hold, preparing themselves as the journey was nearing its end. Pilots of several aircraft would routinely do their checks, ensuring everything was operating with an efficiency of the old Soviet workers. One such aircraft pilot had completed his check only to notice an oddity. Some of the instruments on the flight panel were behaving weirdly. Frowning, the pilot uttered something in his native tongue to his copilot. Both were working through the process of finding the error. A flash was caught in their peripherals, both men looking up to see a massive storm ahead. This had alarmed both men as predicted forecast had informed them of a possible hurricane.
Training kicking in, the pilot and co-pilot started making adjustments. Turbulence was starting to affect the aircraft now the closer they approached. Inside the cargo hold, the Russian paratroopers braced themselves as the once smooth ride turned bumpy.
Russian Aircraft Carrier
A captain of an aircraft carrier had just gotten off the comms with a submarine captain. Both had their grievances and concerns regarding a massive storm popping up out of nowhere. From what they could tell, all aircraft were having issues adjusting from the sudden change in wind speed and air current. As the captain was barking out orders, one of his technicians missed a large blotch on radar.
Russian Sub
The Submarine captain too was barking out orders to his men. In tight quarters it was a flurry of activity as sailors left and right were rushing to their stations. Typically, choppy waters would bother the surface vessels more than the submersibles. That was completely false.
While surface vessels had to deal with high waves, wind speeds of high speed and the possibility of lightning. This type of weather would make operations very hazardous depending on the vessel type. With submersibles, they had to do with change in current and the fact they couldn't stray too far from the main group.
For this submarine in particular, one of the technicians had detected a large blotch on radar. It was rapidly approaching out of nowhere from depths that would kill normal beings and crush subs that couldn't handle an increase in depth.
Cursing, the submarine captain wanted an update from the technician. Frightened and panicking, the technician let out a cry of alarm and tried to inform his captain of the impending danger.
It would prove to be of no use.
The sub shook, a dark object penetrating several sections of the sub causing a breach. Water rushed in and the men were thrown around from the initial impact, some hitting the walls harsh enough to die from blunt force trauma. Other sailors were rattled and stunned, desperately trying to get their bearings even as the sub faced impending doom.
Another impact occurred before all aboard saw a white flash.
Russian Destroyer
The captain had just received word of the loss of one submarine.
It wasn't the Americans. They would have known as much.
A radar technician got the captain's attention, informing him of a large bogey on radar. It was easy to guess that this same bogey was the… thing responsible for the loss of the sub. Looking out, the captain looked to the aircraft carrier. Alarmed he was about to seek out communications…
BOOM!
A flash of blue and the aircraft carrier was split in half, blown into many pieces. Her crew was dead, of that the destroyer captain knew. Breathing heavily, blood rushing to his ears, the captain watched in growing horror as a cruiser was erased from existence by the same phenomenon that took the aircraft carrier.
Barking out orders, the captain order his men to stations and to have every weapon brought to bear. After that little bit of business, the captain looked out to see…
A row of large spikes.
The captain was in disbelief at the sight. Just what manner of creature had they stumbled upon.
He would get his answer a moment later.
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Spetznaz
He didn't know what was going on. It had been a smooth flight in, just like the forecast had predicted. How and why the air crew were experiencing turbulence was anyone's guess.
Just as the operator of Russia's premiere fighting force had the thought, his head snapped in the direction of the bay doors. An explosion had compromised the plane and now they had just cabin pressure. Intense and violent shaking had made staying in place impossible. Those who did not have a seat at the time were now being tossed around, some personnel being violently ripped out of the back of the plane and into a stormy expanse.
Russian Cruiser
A few sailors had gripped the railing hard as they held on for dear life. As the ship continued to rock, the sound of crashing waves alerted them to a new presence. Looking from the port side, they saw a massive figure exit the water. Jaws dropping, blood frozen in cold fear, the sailors could only gaze in disbelief at the monstrosity that was making mincemeat out of their navy.
On the bridge the captain could only numbly look on from the view inside the bridge. Although there was a lot of rain, mist and fog, it didn't obstruct the creature as well as many hoped for.
It was almost 300 meters in height given proper demonstration, hardened grey scales all across its body with a few faint scars on its torso and head. Along its spine and tail were a set of dorsal fins, all of which held tribal like markings. The head was similar to that of a gator or crocodile with an elongated snout.
As the giant dinosaur climbed up on the broken remains of an aircraft carrier, rage filled amber eyes looked around before glaring at the sky. Opening his maw, the combined might of the Russian navy would hear a sound they would never forget even in death…
SKRREEEEEOOOOOOOONGK! Brnnnnn….
A/N: Cut!
I'm pretty sure my descriptions of the guest stars were dead giveaways. Hope you all enjoyed the Showcase teaser for Modern Warfare.
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