Author's Note: Hello! Welcome back to this chapter since the vote ended in a tie! *Fuckerz... didn't wanna vote...* So I picked my favorite missions from the Task Force 141 campaign and I actually found out they were Bravo Company so I'll be fixing that in later chapters... and sometimes combine them to make it more original and what will also focus on SOME of Kate's missions...

Finally what do you think about my spoofs? I would like to know whether I'm doing an actually good job on these ones as this is 1/2 spoofs I have the second being almost done with a few chapters left...

Call of Duty: Omega Warfare

Chapter 6

"Blood Hounds Part 1"

Humphrey was suited up in the standard attire for 141 members. Recently all of the survivors from there last operation have been transferred over to Bravo Company. Now there was a total of 25 soldiers in it. Humphrey had managed to be put in the top 8. The list specifically went:

1). Lieutenant Mac 'Soap' Tavish

2). Staff Sargent Simon 'Ghost' Riley

3). Lance Corporal Alex 'Ridge' Finn

4). Captain Second Class Joshua 'Spartan' Burns

5). Lance Corporal Humphrey 'Roach' Sanders

6). Private First Class Dave 'H.U.N.K.' Wiggins

7). Lieutenant Second Class Shawn 'Reaper' Brown

8). Gunny Sargent Felix 'Kid' Ramos

There were more names; but these specific soldiers made up alpha team of Bravo Company. "Humphrey... the alpha... heh..." As much as it was an honor to be an 'alpha' he didn't feel he fit the title properly. They had another mission today and he was sitting down on a crate thinking of how the past few weeks have been with Kate. He was staring at a picture the two of them had taken before he had to return. It showed him in a white tank top with sunglasses on, while Kate was jumping on his back from behind. It was a selfie he had taken. If he remembers correctly it was while they were at the beach. He smiled as he thought of the warm sun and the sand; completely the opposite of where he is now. Now he's in some forward operating base somewhere in Russia.

Apparently the outpost has taken several hits from Russian Ultra-Nationalists. At the thought of them he shivers... They were the cause of some of his worst dreams. They were basically terrorists that killed you if you weren't a native to Russia. They did it in the most brutal and agonizing way they could too, or so he's been told by the older vets.

He heard another grunt of pain followed by screams of pure terror and pain. Moments later he stood up from his trusty sitting crate and looked around his surroundings once more. He was in a warehouse with a rolling garage door to his left, approximately 40 meters away, and one straight ahead of him about 35 feet. There was another two further down on apposite walls with lots of things separating the areas such a unreasonably tall selves, metal ones, more crates railings, elevated platforms, about 3 feet higher than base level, and one open garage door at the opposite end of the warehouse. He started to smell a burnt smell and looked towards the trailer behind him, still hitched to the diesel truck, and winced.

"Man they're really laying into him..." He turned back picked up his assault rifle, a ACR Suppressor w/Heart Beat Sensor *H.B.S.*. However the H.B.S. was shut off. he flipped it open and the screen took a few seconds to readjust it's readings from 5 heart beats to only 4. He banged on the door and it opened to reveal Riley.

"Yeah?" Riley asked.

Humphrey looked past him and saw a wolf covered in blood, all of it's fingers broken, jumper cables attached to it's groin and it's teeth broken out with a pipe in it's mouth. Blood was every where and Humphrey sighed before casually asking: "Soooooo, how's the interrogation going?"

Riley just gave Humphrey a weird look, the only indication being his left brow ridge rising up and his right dropping. "He passed out from the pain; but we'll start to get more out of him when he wakes up."

Humphrey silent a minute. He then showed Riley his sensor and said: "Alright let's go Alpha-Beta is waiting for us."

Riley looked at the screen trying t figure out what he meant until it flashed again with an update. "Fuck..." he muttered under his breath. "Let's move..." He said to the others. They all gave him a questionable look before he showed them what he saw.

"Well ain't that a kick in the chops..." Mac Tavish said as he slipped on his beanie and hopped out the back of the trailer. Ghost followed right after him and they walked over to the door where Humphrey was waiting.

Kid was about to jump off next when he stopped abruptly. "Hey why didn't you jump?" asked Reaper as he looked out with confusion.

Kid just smiled before he replied. "Ladies first!"

"Oh well in the case..." Reaper grabbed Kid by his collar and threw him out, showing off his superior strength. He skidded to a halt Reaper then jumped out and made sure to land on top of him when he did and grinned when he heard a satisfying wheezing coming from the rookie.

"Oi! Stop trying to mount him mate!" Came a vice from across the room. It was Mac Tavish. Everyone started laughing at them as he continued. "We all know you like 'em young; but at least try to do it off missions with none team personnel!"

Reaper stood up and walked off the rookie, making sure to step on his spine while doing so. When he finally got over to the Snow Mobiles Humphrey got a clear look at his face. His face was a grey, with white eyes, and he had slight grey on the tip of his muzzle revealing he's one of the older soldiers. He looked pissed too.

He pulled down his balaclava with a red skull painted onto it. He also tied a bandanna around his head, though no one knew why, with his ears poking through them both. "First off son, don't call me gay, and second off, I had a mate and pups..." With that he walked over to his snow mobile and started checking it.

"Is it just me or is he more irritable then usual lately." Humphrey asked/whispered.

"It's because it's approaching their death's anniversary and he really wants to nab this bastard." Riley responded

"Why?" Both Mac Tavish and Humphrey said in unison.

"This bastard shot down a United States Jumbo Air-Liner with his pups and mate on board. They were vacationing there over the pup's Summer Break, he couldn't make; but was 'Skyping' them on the plane... He witnessed every piece of it..." Riley concluded.

The two stood in silence when he finished, Mac Tavish didn't know what to say or do. All he could hope was that they could catch this bastard that did this. Humphrey was frozen; he didn't know if he could handle seeing Kate in front of his eyes. He'd probably break down and go insane... He wasn't going to let this bastard get away with what he's done... Even is he has to put the bullet between his eyes to ensure he never does it again...

Finally the rookie made it over to where they were waiting and climbed onto his snow mobile. The others had already revved theirs and started to pull away. They all exited the warehouse and began to head to their rally pint. Unfortunately as they were driving they ran into some trouble.

"Look out boys! We got F.M.P.s *Fast Moving Patrols* ahead!" True to Mac Tavish's word the second the launched over the ridge there they were.

Humphrey almost crashed into one. There was at least 6 of them. Each had a passenger. Upon noticing the 141s the R.U.N.s *Russian Ultra-Nationalists* pulled out Mp7s and tried to shoot at them. Luckily they only ended up hitting a few of their own and nicking the 141 snow mobiles. They continued to drive and weave through trees and more oncoming traffic. Ghost managed to push one into a collision course with a tree. "Damn it! There's to many of them! If we don't do something son we're gonna look like Swiss Cheese!" Shouted Ghost as he was nicked in the shoulder.

He was right too. Reaper now had 2 holes in his left leg, and a hole in his right shoulder blade. Mac Tavish's bike had more holes than a Ritz cracker does and Kid's wind shield was cracked an chipped of from a few stray rounds. Humphrey looked around there was now only 6 snow mobiles to deal with, 4 still had their passengers, and the others were trying to ram them into trees. A light bulb went off in Humphrey's head. He reached down to his ankle holster and pulled out a G9 pistol. When he looked up he narrowly avoided slamming into a tree. He did his best to hold his pistol steady before squeezing the handle. The hand gun fired and took out to snow mobiles before he let go of the trigger.

The two that still had their passengers noticed the shots and directed their gunners towards him. His snow mobile was being pelted by rounds of lead and heat from the enemy gunners. Soon Humphrey felt his hand hot and looked to see his mobile releasing a large amount of smoke. He started blowing on it out of panic; but only succeeding in catching the flames. He pointed his G9 in the enemy's general direction and opened fire. The rounds hit the first driver, nicked the second one and finally caused the last one to explode. He sighed in relief until he saw what was ahead. It was about the same time everyone went up and started screaming "OH SHIIIIIIIIIT!" With the exception being he Russian screaming. "Bot AepbMO!" *Translation: OH SHIT!*

They flew over a 30 meter *90 foot* wide drop, well most of them, the 2 injured ones hadn't sped up and crashed into the wall just short of landing. The soldiers all came down with a crash, except for Humphrey who seemed t be moving in slow motion, to himself at least, then speed up before he made contact with the ground. He launched himself off his now flaming vehicle, it exploded a few seconds before he hit the ground, but when he did everything snapped black...

Everything blurred up for a minute, then blacked out, then his vision came again and he saw a bunch of wrecked snow mobiles before blacking out again. When his vision finally came back he saw a man in white with black gear on staggering towards him. He faded out again as the winds picked up. His vision returned and the man was closer. Humphrey was able to differentiate now and it was the surviving R.U.N. He staggered towards him at a slow pace.

Humphrey turned back towards himself. His paws had blood on them and he looked at his back just in time to see a snow mobile flipped on top of him. He spotted his pistol just a few feet away from him and shakily reached towards it. He got a handful of snow before trying again. After his second failed attempt he looked back towards the Ultra-Nationalist that was now scanning their environment. It spotted him and pulled it's knife out of it's sheath; starting to stumble towards him. With new found strength he reached again and gripped it. He quickly pulled it to and pointed it at the enemy.

The Ultra-Nationalist froze at the gun, giving Humphrey enough time to pull the trigger... *Tring*... Humphrey froze in place, his G9 was empty. The Ultra-Nationalist smirked beneath their mask and raised up their knife to end Humphrey. Before the knife was brought down they were tackled. The knife thrown to the side; before the attacker pulled out their wn knife and stuck it into the wolf's neck with a double handed slam.

Humphrey just watched as the being panted before walking over to Humphrey and bending down near him. Humphrey finally saw it was Soap that had saved him. "You alright lad?" Humphrey nodded. "Good I'm going to lift this up and I want you to crawl out as fast as you can." Another nod signified he was ready.

The snow mobile was lifted and Humphrey's arms began dragging himself out of the pit under it. He was half way when he heard Soap grunting. He dragged himself out at a faster pace then before and, once clear of the object, felt the snow rush back over his legs as it hit the ground. He rolled onto his back and began panting. Mac Tavish sat next to him on the ground laughing. "Well we gotta go catch up. No time for bathroom breaks my friend..." He stood up and put a hand out. Humphrey grabbed it and pulled himself up. "Here..." Humphrey received a Usp .45 w/suppressor. He pulled out his tactical knife and Mac Tavish his Mk 14 w/ H.B.S., suppressor, and a thermal scope.

Mac Tavish was in his Navy blue vest, navy blue tactical vest, white insulated fatigues, black elbow and knee pads, a navy blue beanie, black gloves, and black combat boots. *His outfit from cliff hanger* He smiled before putting his rifle up and moving fast; but quietly though the snow. Humphrey did his best to keep up with him despite his legs hurting him. As they ran towards the last known location of Alpha-Beta Humphrey couldn't help but wonder aloud. "Where are the others?"

"The others continued on to ensure that we were okay and still coming... We better pick up the pace though..." Humphrey nodded and sped up as much as his legs would allow him to. As they were trekking threw trees and snow he was suddenly pulled behind a rock and Mac Tavish behind a tree. At first they struggled until they heard Russian voices passing by and then all became quiet.

They were let go of and when they spun around the were greeted by the rest of Bravo Company's top 8. Alpha-Beta, comprised of H.U.N.K., Spartan, and Ridge were standing there and smiling. "Hey what took ya so long?"

Mac Tavish laughed and said in reply. "Well had to flip a snow mobile of 'em and kill a survivor." The others stared at him. "What? It was a Ultra-Nationalist." With that said the pretty much resumed what they were doing before. They lead the others up to a small peak that over looked a large area of land.

They crouched down when a helicopter passed over them heading towards the direction of the base. The base had all kinds of things moving about it. From here they could see tanks, troop transports, supply trucks, and some Humvees. What caught their attention the most was the BTR and the 4 tanks.

"I thought recon said it was lightly armored?" Asked Reaper while grimacing at the idea of having to bring down the behemoths.

"Bloody hell..." Ghost muttered.

Alpha-Beta leader, 'Spartan', pulled out a map. It was a map of the compound. "Where's you get that?" Asked Reaper with interest.

Spartan calmly replied. "I got it from our two informants. They have been really helpful..." He pointed to the right side of the map. It had 2 squares and a thin line surrounding the edge of the map. "Alright look there is a opening here where we can sneak in a small group to set the charges in the warehouse. The ware house also has our targets in it. We're looking to extract our informants that should not only have the necessary info we need to bring them down; but also be a big help when it comes to their tactics..."

Everyone nodded. "Alright Command has sent us our new teams for this operation. Soap, you will lead Ghost and Humphrey threw the office structure and destroy as many files as possible; as discreetly as possible... Reaper will lead the 2nd team into the compound and plant the charges will retrieving our informants. Team two will compose of Reaper and Kid. I will lead the last team to secure a get away vehicle that'll get us to the rendezvous point.

Alpha god luck..." He nodded to Soap and his team. "Alpha-Beta good luck as well..." He nodded to them, only to have Kid return the nod. "We're Alpha-Psi... see you all on the other side..." He nodded and took off down the hill with his team while Reaper grunted, taking the same path down, while Kid followed him. Soap sighed.

"This s gonna be a long day..." He muttered.

"Come on the sooner we finish the sooner we can go someplace warm..." Ghost commented as he started trekking down another path to the base level of the forest. Soap followed him and sighed again. He really hated the cold.

Humphrey just smiled at the thought of being someplace warm again like when he and Kate-"Hey! Don't fall behind lad!" Humphrey snapped out of is thoughts when he saw Mac Tavish waiting for him. He went into a light jog and kept quiet. He never liked talking on missions. Made him feel he was revealing himself or like he was standing in the open...

Author's Note: Here you go please review and I've decided just to combine some of the missions together for more original missions... Give me you'r thoughts on how realistic this was, what you did and didn't like about, etc... Well I'm sleepy... G'night!