"Loose Ends" and "Enemy of My Enemy":
"Weapons tight," Soap said, turning off his long-range com.
Soap slowly moved past the cockpit of an airplane.
Price spoke through the com. "Shepherd just made contact. Ghost and Roach are securing more intel but there's no sign of Makarov," the older soldier said. "It's up to us."
"Fine by me," Soap muttered. "See you in an hour, sir."
The infiltration went well in the boneyard.
Nikolai and one of Shepherd's men were dropped off a few miles from the makeshift air strip.
Soap had entered the boneyard from the west with a five-man squad from Shadow Company while Price and Rook entered from the south with another five-man squad. The remaining soldiers entered from the north and divided up into groups to search the boneyard.
More of Makarov's men were also arriving at the boneyard.
One of Shepherd's men walked past Soap, not knowing that there was a Russian soldier right on the other side of the cockpit. As the Russian raised his rifle, Soap slit his throat and tugged Shepherd's man out of sight.
There was an eerie silence.
Just as Soap was letting go of the Shadow Company soldier, he heard a voice in the man's earpiece. The words did not come through Soap's own headset. "…intel cache. No Makarov. Shepherd… loose ends. Terminate Task… One-Four-One… extreme prejudice."
Soap tightened his grip on the soldier's neck and turned him around, using the man as a human shield as the other four members of the squad leveled their weapons. Nobody said a word for fear that the Russians would hear them.
Soap slowly backed up toward a dormant propeller.
…
"Rook," Price whispered. "Scout ahead. Find out what were up against."
Rook moved ahead, leaving Price with two men in front of him and three men behind him, both from Shadow Company.
Price kept a close eye on their surroundings. There are a lot of places to hide here.
Price turned back toward the men in front of him. One of them had their finger to their ear, as if he were listening to a communication. Nothing was coming through Price's headset. Price noticed the footsteps behind him stop.
Son of a— Price dove to the ground and started to roll as the men behind him opened fire.
The bullets meant for Price hit the two men in front of him, killing them instantly. In the momentary confusion, Price got to his feet and dove into an open cockpit.
Price knew he only had one chance to live. Soap, I hope you're ready.
Price grabbed his unsuppressed Captain's pistol and shot through the open ceiling of the cockpit.
…
Soap glanced up as a loud series of shots echoed through the boneyard.
The men from Shadow Company looked around in surprise.
Soap took advantage of the momentary distraction. He shoved his human shield back into the rest of the squad and threw a grenade into the propeller behind him.
The resulting explosion only added to the confusion, giving Soap time to run for cover.
…
The sound of Price's weapon and an explosion to the west alerted all Russians in the area to the infiltration team's presence.
Chaos ensued.
Price took off running, shouting into an open com. "Ghost! Come in, this is Price! We're under attack by Shepherd's men at the boneyard!"
Three men from Shadow Company taking aim at Price were gunned down by Makarov's men.
…
Soap looked out of cover saw Russians heading toward Price's location. He laid down cover fire. Price has enough problems.
Soap started running and managed to get within thirty meters of Price and saw the other captain turn to enemy soldiers moving in from the left.
Soap opened fire on the group even as Price's order came over the com. "Soap, hold the left flank!"
As Soap tried to make his way to Price, they were separated again as Shadow Company and Makarov's men started exchanging fire.
…
Nikolai and Shepherd's man crouched down behind a few crates. They looked over the crates and spotted a cargo plane on the runway with five of Makarov's men guarding it.
They were about to move from cover when they heard Price start to shout over the open com. "Do not trust Shepherd! I say again, do not trust Shepherd! Soap, get down!"
Nikolai and the Shadow Company soldier looked at each other.
Nikolai reacted first, punching the soldier in the gut before banging the man's head repeatedly on the crates in front of him. Nikolai grabbed the soldier's headset as the soldier slumped to the ground.
Nikolai moved out of cover ran straight up to the plane.
The Russians raised their weapons.
"American soldiers are in the boneyard!" Nikolai shouted in Russian. "We need reinforcements!"
The soldiers lowered their guns and started chattering into their coms. Nikolai raised his own weapon. Makarov's men were dead in seconds.
"Morons," Nikolai spat, running into the cockpit.
The plane left the ground a minute later. As he was searching for the controls to close the cargo ramp, Nikolai heard footsteps running up behind him. Nikolai looked back and saw Shepherd's man raise his weapon, blood dripping from his forehead.
Nikolai jerked the plane to the side, causing the soldier to lose his balance and roll near the back of the plane. Nikolai sprang out of the pilot's chair, grabbing his sidearm.
As the Shadow Company soldier raised his rifle again, Nikolai opened fire, shooting him in the chest repeatedly. The soldier tumbled out the back of the plane.
Nikolai holstered his sidearm and ran to the cockpit. Something chimed as Nikolai closed the ramp and the pilot looked at the readouts. Sandstorms. Those could be a problem.