Beginning of the End
Ghost rose early the next morning as he always did. While the rest of the Taskforce slept in for the second day in a row, Ghost retrieved his spandex running shorts and prepared for his morning run. Apparently, he snapped the elastic a bit to hard as Roach stirred in his sleep, and then woke up.
"Are those, short-shorts?" groaned Roach, rubbing his eyes. Unsure if he really was seeing Ghost in extremely tight hot pants.
Their was a reason that Ghost always was up an hour before the rest of the Taskforce, mainly because he liked to get in a short run to wake himself up but also because his running shorts were on the borderline between pink and red. He had hoped to avoid a conversation like this. Apparently, he had failed.
Captain MacTavish knew full well that the only thing that would ever be able to stop Captain Price was a full-fledged tank brigade. And just the fact that The Gulag happened to be a maximum security prison for opposition to the Communist Regime meant a strong presence of Russian Soldiers. Most likely Makarov's, which meant that Price could be the bait that drew the elusive Makarov to light. But, to get Price out of The Gulag would require some serious effort. Hence the reason he came to the armory early, once he told the men their would be a clamor to get to the armory and get prepared. Thus, he decided to try and avoid the rush. As he finished reassembling his M4A1, a sleep deprived Roach staggered in.
"You're up early." said MacTavish, checking to make sure his M1911.45 was empty before he started disassembling it.
With a yawn Roach said "Yeah, Ghost woke me up.. Have you seen his shorts?"
MacTavish chuckled "I assume you mean the red ones."
"Yeah…" noticing the gun in the Captain's hand, Roach added "What's with the gun? That ain't standard issue."
"This? It was a gift, from an old friend." said MacTavish, checking that everything was as it should be. "You might want to check your gear as well.."
"We suiting up?" asked Roach, removing his ACR from a rack on the wall.
"Not officially. I have a hunch an old friend is in trouble." said MacTavish, prepping his M203 before snapping it onto the bottom of his M4A1.
"And what if this hunch is wrong?" asked Roach, going over the array of optics that nearly covered one whole wall of the room. "Close or Long Range?"
"Close. If my hunch is wrong? Then we may be in bit of a jam." said MacTavish, replacing the batteries in his Red Dot Sight.
"Just how we like it, eh?" asked Roach, snapping a Holographic Sight onto the rail that ran down the length of his ACR.
"Too right, mate. Too right." said MacTavish, setting his M4A1 into it's protective case.
"I don't know, man. It just feels like we're just asking to be invaded. I mean look at this, all the civvies are still here! We can't fight a war with them here!" muttered Dunn, slowly piloting the Humvee through the streets of Washington. "They think we can keep the Russians from knocking down their front door, just look at Virginia. Place is crawling with Reds."
"Com'on. This is the most heavily defended place in America. Russians would be crazy to even come here." said Allen, enjoying the fact he was riding in a Humvee without having to worry about losing his head to enemy snipers.
"Dunn's right. The Russian will be here, and soon." said Foley, trying to find somewhere to put his hands due to his rifle being in the trunk. "And when they do, it's gonna real ugly."
"Sarge, we gonna be getting any support?" asked Dunn. "That'd sure make this a hell of a lot easier."
"Like Allen said, the big wigs don't see any chance for a Russian attack. That and a massive mobilization would likely cause mass panic." said Foley, not exactly liking the news himself.
"So we're on our own. Perfect." said Dunn, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Guys? We supposed to have any flyovers by the Air Force?" asked Allen, pointing to three jets streaking across the sky.
"Sarge, are those what I think they are?" shouted Dunn, putting the Humvee into reverse.
"Shit. Enemy fast movers! Get down! Get the fuck down!" screamed Foley, trying to get the civilians off the street. Most continued to gawk at him like he was some kind of idiot. By the time they realized the danger that was coming towards them it was too late. The MiG's deployed their bombs, obliterating the Humvee in front of the squad's along with several civilian vehicles and pedestrians.
"Fuck!" muttered Dunn, surveying the vast damage done by the bombs.
"And that's not all, Corporal." said Foley, pointing out the largo cargo planes embossed with the Hammer and Sickle flying overhead.
Nikolai had been resting in his Pavelow waiting for MacTavish's handpicked squad to arrive. First aboard as always was Ghost, followed by Roach, Ozone, Scarecrow, and Worm. Lastly, MacTavish boarded the helicopter.
"Where are we headed, Captain MacTavish?" asked Nikolai, he'd been given the coordinates but he preferred to have a basic knowledge of what he might be running into.
"It's an old Gulag. Don't much else about it beyond that." said MacTavish, giving the pilot a pat on the back he added "It should be smooth sailing."
"Da. You said that when you came to rescue me in Russia. And look how that turned out." said Nikolai.
"We got out of that okay didn't we?" smirked MacTavish.
"Da. Barely." muttered Nikolai, rising the Pavelow off the landing pad.
"Don't be so pessimistic." replied MacTavish, at that moment his radio beeped. Informing him of an incoming message. "This is MacTavish, over."
"Son, what in sam hell are you doing with that helicopter?" came the angry voice of Shepherd.
"Sir, I think I may have found a way to draw Makarov out."
"Care to explain, Captain?"
"I'll explain when we return. Out." said MacTavish, clicking off his radio.
"Sir, d-did you just tell the general off?" asked Ghost.
"It appears that way." he said quietly, "Nikolai, hurry up! I want him alive! I do not want to be collecting a corpse!"
"Da. But this is as fast as I can fly. So just sit back and enjoy your flight." said the Pilot.
"Cheeky bastard." muttered MacTavish, leaning his head against the side of the hull.
(Mock Terror) Oh, No! Russia has invaded D.C. What will become of our brave heroes? As always, Read and Review!
