A.N.: Hey guys, what's up? I hope you guys liked the first chapter and the way I wrote it. I've got the second one here for you, so I hope you guys like it. So, please R+R, PM, and enjoy. Until next time, OPKILLERFROST, out.

Tracking… Found

Sgt. John "Soap" MacTavish

22nd SAS Regiment

Safehouse, Russia

We sitting in the living room, waiting for Price to tell us what the hell we were being dragged to Russia for. All he had said to me was to get my gear and be ready to leave in twenty mikes. Why the hell were we all the way over here? I looked over my shoulder, hearing footsteps, and saw Captain Price enter the room. Gaz, who was on a laptop, shot out of his seat, and looked at Price.

"Captain Price, Al-Asad just executed President Al-Fulani on national television." Gaz said

"The Americans have plans for Al-Asad. And it's too late to anything for Al-Fulani. But in less than three hours code-name Nikolai will be executed in Russia." Price said

Apparently Gaz was thinking the same thing as me. "Nikolai, sir?"

"Nikolai is our informant in the Ultranationalist camp. He supplied the intel on the cargo ship operation."

Price took Gaz's laptop and started to type stuff in. The next second, a TV next to him turned on and started to show pictures. They were all of one man, who I'm guessing was Nikolai.

"Nikolai's in hell right now. We're gonna walk him out. We take care of our friends. Let's move."

Five minutes later, Gaz, Price, King and I were sitting in a Black Hawk being brought as close as we could to the village where Nikolai was being held. The chopper could only go so far, because once the Russians saw it, we'd have a hell of a time shooting our way to Nikolai. With our luck, Nikolai would be shot before we even got there.

"Listen up. This is a joint operation. While we're rescuing Nikolai, Russian forces under the command of Sergeant Kamarov will be attacking the village to divert their attention. They're not going to notice four members of the SAS in a sea of Russians.

We spent the rest of the ride in silence. Once we were as far as we could go, the chopper hovered and we fast roped into knee deep water. I guess this river was going to take us right to the village. We started to move up the river, keeping our guns ready. By now, we were behind enemy lines, and it wouldn't be very good for our health if an Ultranationalist caught us off guard and shot us. After about ten minutes of walking, Price held up his fist.

"The Loyalists are expecting us half a click to the north. Move out." He said

"Loyalists, eh? Are those the good Russians or the bad Russians?" Gaz asked, making a joke

"Well, they won't shoot us on sight, if that's what you're asking."

"Yeah well, that's good enough for me sir."

We started to walk, and not five minutes later, we came across a guard post. Outside, there was a guard on a dock, and the other was standing near an armored SUV. We held position and waited for the order to kill them.

"Weapons free." Price said

I aimed my red dot at the guard on the docks and fired. I watched as a puff of red came from his head and he collapsed. I watched as King shot the other guard. I had to admit, she was good. We moved onto dry land and stacked up at the guard house. Price prepped a flashbang, then threw it. We waited for the explosion, then went in and shot them. I looked at the TV they were watching, and saw that it was the news cast of Al-Fulani's execution. Why would Russians care about something going on in the Middle East? Shrugging it off, I went back outside and followed Price and Gaz.

"Good work. There should be a few more guard posts up ahead. Kamarov and his men will be waiting for for us in a field to the northwest." Price said

We continued under a bridge, then saw that there were indeed, two more guard posts. The only problem, they were right next to each other. We walked toward them as quietly as possible, but it seemed like there was no need. One Russian was sleeping, and there were another two that were sitting at a table playing chess. We waited for a moment before King spoke up.

"Soap- plant some claymores in front of the door, then get their attention." She said

I did as she said, planting the mine in front of the door to the house. I then backed up and walked in front of the doorway. One of the guards saw me, so I ran back to the others. They quickly came outside, but were killed by the claymore. The explosion woke the guard that was sleeping, but three rounds from Gaz's G36C killed him. We then continued to the field where Kamarov was waiting for us. We entered a house, and stacked up at the backdoor. Price then opened the door, and we entered a field. After a few feet, we stopped, and Price made an exaggerated sniffing sound.

"Gaz, you smell that?"

"Yeah, Kamarov."

From a bush off to the left, a man that must've been Sgt. Kamarov appeared, walking towards us.

"Welcome to the new Russia, Captain Price." Kamarov said, signaling for his men to come out of hiding

"What's the target, Kamarov? We've got an informant to recover." Price asked

"BM21s on the other side of the hill. Their rockets have killed hundreds of civilians in the valley below."

With this, Kamarov started to walk away, but Price held him up. "Not so fast. Remember Beirut? You're with us."

"Hmm… I guess I owe you one." Kamarov said

"Bloody right you do." King said

I had no idea what happened in Beirut, but I guess it hadn't ended well between the three of them and Kamarov. I didn't want to ask, so we just continued on with the mission. Kamarov was giving his men orders while we walked up a hill. We followed, and we came to a ridge that was overlooking the village where the Ultranationalists were hiding. Some were out in the open, doing patrols, but for the most part, they were inside the various houses. I decided to fix that.

"Sniper team in position. Gaz, cover the left flank." Price said

"Roger. Covering left flank." Gaz said

Did he have to repeat what Price just said to him? It seemed kind of stupid to me. But I ignored it and switched to my M21. I aimed down the scope and waited for Kamarov's signal.

"All units, commence the attack."

I opened fire on all targets of opportunity, killing even the MGs in the window of a house. Once all the sniper support I could give was given, I stood back up and pulled out my silenced M4A1.

"Nice shot, MacMillan would be impressed." Price said to me

Did he mean General MacMillan? So Price knew MacMillan before he was a general, way back when MacMillan actually worked in the field. All I knew about that was that he hurt his leg on his last op and he wasn't allowed to go out anymore. I was ripped from my thoughts when fucking helicopters flew overhead to a ridge off to our left.

"Damn, enemy helicopters!" Kamarov said

"You didn't say there would be any helicopters Kamarov." King said

"I didn't say there wouldn't be any either. We need to protect my men from those helicopter troops. This way!"

Kamarov took off running, leaving us to follow. We came to a burning house, and Kamarov opened the door and started walking through it. I wasn't sure how long this thing was going to stay up, so I got out of there as quick as I could.

"Make it quick Kamarov, I want that informant."

"You have nothing to worry about. We'll take out the BM21s and carve a path straight to your informant Captain Price."

That's when he started speaking Russian. I could tell that King could understand it, and she didn't look happy with what he was saying. I wasn't liking where this was going. It seemed like Kamarov was stalling just so he could get what he wanted. If we didn't hurry, Nikolai would be executed.

"Sir we've got company! Helicopter troops closing in fast!" Gaz yelled

That's when troops started pouring down a hill towards us. I took cover behind a large rock while the hostiles took cover behind various objects like counters and refrigerators. Why that stuff was sitting on a hill, I don't know, and right now, I don't care. I switched to the M203 grenade launcher that was under the barrel of my gun. With just one shot, I killed the rest of the hostiles that were giving us trouble.

"Captain Price, my men have run into heavy resistance. Help me support them from the cliffs." Kamarov said

"What about our informant? He's running out of time!" Price yelled

"Then help us! The further my men can get into this village, the closer we will be to securing your informant!"

I was beginning to get sick of this guy, but we had to do what he said. Only he knew what house Nikolai was being kept in, and with each passing second, Nikolai grew closer to being executed. Even if we didn't have Kamarov, we wouldn't have enough time to search every house, go room to room. So, I followed him to the cliffs, pulling out my sniper. I started to kill multiple targets, and then Kamarov started to move again.

"Good! Now we are making progress. Follow me to the power station."

I could now see through the trees at the top of the hill that there was a power station hidden behind them. This must've been where the soldiers fast roped in earlier. As we sat there, Kamarov pulled out a pair of binoculars and started to look at the village.

"Look. The final assault has already begun. With a little more of your sniper support we are sure to be victorious. Captain Price, I need to ask a favor…" Kamarov was saying

"Do it." He whispered to Gaz

With this, Gaz pushed Kamarov over to the edge of the power station that was overlooking the cliffs. He held Kamarov down and started to yell at him.

"Enough sniping! Where is the informant? Where is he?"

"The house… the house at the northeast end of the village."

"Well that wasn't so hard was it? Now go sit in the corner."

Gaz shoved Kamarov down as we begun to set up to rappel down to the ground. Once we were all ready, we used the ropes to control our descent to the ground. After everybody was safely on the ground, we started to move closer to the house. We hopped a stone wall and met up with some of Kamarov's remaining forces. At the other side of a courtyard were Ultranationalist forces preventing us from getting to the house. I looked around for a way to flank them, and found one with an open door to a house. I moved through it, but almost as soon as I did, I was being shot at from the other end of the room. I pulled up my gun to shoot the hostile, but he was already killed. I looked behind me to see King.

"You shouldn't go anywhere without someone to back you up." She said

"Thanks."

With that, we continued to the northern end of the village, pressing the attack. Within minutes, we had killed the rest of the Russians (the bad ones, mind you) and were on our way to the house. Once there, we stacked up at the door while Gaz went around back and killed the power. After the power was cut, Price opened the door and we filed in. I turned my night vision goggles on, and immediately saw an Ultranationalist, so I shot him. We continued upstairs to see a hostile with in the corner, calling out for the soldier I just killed. Once I shot him, I continued to move. I saw a door quickly close, so I shot through it, killing the soldier behind it. He fell down, pushing the door open. Looking at the final door, I moved towards it, but a hostile shined a light in my face. I fell to the ground, blinded, while Price or King killed the guy. I heard someone walk past, but someone else had their hand on my shoulder. I peeled off the goggles, and saw it was King.

"You okay?" She asked

"Yeah. Bastard just blinded me that's all." I said

She helped me up and then we started to walk out of the house. Once outside, I could see that the sun had come up, and the battle for the village was over.

"Big Bird this is Bravo Six. We have the package. Meet us at LZ one. Over." Price said

"Brao Six this is Big Bird. We're on our way. Out."

We walked around the back of the house, where there was yet another field, but this one had our ride landing in it. Once Nikolai was on board, I hopped in followed by the others. As we took off, Nikolai started talking.

"Have the Americans already attacked Al-Asad?"

"No, their invasion begins in a few hours! Why?" Price asked

"The Americans are making a mistake. They will never take Al-Asad alive."

That much was true. The man was a coward. He'd shoot himself in the head rather than be taken prisoner by the United States. I guess the man was afraid of what would happen to him in Gitmo. But there was one thing that Al-Asad hasn't thought of. The Americans aren't the only ones looking for him.

So that was the second chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I'm going to try to write a chapter just about them at base after I write "Hunted". So that way you guys won't just be getting the missions rewritten to you with different characters. So, until next time, OPKILLERFROST, out.