Sgt. Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Task Force 141

Siberia – Suspected Ultranationalist Outpost

It was his first mission in the 141, and he sure as hell would not want to mess it up. They had received Intel that there was a massive weapons cache located in Siberia used by Makarov and his goons. If they could blot it out of the map, it would mean that they would be able to stall Makarov's operations for a good four months, if the Intel was solid, of course.

"Take it easy lad," MacTavish told him when he saw Roach fidgeting about, looking out the Pave Low's window every few seconds. He remembered what it was like being the FNG, oh yes, but that was a great understatement. Everyone in the 141 knew of his exploits during the six days of the Second Russian Civil War, and he knew that he was the only one who was highly lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you interpreted the situation) to have been given such… opportunity.

Roach heaved out a labored sigh and straightened up. "Yes sir," he replied, and focused his attention on the rest of the team instead. Two of them were sleeping and the rest of them were still preparing for the mission, inspecting their weapons, poring over the maps of the surrounding area, filled with notes regarding their operation.

He was an Army Ranger, an infantryman. He was clearly not used to this kind of mission, one that needed stealth and finesse. He had done relatively well with the team in a few mock-operations since he had joined the 141 with the other Army Ranger operatives, but still, he was still… unsure of himself.

"Happens to every Ranger the old man sends us," Archer offered, casting a knowing look towards MacTavish. "You'll get the hang of it… eventually."

That last word made Roach gulp. Such was the practice in every country's armed forces, to inspire as much fear into the FNG as possible. Gone were his connotations that the Brits in the 141 would be better than the Americans. He was wrong, of course, too damned wrong. But, it was all good clean fun, or so he hoped.

"Right, time to get back into the office," MacTavish announced, and the rest of team began to move towards him as he started his briefing of the mission. "According to the latest Intel, Makarov has accepted a rather huge weapons shipment here to further his operations in Europe. We're gonna get in and put a great big hole in his storeroom to delay his operations to buy us enough time to figure out is next move. Ghost, take over the specifics."

Ghost nodded, and cleared his throat. "Makarov's boys don't know that we're comin', so we need to be as quiet as possible. Archer and Toad will prove sniper cover while Team Alpha will provide the main assault while Team Bravo gets in and make sure that the caches are destroyed by planting C4 into the caches."

"Roach, Rook, you're with me on Team Bravo," MacTavish said. "Scarecrow, and Teddy, you're with Ghost on Alpha. Good luck gentlemen, Makarov deserves a vacation."

Cpl. Maria "Anya" Allen / Ultranationalist Codename "Anya"

Task Force 141 / Ultranationalist Terrorist Cell

Siberia – Suspected Ultranationalist Outpost.

If she thought that she was going to live a life as Makarov's agent with a desk job for a few weeks, she was wrong. Within mere days of her arrival in Makarov's safehouse in the Caucasus Mountains, she was sent to Siberia, where she was tasked by Makarov to guard a certain outpost from any intruding factions trying to take out their weapons caches. She knew that it was another test by Makarov, much like the operation in Malaysia. She was the one who told the 141 that Makarov was waiting for a large shipment of weapons from Alex the Red.

"Let's see your true mettle, Anya," Alexi told her as she stood on the viewing platform of the watch tower in the outpost. The skies were clear with neither an aviated vehicle nor cloud in sight. She knew that it was not for long that the 141 would come. She needed to find a way to put as much distance between herself and the boys back home, and still make it look as if she had been caught unawares. Both Makarov and the 141 had to go back home with something, and both parties must not know that she was there no matter what the cost. "Makarov told me that you were an all-rounded operative."

Anya forced a smile as she looked towards Alexi, the exact one that she often used on Makarov when they were alone. "Your suspicions are unfounded," she replied. "I am Dimitri Batkin's last protégé before he died. My mettle has already been proven when Makarov allowed me to stay by his side for this long."

She knew that those words would not endear Alexi to her at all. She did not need him as an ally, after all, and she knew that he would not dare lift a finger against her without Makarov's word. He was hers to offend in any way possible. She continued to scour the skies with her binoculars, knowing that the 141 would never come through the front door. Appearances had to be kept, after all.

"We shall see how you will avert this disaster then," Alexi challenged. After all, he was the one that requested to Makarov that she helped with the defenses of the outpost. No one had seen the eventuality of attack before Makarov was there to remind them of it and in his embarrassment and self-anger, he suggested that Anya came to the outpost to remedy the situation. She immediately agreed to do it, without knowing that Shepherd would order them to attack the outpost as soon as she sent out the Intel via a secure, untraceable phone-line. She did not know if Alexi was just being a difficult bastard or he really was that thick to leave the outpost so sparsely guarded, but she knew that if either side gained victory, she would lose her credibility from either side…

This was an operation she knew she had to fail, or negate the winnings and losses of both sides. She did not know how she was supposed to do that, but she knew that it was what she absolutely needed to do. "You don't need to worry," she said, gesturing at the jamming tower that the men were setting up in the center of the outpost. "This will render all their communications useless once they come in here. Their operations will be an utter disaster if they tried anything."

The lifeline of a soldier in the field was, at all times, his or her connection back to the base, where their progress was being monitored. When there was no way for the solider and his or her leader, then they were most probably doomed unless a miracle happened. Anya hoped for the sake of her real colleagues that they really had a miracle with them.

"How did you discover the frequency the other side is using?" Alexi asked her cautiously.

"We just have to block any frequency other than our own," she answered, lowering her binoculars. "I just hope that the tower is operational before anything happens." She did not want to have to kill anyone that day, especially not those from the 141.

"We'll take this nice and slow," MacTavish announced the moment all of them parachuted down from their Pave Low, not far from the outpost. Stealth was highly prized in almost all of their operations, and he knew that the sole Army Ranger in the operation was a little unsure of himself at the time. He knew that there was literally no way to get around that, but to actually do more of them, because practice sessions could only bring a person so far.

"Captain, I'm getting a whole lotta static here," Roach said the very moment the outpost was in sight. He was sure that he was not the only one experiencing it, because he could see several others fiddling with their comms as well.

"Bravo Six… what … hell… on?" Shepherd's voice could be heard in faint bursts over the comms. "Can't… see…"

Ghost sighed. "Looks like someone knew that we were comin'," he said, looking over the walls of the outpost. "They have a jamming tower smack in the center of the place."

MacTavish ran his hand along his Mohawk and noted the existence of the tower. "We'll have to take it down first then," he said. "Change of plans, gentlemen, make destroying the jamming tower our primary objective." He did not even need to mention why it was so because everyone knew why indeed. "We'll continue with the rest of the mission after that."

"They're here," Anya said the very moment she notice a few dots that were supposed to be their men being wiped off the radar. From the very fact that about two men were missing from the proverbial back-door, she knew that MacTavish was leading the team. It was very much his style to enter where no one was looking and then continue with a bang. "Protect the jamming tower, I'll bet that it's the first thing that they'll blow up. Make sure that none of them gets into the caches!"

Alexi nodded and barked his orders to the men while she quickly donned her Kevlar vest and took the nearest weapon her into her hands. "Anya, where the hell are you going?" he asked her.

"I want a piece of the action as well," she replied and quickly climbed down the ladder. "I'll see you when all of them are dead." It was a risk that she knew she had to take. She would try to contact MacTavish and/or the boys then and there. Just when her two feet reached the ground, the Ultranationalist soldier immediately next to her was shot dead. She had no choice but to return the fire, and pray that whoever fired it was able to evade her shot.

Her prayers were answered when her shot entered missed the shooter by about fifteen inches. It was Ghost.

She quickly took cover, and looked for others that she could see. MacTavish was there, she could spot that Mohawk from miles away, and so were Scarecrow, Rook, Toad and Archer… However, there were a few faces that she could not recognize at all. They must have been gotten into the 141 after she had been inserted as the honeypot.

They were all heading for the jamming tower, and she moved towards it as well, making sure that she was well-hidden in the shadows cast by the high walls of the outpost, as well the crates that were scattered around the outpost. Most of them were filled with sandbags in a weak attempt to confuse the enemy on which was which, but she knew that no one would be so thick as to even suspect that anyone would buy into so flimsy an attempt to deceive the enemy.

"Alexi, too many of your men are at the jamming tower!" she exclaimed into her comms, making sure that Alexi listened to every word she said. "They need to be at the caches before the intruders see through the deception!" Almost immediately, no more men emerged towards the courtyard where the jamming tower was. Those that were about to come out quickly returned to their original positions, and she made it an extra effort to speak those words within earshot to the new 141 member who seemed to hang on to every single word of hers. There was no doubt that he understood Russian.

"Captain, the caches are below us!" one of them shouted towards MacTavish who was standing not far from her.

"Right, Ghost, get your team down there. We'll take out the jamming tower!" the Captain said, changing the plans one more time. He had really hoped that it was for the last. With all due speed, Ghost and his team took the nearest flight of stairs down towards the underground floors where the weapons were stored.

Anya knew that if she were to follow Ghost and the others downstairs, each room would be filled with cameras and she would be a prime suspect for the success of the 141 there. She had to remain on the ground, and she had to put up a show of sheer futility in stopping MacTavish and his team from destroying the jamming tower.

"Secure the tower!" she shouted to Alexi's men around her, feigning to shoot Scarecrow in the shoulder. "Make sure that the intruders do not regain their communications!"

She was sure that with those words, MacTavish could have heard her voice. He would have known that she was there with them by then. Before long, an explosion was heard and there were shouts from Alexi's subordinates that one of the caches had been destroyed. There were four more in the outpost, and she knew that one cache was a loss that Makarov had to suffer in order for the 141 to return with at least some results.

"Roach, hit the button!" MacTavish shouted towards the operative that Anya could not recognize, and she used it as a cue to run as far as she could from the tower. It seemed to her that the one named Roach had been able to plant C4 onto the tower amidst the initial shock of their "surprise" arrival.

With communications back on, the Pave Low that was supposed to extract the members of the 141 back quickly neared the outpost. "Bravo Six, you have to get the boys back here!" the pilot said, "There are too many incoming tangos! Hop in before the courtyard gets too hot!"

By that time, Ghost and his team had already emerged, and were all ready to leave.

One by one, they quickly climbed up the rope ladder that hung from the helicopter, leaving just as quickly as they had come. Makarov would not be pleased at all to receive the reports that a quarter of his weapon shipment would not arrive at their intended destination at all, and to make matters worse, Alexi knew that it was his mistake for placing more people to guard the jamming tower than the weapons caches.

However, he would not allow himself to take the blame without Anya confessing to her share. If she was so brilliant a strategist, she could have seen what was coming, and told him to position more men in the caches, rather than when the intruders have already entered the outpost.

He would make sure that the blame did not go to him only.