"Contingency":
"Alright, I'm inside the sub!" Price announced as he slid down the ladder. "Cover me. I need a few minutes!"
Price tossed his rifle aside and pulled out his pistol. Long range weapons wouldn't do much good in a sub this size and most of the fighting was happening outside. The rest of the team will prevent any reinforcements from entering the sub And I shouldn't encounter much resistance myself.
It only took a minute of running before the launch control room came into sight.
Price heard Ghost shouting over the com. "Contacts to the north. On the dock, next to the sub!"
A soldier came through the door to the control room in front of Price. Price shot the Russian in the head and charged into the man, sending him back into three other officers in the cramped room. There were two Russian officers on either side of the door.
Price stabbed the man to his left with his knife and shot the man on his right twice in the chest.
"Price, are you there?" Ghost asked frantically as the sub shook slightly. Alarms continued to blare outside the sub. "The silo doors are opening on the sub! I repeat, the silo doors are opening on the sub!"
As the two men on either side of the door drew their last breaths, Price fired at the pile of bodies in front of him, emptying his clip.
Thrusting his empty sidearm into its holster, Price ran to the launch control panel. He'd studied up on Russian launch procedures on the chopper ride to the drop point. His hands flew over the keyboard.
Ghost shouted over the com again. "Price, come in! They're opening the silo doors on the sub! Come on! Hurry!"
Price paid little attention. This thing is going to fire either way. But I can still change its trajectory.
Price hadn't told anyone of his plan. He didn't have time to debate.
"Price, do you copy?" Ghost shouted. "The silo doors are open! I repeat; the silo doors are open!"
Price succeeded in his task. "Good."
The entire sub shook as the nuke roared out of its silo.
Price deactivated his com and watched as the nuke traveled fast toward its destination. Price heard a click behind him. He felt a gun press against the back of his head. Price glanced at the pile of bodies. There was one missing.
The Captain of the sub stood behind him dressed in a white and blue uniform. He held an M1911 .45 in his right hand. Although the man had been shielded the by the other three bodies Price had thrown at him, there was a bullet wound in his left arm.
"I'm going to make you suffer before your comrades reach us," the Russian said in English. "A parting gift I will leave behind for my Commander."
Price had no other options. He slowly reached for his belt and sighed. "This is really going to hurt."
"Yes, it will," the Russian said with a smirk. "Put gun on floor."
Price pulled his empty pistol out of its holster with one hand and grasped something on his belt with the other.
"I said drop it!" The man shouted prodding Price's head with his pistol.
Price dropped the gun along with the flash-bang he had been holding. The instant it hit the floor, he clamped his eyes shut and covered his ears.
The bright flash that followed almost blinded Price through his eyelids, leaving behind a loud, high-pitched ringing in his ears. Price barely noticed the pain. The moment the light faded, he turned.
The Captain of the sub had received the full blast of the bright explosion and had stumbled back several steps. Price grabbed the man's gun hand as the weapon went off. The bullet hit a nearby control panel.
Price broke the Captain's nose with a painful head-butt before kicking in the Russian's left leg. As the soldier fell to a knee, Price grabbed the man's hair and repeatedly punched him in the face until his foe collapsed to the floor.
Price grabbed both handguns off the ground. He turned to the control panel and saw that the nuke had detonated.
Price nodded with a grunt. Mission accomplished.
Price ejected the clip from his enemy's weapon and grabbed two bullets before throwing the clip to the floor a safe distance away.
Behind him, the Captain of the sub leaned up and spoke through a mouthful of blood. "You're going to… lose… comrade."
"What makes you say that?" Price asked, turning to the Russian.
The man coughed and looked at a camera above Price's head. "He will find you."
Price looked at the camera and inserted a round into the chamber of his pistol before turning back to the wounded Captain. "I'm counting on it."
Price raised his weapon shot the Russian in the head.
Price looked at the camera again. "I know who's on the other side of that camera," the S.A.S. soldier said, moving forward. "I know it's you, Makarov. You play the manipulation game well. But now you have enemies. The United States. The One-Four-One. Me. You can't hide forever. My mission was to help the United States push back the invaders. I've done that. Now I'm going to focus all my attention on you."
The screen on the missile console went blank.
"You once said that all it takes to accomplish a goal is the will of a single man. And I told you those words could backfire," Price continued as he inserted the second bullet into the chamber of his pistol. He pointed his weapon at the camera. "I'll see you down the scope."
Price pulled the trigger.