Following the events of "Whiskey Hotel":
"Everyone, take your seats," Price ordered crisply as he turned off the lights in the makeshift briefing room on the oilrig.
The remaining members of Task Force 141 sat down on chairs and waited as Soap set up a projector in the center of the room. Price moved to the corner of the room and leaned against the wall in silence, his arms folded.
A few seconds later, Shepherd entered the room with a group of thirty to forty soldiers. The soldiers sat down among the members of the One-Four-One. Shepherd strode forward, slid a flash drive into the side of the projector, and turned the machine on.
"These are our targets," Shepherd announced, pointing at the wall as two satellite images began to materialize.
Everyone in the briefing room sat forward as the images came into focus. One image depicted an overhead view of a large house that sat on a grassy hill in the mountains on the Georgian-Russian border.
The other image showed a large airship boneyard made up of the wreckage of numerous planes. The boneyard itself was located a hundred and sixty miles from Kandahar in Eastern Afghanistan.
"Our intel suggests that Makarov has often used the boneyard to buy and sell weaponry," Shepherd explained. He motioned to the second image. "The cabin is a store for weapons as well as a base Makarov has used to plan his attacks."
The two groups in the room glanced at each other for a moment.
"We'll split up into two teams," Shepherd continued. "Ghost will lead the majority of the One-Four-One in an assault Makarov's safe house in on the Georgian-Russian border."
Ghost exchanged a small nod with Price.
Shepherd tapped on the corner of the projection and enlarged the first image. He traced his finger on the wall. "You will land on this ridge and make your way from there."
"What about our evac?" Ghost asked.
"I am your evac," Shepherd answered, minimizing the image.
"The boneyard is going to be more difficult to investigate," Soap said, walking up to the screen and centering the boneyard's satellite image. "There are a lot of places to hide and a lot more ground to cover. That's why Shadow Company will be backing us up."
The members of Shadow Company took a moment to exchange brief nods with their new allies in the hunt for Makarov.
Soap nodded in the direction of Nikolai who stood in the back corner of the room, away from the other soldiers.
"Nikolai has agreed to work with a member of Shadow Company to secure a cargo plane from here," Soap said, indicating a small makeshift airfield sixty miles east of the boneyard. "They don't know we're coming so it shouldn't be well guarded. Four, maybe five men at most. If we secure the plane, we can ensure that Makarov won't escape if he's there."
Soap tapped the screen to enlarge the image of the boneyard and started tracing specific areas with his finger.
"I'll be leading a squad into the boneyard from the west," Soap continued. "Price and Rook will lead another squad from the south. The rest of Shadow Company will enter the boneyard from the north. Spread out and cover as much ground as possible."
Rook raised his hand. "Any weather predictions or irregularities we should be worried about?"
"Nothing in the boneyard itself. But sandstorms are not irregular in the area," Soap answered. "Still, the less time we spend out in the open, the better. Use suppressed weapons at all times. We find Makarov and kill him. We leave at 1300 hours. Let's finish this."
"Sounds good to me," Ghost said.
"Shadow Company, dismissed," Shepherd finished.
The soldiers under Shepherd's command stood and filed out of the room without a word. The members of Task Force 141 remained seated and silent.
Soap turned to Price. "Anything to add, Captain?"
Price unfolded his arms and walked in front of the projection screen. "The One-Four-One has had a long week. You were thrown into a warzone. That's not why this task force was created."
Price glanced at Shepherd who had fixed him with a sharp glare.
Price looked at the men in front of him. "The One-Four-One isn't meant for open war," he continued. "We're meant for this. Ending wars. Everything you do now is off the record. But everything matters. Let's get this done."