Present Day - 06:00:05, Laswell gives the reality of the situation with the War on Terror and Hadir. While Captain Price formulates an unsanctioned operation to go after The Butcher, Kilo 2, and the latter's remaining Sarin Gas.
Laswell: Twenty years of civil war.
Captain Price: Eh, there's nothing civil about it.
Laswell: Hadir's well-trained. Teamed up, kidnapped, it doesn't matter. He took the gas to Russia.
Captain Price: Yeah, he did that with Al-Qaeda's help.
Laswell: He's got the network and the manpower.
Captain Price: Well, can you blame him, eh?
Laswell: Unofficially, no. But this is bigger than Hadir now. We've got two options.
Captain Price: What? We warn Moscow?
Laswell: Or we let Mother Russia have a taste of her own medicine.
Captain Price: A lot of innocent people are gonna die.
Laswell: At the hands of a Western asset.
Captain Price: Okay, so let's cut to the chase.
Laswell: What do you suggest?
Captain Price: A business trip.
Laswell: Unsanctioned?
Captain Price: Black.
Laswell: Who's your team?
Captain Price: Some old comrades.
Laswell: And the Sergeants?
Captain Price: Oh, Soap's been ready from the get-go. As for Kyle... he's ready, too.
Laswell: I can get you in. After that, you're on your own. Host nation weapons only.
Captain Price: Leave it to me.
December 2nd, 2019 - 17:00:10, St. Petersburg, Russia, Bravo 6, Soap and Kyle observe Al-Qaeda's safe house in the European part of the Russian Federation. Their party's hosts are a former F.S.B. (Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation/Russian Intelligence) agent named Nikolai Abramovich (just "Nikolai"/Codename: Nikolai in the original) (Stefan Kapičić) and an active one named Sergeant Fyodor Kamarov (just "Sergeant Kamarov" in the original) (Gene Farber).
ST. PETERSBURG
Captain Price: That's a hell of a view, Nikolai, Kamarov.
Nikolai: Was the capital before Moscow.
Kamarov: The good old days. By the way, Nikolai, you have been a bad boy.
Nikolai: From you, that's a compliment.
Kamarov: Please. We are all friends here.
[door opens]
Soap: I got two on the door.
Kamarov: More Al-Qaeda inside.
Soap: Vehicle inbound. Watching.
Nikolai: Good spot. Parking here sucks.
Soap: There's The Butcher in the yellow shirt.
Kyle: Bastard from the Embassy.
Soap: No gas, no Hadir.
The Butcher: (Pashto) You. Watch the alley.
Kamarov: I heard Pashto. Taliban is with him.
Kyle: Easy shot.
Nikolai: Hmm, tempting.
Captain Price: Hold fast. The Butcher gets us to Hadir.
Kyle: Or the gas attack goes off.
Soap: Well, if that happens then we're all fucked.
Captain Price: Let's gear up, get evil. Clock's tickin'.
Kamarov: Wait. *gives pack of cigars to Captain Price* I owed you. For Beirut.
[Captain Price nods]
--
Old Comrades
2nd December, 2019 - 17:00:50
Cpt. John Price
British S.A.S. - Unsanctioned, F.S.B. - Unsanctioned
St. Petersburg, Russia
--
The British S.A.S. Operators would then spend the next seven minutes trying to catch The Butcher, killing all the Al-Qaeda and Taliban Terrorists he has in the city while at it. At the same time, Nikolai goes to pick up a special package for Captain Price and Kamarov gets a van to help stop the Al-Qaeda/Taliban Enforcer in his tracks.
Captain Price: Kamarov, he's cutting through the café, riverside, south! Where are you?
Kamarov: Inbound, Captain.
The Butcher: You will never catch me!
Soap: Hostile reinforcements incoming!
[GSh-18 Tactical fire]
Kyle: Where the hell are they coming from?!
[PMM fire]
Captain Price: Molotov! Heads up!
[Molotov Cocktail ignition]
[Captain Price pats his lit left arm down]
Soap: Price, you alright?!
Captain Price: Yeah!
Kyle: He's getting away!
[P229 fire]
Captain Price: Three down! Don't lose him! He's headed for the river!
[tires screech]
The Butcher: Stay away from me—
[Kamarov hits The Butcher with his van]
Kyle: Kamarov!
Soap: We got him! Nice parking, Kamarov.
Kamarov: It is hard to run with a concussion, no?
Captain Price: Ah, it's only a scratch. Get him in the fucking van.
The Butcher: Who are you? So my men can send your heads home to your families.
Kyle: Fuck off, shit pouch.
[PMM melee hit]
Captain Price: Get in, team. *closes door*
17:28:14, inside an F.S.B. black site warehouse, the Active F.S.B. Agent tries to make The Butcher talk the old-fashioned way. When it does not work, the Former F.S.B. Agent comes in with Bravo 6's package that will.
[Kamarov punches The Butcher]
Kamarov: Where are the chemicals?!
The Butcher: Up your fucking Russian ass.
[Kamarov punches The Butcher]
The Butcher: *chuckles* You can't hurt me, you weak piece of shit. But you, Captain. Oh, you can do better than that. You think I forgot your face, S.A.S.? Eh? Or you, Sergeants?
Kyle: *tries to lunge at The Butcher* You motherfucker! Sir, this fucking prick!
Captain Price: *stops Kyle* Hey! Get your head in the game, Sergeant!
Kyle: We need to break this bastard, Captain.
Captain Price: (off comms) We're about to. (on comms) Nikolai, where's the package?
Nikolai: Pulling in now, Captain.
Captain Price: Okay. You and Soap go with Kamarov to Nikolai, you get the package, you come back here. Alright?
[Kyle nods]
--
Old Comrades
2nd December, 2019 - 17:30:35
Sgt. Fyodor Kamarov
F.S.B. - Unsanctioned, British S.A.S. - Unsanctioned
St. Petersburg, Russia
--
Nikolai: My friends, the package is in the back.
Kyle: What is it?
Nikolai: Truth serum.
[Kamarov opens the doors]
Unknown Female 10: *yelps* Please! Please, let us go! We know nothing!
Kamarov: Ousa and Amon Rahar. Wife and son of The Butcher. We have been monitoring them since they moved here.
Nikolai: Bargaining chips... for negotiation. Perhaps, The Butcher will have a change of heart.
Soap: They're perfect, Nik.
Kamarov: Indeed.
Amon: Mama, what's happening?
Ousa: Shh. Shh. It's okay. It's okay, my son. It's okay, baby, just— We'll be out of here soon. Don't worry, okay?
Captain Price's special package turns out to be the wife and son of the Al-Qaeda/Taliban Enforcer themselves: Ousa and Amon Rahar. While Kyle is conflicted right away, Kamarov and Soap are not as they cannot wait to use them to break The Butcher.
Kamarov: Get over here. *grabs Ousa and Amon*
Ousa: Please! Just don't hurt my son. We'll do what you say.
Kamarov: Then start walking.
Amon: I'm scared, Mama.
Ousa: Don't be afraid. You're Mama's brave boy.
Amon: Where are we going, Mama?
Ousa: We are going to talk to some men, and then we will go home. Okay?
Nikolai: I'll be on a standby when he breaks.
Ousa: Let us go. We will go home and tell no one.
Kamarov: Kind of you, but that is not the only thing we need you to do.
[The Butcher painfully groans]
Ousa: What you're doing is unforgivable.
Kamarov: Tell that to someone who cares. Eyes forward.
Ousa: We are innocent people.
Kamarov: Do not even try. Keep moving.
[door opens]
Ousa: I demand to know why we are here—
Captain Price: Shh. Kyle, you don't have to do this. You in or out?
However, despite having doubts, Bravo 8 surprises everyone by going along with the interrogation.
Kyle: I'm in, sir. All in.
Captain Price: Good. Give Kamarov a hand.
[door opens]
Ousa: No! No, no, no! Please!
The Butcher: Ousa?! Amon?!
Amon: Baba!
The Butcher: D-D-Did they hurt you, my son? Ousa, did they hurt you?
Ousa: They won't let us leave. What have you done?!
The Butcher: Did you hurt my family, you dirty, shit-eating dog?! Huh?! Did you?!
Kamarov: Relax, I have not. Yet.
The Butcher: No, no, no. Let them go! No! Let them go! Hey! Be careful with them, you son of a bitch! *struggles*
Captain Price: *turns to Kyle* You want the gloves off? They're off.
While Bravo 7 blindfolds and holds onto Amon, the Active F.S.B. Agent handcuffs Ousa and zip-ties her hands to a pipe on the ceiling. Bravo 6 begins by giving an MP-412 REX (Revolver forExport) to Kyle.
Ousa: What did you do?! Your own son is here! Your own child!
Captain Price: Oh, he's got no problems with torturing, raping and murdering innocent people. A child shouldn't be a big deal, right, Kyle?
Kyle: Shouldn't be.
The Butcher: Shut up!
Ousa: What have you done?! You promised you'd keep this away from us!
Captain Price: *pulls out MP-412 REX* Take this, Kyle.
Ousa: What are you going to do to us?
The Butcher: Nobody's going to do anything to you, my loves. Sergeant. If you hurt my family, I will burn your fucking corpse. Do you hear me?! DO YOU HEAR ME?!
[Kyle turns around and checks the MP-412 REX]
The Butcher: Don't. Don't. Don't— Hey, hey, hey!
[Kyle scoffs]
The Butcher: Hey, no! No! No!
Ousa: Please. Please, we are not involved in any of this. I assure you.
Amon: Baba, make it stop.
The Butcher: It's okay. It's okay. Baba's here. It's okay. No one's going to hurt you. Yeah... go ahead. Shoot me. Go ahead. Kill me. Kill me. Go on! Kill me! And you will never get what you're looking for. Go ahead. Shoot me. Yeah, shoot me! Shoot me! Go ahead! Show your Captain how tough you are! Take a shot. Do it. Do it. Do it! DO IT!
Kyle: Ah, too easy and boring. Right, Kamarov?
Kamarov: Agreed. Let us make this exciting.
Kamarov then pulls out his Gurza combat knife and cuts The Butcher's Wife's top open, revealing her bra. While Bravo 8 aims at The Butcher's Son, with Soap stepping aside without letting Amon go.
Kamarov: Oh, you are a lucky one, Jamal.
Ousa: Please, please, please. No, no.
The Butcher: Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop! They-They know nothing about this! Okay?! Stop!
[Amon cries]
The Butcher: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Look at me! Stop! Stop! Stop! They have NOTHING to do with this!
Kyle: You tell that to the embassy staff.
The Butcher: Okay, okay! Stop! Please! Please, leave them alone. Sergeant, Captain, leave them alone. They have no information for you.
Captain Price: We want Hadir, and we want the gas. Where are they?
Ousa: Shh, shh, shh, shh, it's okay. It's okay. Yes, such a good boy, eh? Yes, you're Mama's good boy, eh? Shh, it's okay.
The Butcher: You cannot fix these things. They will happen. Nothing here will change that.
[MP-412 REX clicks]
[Ousa yelps]
Kyle: *chuckles* You see, that was the easy part.
Captain Price: Damn right. Rest assured, I wouldn't let the Sergeant brandish a loaded weapon indoors. Unless he had to. Now, *puts down .357 Magnum bullets* last chance. Where's the gas?
The Butcher: Fuck you!
Kyle: That's it. *loads MP-412 REX*
Ousa: Sergeant, please, I'm begging you! Don't hurt my son, please! Please!
As Kyle loads the revolver, Captain Price lights a cigar and grabs The Butcher's Son. Simultaneously, the Active F.S.B. Agent then cuts Ousa's bra open and gropes her breasts.
[Ousa yelps]
Kamarov: Mmm, so big and beautiful.
[Amon yelps]
Ousa: No! No, please! Please! Leave him alone! No!
The Butcher: HEY, HEY, HEY! NO, NO, NO! LEAVE THEM! LEAVE THEM! LEAVE THEM! LISTEN! LISTEN!
Captain Price: *exhales* What? I'm just helping you teach your son how to be tough.
The Butcher: LISTEN TO ME! LISTEN TO ME! MARIINSKY THEATRE! MARIINSKY THEATRE IS WHERE THE SARIN GAS IS!
Soap: Lying! YOU'RE LYING!
The Butcher: NO, I AM NOT! I SWEAR TO YOU, I'M NOT! The gas is there. Mariinsky Theatre. I swear to you!
Kyle: Where's Hadir?
The Butcher: The youngblood? You-You're too late to stop him. Go, Sergeant, Captain. Save some fucking Russians. Imran and Viktor Zakhaev will already be dead.
Captain Price: Hadir. He's going after the Zakhaevs.
Kamarov: Not good enough yet, Jamal. *pulls down Ousa's pants and panties*
[Ousa yelps]
The Butcher: NO! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! If you want Hadir, go to the Zakhaevs' estate in Kolpino. He wants them and the Russian Armed Forces' main Sarin Gas factory. That's all I have. I swear. Please don't rape my wife. Please don't hurt my son.
Kamarov: Hadir wants to hit both of the Zakhaevs' homes. St. Petersburg and Kolpino.
Captain Price: Alright. We're done with him, Soap. Kyle, Kamarov, take a minute.
[Amon hugs Ousa]
[Ousa and Amon cry]
The Butcher: Russia and the West will go to war... and leave our land alone. Go, Sergeant. I told you everything, Sergeant. Do what you want with me, but let my family leave.
Ousa: Go, you have what you want.
The Butcher: If you're going to shoot me, kill me. Please.
Ousa: Stop it!
The Butcher: You tried to be a hero. But you're just an angry boy.
Kyle: Don't call me "boy".
The Butcher: If you're going to kill someone, kill me, not them.
Amon: *takes off jacket* Hang in there, Mama. I have you. *covers up Ousa*
Ousa: Okay. Okay, baby.
The Butcher: If you plan to hurt my family, you better plan to kill me, Sergeant. Go, Sergeant. Your work is through here. Threatening my family will not solve your considerable fucking problem.
Ousa: Sergeant. Thank you for not hurting my son. He's a good boy.
Amon: Mama.
Ousa: Yes, that's you. You're a good boy, huh? Mama's very proud of you, yes.
The Butcher: You go, Sergeant. The world... is going to burn. Get a good seat.
Captain Price: Gas is at the Mariinsky Theatre. Get them there, secure it, and call it in. You know the drill.
Nikolai: Will do. Cruiser is yours. It'll take you to Kolpino.
Kamarov: Tactical gear is yours as well. Courtesy of Alpha Group (Directorate "A" of the F.S.B. Special Purpose Center).
Soap: Hadir is at the Zakhaevs' Estate. He's gonna kill them.
Kamarov: And start a world war.
Captain Price: Not if we get him first. Garrick, MacTavish, get in the car. Cover us.
Kyle: Rog'. *opens door*
Captain Price: There's a fine line between right and wrong.
At the end of the day, Bravo 8 spares Jamal 'The Butcher' Rahar, Ousa Rahar, and Amon Rahar, and leaves their fates in the hands of the Russian authorities. Bravo 6 then gets organized with his team while Nikolai and Kamarov find the Sarin Gas at Mariinsky Theatre.
Taking their hostages along with them to the crime scene.
Federal Police Officer 1: (Russian) Breach in 3, 2, 1! *bashes door open* Federal Police! Don't move! Nobody move!
[Ousa and Amon yelp]
Federal Police Officer 2: (Russian) Quiet! Quiet!
The Butcher: Fuck! Untie me, you little fucks! Untie me!
Federal Police Officer 2: (Russian) (off comms) No threats. Visual on the chemicals. (on comms) All units, hostages secure, Sarin Gas intact, PID on The Butcher.
Federal Police TOC (Tactical Operations Command): Copy that. Crisis averted. Hazmat teams are inbound. The city is safe again.
Paper Note: For the love of Russia, destroy immediately. Nikolai and Kamarov. F.S.B.