A.N: Hey guys, what's up? So here's the final mission in Modern Warfare, and I hope that you guys like it. I tried to make it so that everybody that I liked and wished would survive. So, please R+R, PM, and enjoy. Until next time, OPKILLERFROST, out.

Tracking… Found

Sgt. John "Soap" MacTavish

22nd SAS Regiment

Altay Mountains, Russia

ETA 20 Minutes until Incident at Bridge

"Primary exfil point has been compromised. Proceed to Secondary Extraction south of bridge. Enemy presence… substantial." Command said

Griggs, Price and Gaz were talking about different drinks that they would go and have on their days off duty. I guess that was a thing that they did. I wouldn't know, we've been having day after day after day of operations ever since I joined the damn team.

"It's just too hot man. But room temperature? Please. A beer should be ice cold." Griggs said

"A lager maybe, or a glass of water like you drink. But a pint of stout?" Price asked

"Heh, I'm gonna have to school y'all both when we get back stateside."

"Yeah, well either way, we're stopping in London first. And I'm buying." Gaz said

"Well, at least the world didn't end… Hit it." Griggs said

ETA 15 Minutes until Incident at Bridge

We were driving down the side of the mountain, trying to get away from the launch facility. They caused our first LZ to become compromised, so now we had to go to the one on the other side of the bridge. If we couldn't shake these guys, then it wasn't going to turn out good for us.

"Hang on!" Griggs yelled

We finally reached the bottom of the mountain and swerved onto the highway. It was a rough transition, going from dirt to pavement, but everybody stayed inside the vehicle.

"Enemy truck at six o'clock!" King yelled

I turned around and saw a large truck advancing towards us. How that thing was driving faster than us, I have no idea, but they were catching up.

"Baseplate, this is Bravo Six. What's the status on that helicopter, over?" Price asked

"Bravo Six, the bird has been delayed. ETA fifteen minutes." Baseplate said

"Not good enough, Baseplate. We'll be dead in ten!"

"Truck, moving up on the left!" Gaz yelled

We kept shooting at the trucks as we drove down the highway, eventually entering a tunnel. As we did, one truck pulled ahead and another one came up beside us. We were getting boxed in. With Price, King, and Griggs covering our side, I started shooting behind us. I saw the truck next to us start to pull away, and I realized what he was doing as he started turning again. I watched as he tried to hit the back corner of our truck, but he missed. The truck then went out of control, flipping over and exploding. Must've had some explosive barrels on board. The other trucks continued to follow, but I kept up suppressive fire, so they couldn't get a good shot at any of us.

"Hostile with an RPG! Take him down!" Griggs yelled

I looked for the bastard on the truck behind us, and shot him in the head. I started to shoot the rest of them again, but I guess that one of the other men on the truck had picked up the dropped RPG. I tried to shoot this guy, but we hit a bump in the pavement, and my shot went wide. It was unbelievably hard to shoot while in a moving vehicle, while shooting at other moving vehicles. If we were on the ground, I would be having no problem, but it was damn near impossible to shoot anybody in the back of this jeep. I finally killed him, but there was another guy to take his place. He picked up the RPG, but as I was about to shoot him, the driver hit the side of the mountain. Their truck spun out of control, crashing into a tanker, which happened to be moving gasoline. The gas went everywhere in the vicinity, lighting the road and grass on fire.

"Hind, six o'clock high!" Gaz yelled

Great. Just fucking great. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. We had just gotten rid of the trucks, but now there was a bloody helicopter to take care of. I started to shoot at it, but we entered a tunnel, preventing me from hitting it. We started to make our way through, but the Hind could still see us through one side. There were support columns lining that side, and the Hind was shooting them out one-by-one. If it kept this up, this tunnel was going to collapse and become our grave. As we reached a part of the tunnel that was closed off, the Hind flew up and out of sight. When we exited the tunnel, it appeared above us, flying in front.

"Hind at twelve o'clock!" King yelled

Yeah. I noticed. I watched as the Hind started to fly farther away from us, like it was done trying to kill us.

"The Hind's buggered off!" Price yelled

"Must've run out of ammo! Good enough for me!" Gaz said

"Yeah, no kiddi- oh, shit! He's about to take out the bridge!" Griggs yelled

We couldn't stop in time, and drove onto the bridge right as it was hit by the missiles. We drove right into the part that was collapsing, the truck flipping over. I fell face first, hitting my head on the road. The last thing I remembered seeing was burning pavement, and the Hind flying off, believing we were dead.

ETA 5 Minutes until Incident at Bridge

I came to a short while after I was knocked out. The only reason I could tell that was because I was still on a collapsing bridge and not in the back of a truck being shipped off to some prison camp.

"The bridge isn't going to hold, move! Move! Move!" Price yelled

I got up and saw that the entire section right next to me was completely gone. I watched a burning car slowly slide off the bridge and down into the river below. Then I watched our jeep do the same thing. I started moving, but the pavement was collapsing under my feet. I stumbled but tried to keep going. I saw Price fall down and get back up as the section he was standing on fell too.

"It's about to collapse! Get your ass outta there!" Griggs yelled

I watched Price climb up the staggered concrete up to the level the road was supposed to be. We passed a overturned tanker as we went, and it kind of scared me. If that thing went off, then we weren't going to be very safe. We moved up to where the others were sitting. Some were coming from farther up the bridge. Were they really that far ahead of us? But I saw Vasquez, Jackson, and Griggs's sister, so they must've been. They're just lucky they managed to avoid getting blown up by the Hind.

"Baseplate, this is Bravo Five! We are under heavy attack at the highway bridge at map grid 244352! Request helicopter gunship support! Over!" Gaz yelled

"Workin' on it Bravo Five. Loyalist forces in the area may be able to assist, but we cannot confirm at this time. Baseplate out."

"Useless wanker!"

I could feel his frustration. We were surrounded by hostile forces on all sides, some of us were MIA or just dead, and they couldn't help us out by giving us some gunship support?

"Gaz! Gimme a sit rep on those helicopters!" Price yelled

"Captain Price! We're on our own, sir!" Gaz yelled

This was not looking good for us. If we couldn't get off this bridge, then we were going to die. It was structurally unstable, there was a tanker just waiting to explode, we were surrounded by Ultranationalists, and there was a Hind flying around somewhere. This was the recipe for our deaths, and we weren't going to survive. We started to move forward, but more trucks came up and dropped off more troops. Plus there were helicopters fast roping hostiles in. They just kept coming, and the Marines that had dropped in with us at the vents were pretty much all dead or dying. It was just down to us to finish this mission.

"Bravo Team, this is Sgt. Kamarov. I understand that you and your men could use some help."

"It's bloody good to hear from you mate!" Gaz said

I guess in the tension of the battle, Gaz had forgotten the terms that we had left Kamarov on. Gaz had damn near thrown him over the edge of a cliff to get the location of our informant. I mean, I can't blame him. We had to get to Nikolai fast.

"Standby, we are almost there. ETA three minutes. Kamarov, out."

The Hind was back, and as it flew over, it fired a few rounds into the tanker. That wasn't going to end well.

"The tanker's about to blow! Move!" Griggs yelled

Almost none of us were able to get very far. The only people that looked like they'd be safe were Jackson, Griggs, and King. I watched, helpless, as the Hind fired its missiles into the tanker, causing it to explode. I knew I blacked out, but when I came to, I was on the ground behind a car. I didn't hear any gunfire, so I'm guessing the explosion had killed the Ultranationalists too. Thank god for that. I woke up further when Griggs came over to me and shook my right shoulder. Pain shot through it, and I looked over to see a piece of metal sticking out. Shit that hurt. I sat, hurting as Griggs grabbed the handle on the back of my body armor and started to drag me away from the car. Why he was doing that, I don't know. Why wouldn't he just leave me alone? I was safe behind the car. I watched Griggs fire a couple shots from his pistol, but the mag ran dry. Instead of reloading, he threw the pistol away, and pulled up his SAW. He started to fire at the hostiles farther down the bridge, but there were too many of them. When he moved to shoot another one, I watched a bullet pass right through his neck. I think it was his neck. That was his neck, right? I watched him collapse onto the ground, not moving. He must've been dead. I was sad to see him die. I respected Griggs. He was as good as soldiers came. I heard a sound to my left, so I turned and saw Captain Price on the ground right next to where I used to be laying. It looked like he was trying to get up, but he wasn't doing so good. Before I could say anything, I saw Imran Zakhaev start to advance on where a group of soldiers were laying. I looked closer and saw that it was Vasquez and two of the Marines. They were going to die if nobody did anything. But thankfully, three of ours did. King, Gaz, and Jackson started to shoot at them, but their aim was poor. They must've been hurt by the blast, so they couldn't aim right. I watched the horror in front of me. I had to watch all of them get shot, then fall to the ground, lifeless. Now that they were dead, Zakhaev moved forward and looked at Vasquez who was trying to get up. Apparently he heard Zakhaev, because he looked behind him. But right as he turned his head, Zakhaev took a pistol and shot him in the face. I kept watching them advance, but the Hind that blew up the tanker suddenly exploded. I watched as a Havoc flew past the bridge. I heard Price moving more, so I looked over at him. I saw him grab something, then slide it towards me before collapsing. It was a pistol. I looked at Zakhaev and the two guards that were with him. I aimed at each guard, killing them, before finally looking at Zakhaev. He turned around, gave me a scared look, and then I shot him in the face. Right in the fucking eye. I watched his body twist and fall down. It was over. Zakhaev was dead, my team was dead, and I was going to follow suit very soon. I hadn't even noticed that there were helicopters in the air until there were men fast roping onto the bridge. I recognized these uniforms. My eyes started to well up with tears as I saw the uniforms of the Russian loyalists. I was so happy to see them, to know that I wasn't going to die today. One of the loyalists ran over to my side, and looked down at me. It was Kamarov.

"You are going to be all right my friend!" He said

He called over another loyalist and they picked me up and moved me over. I grunted in pain, because the shrapnel in my shoulder moved around. I watched as Kamarov and his men tried to maneuver the helicopter so that it was flying right over us. They dropped down a rope which was then used to lift me up into the chopper itself. I looked over to my left and saw a loyalist with Price, giving him CPR. Was he really dead? It felt like I was shot in the chest, because I had grown to admire and respect the man. I didn't want to have to see him die on this bridge, so far from home. I wanted to stay here with him, with the rest of my team, but I was already being lifted into the helicopter. I don't remember when, but I blacked out on the way up.

One Week Later

When I finally woke up, I was in some hospital with curtains all around my bed. I looked around and finally found the nurse call button. I pressed it, praying that someone would get here quick. I needed to know what happened to the rest of my team. I needed to know if they were alive or dead. The last thing I remember was the tanker blowing… Griggs getting shot… and me shooting Zakhaev. It only came back in brief glimpses. I guess my brain was under so much trauma that it wasn't able to record the full thing. I waited for a couple minutes, but then I heard a door open on the other side of the curtain. A nurse appeared a moment later, carrying a small plate of food. Before she could speak, I was already asking her a question.

"Where's the rest of my team?" I asked

She just gave me a confused look. "You were the only one brought here."

My worst fears had been confirmed. Everyone had died. Griggs, Price, Gaz, Jackson, Vasquez, King. They were all dead, and I didn't get to say goodbye to anybody. And it's all my fault. I had a pistol. I could've shot Imran before Price slid the pistol to me. I could have killed him before Gaz, Jackson, and King had to die. I couldn't do anything about Griggs or Price, but I could've saved those three and Vasquez. What the hell am I going to do now?