December 3rd, 2019 - 07:00:15, Kabul, Afghanistan, Captain Price's first idea of help is Farah, Alex and the Afghan National Army Commando Corps. But due to CENTCOM (United States Central Command) and StratCom's (United Kingdom Strategic Command) new designation of the Armed Forces of the Islamic Emirate of Afghanistan, Bravo 6 has to go in with an escort from Kyle, Soap, Major MacMillan and Gaz, and an eye in the sky from Hitman Team 6.
[doors open]
Kyle: Got your six, Captain.
Captain Price: Farah! Let's talk.
Farah: I know how this works, Captain.
Captain Price: Not this time. They gave Hadir to the Russians.
Farah: They'll kill him.
Captain Price: If he's lucky.
Farah: Looks like you saved the free world again, Captain Price.
Captain Price: Hadir located the Ultranationalist Party's lab in central Georgia.
Farah: Gas factory?
Captain Price: He had plans to destroy it.
Farah: Hadir's fucking crazy.
Captain Price: Yeah, but we're a little crazy, aren't we? *smiles* Isn't that right, Alex?! *looks up*
Alex: Affirmative, sir! *holsters Hadir's Sniper Rifle*
Captain Price: Isn't that right, Hitman Team 6?! *looks back*
1stLt. Vasquez: Yes, sir!
SSgt. Jackson: Yeah, we're right behind you and all that shit, Captain Britain! We gonna get this shindig going or what?!
Captain Price: *tilts head* With your help, we can finish what he started.
Farah: You're a good friend, Captain. And a worse enemy, I'm sure. But I do not cross borders and invade. I defend my people here at home.
Captain Price: Well, sometimes the best line of defense is... *pulls out Lab Intel* an offensive one. *gives Lab Intel to Farah* It's all there. Plans. Personnel.
Farah: I see. A militia with no ties to the West could carry out this mission.
Captain Price: And they'd all blame the "terrorists". Wouldn't they?
Farah: I knew I could trust you. If Imran Zakhaev's there, he's mine.
SSgt. Jackson: If you want peace, prepare for war!
Hitman Team 6: OO-RAH!
[Afghan Soldiers cheer]
With the joint Marine Raider Regiment/British S.A.S./C.I.A. Special Activities Center/ANA Commando Corps/F.S.B. task force now assembled, Captain Price formulates the plan. While Laswell handles the CAS and armored escort for the operation.
Captain Price: This is a covert operation to destroy the Ultranationalist Party's Sarin Gas Lab. Nikolai and Kamarov are on the inside. They'll provide the explosives. Two teams will infiltrate. Garrick, MacTavish and I will plant charges on the Pipeline. Farah, Alex, MacMillan and Hitman Team 6, you'll get a detonator from our Agents and rig the Main Furnace. When the charges are set, get a safe distance and bring it down. Air and armored support from Laswell paves the way. The rest is up to us.
14:29:50, Borjomi, Georgia, a different MQ-9 Reaper from Jaguar Squadron 4 provides the close air support while a General Dynamics Land Systems LAV-25A3 (Light Armored Vehicle) from the 1st Light Armored Reconnaissance Battalion under the callsign "Warpig" covers the JTF's advance.
GEORGIA
Laswell: Troops in the open, north side of the bridge. Call for fire.
[Hellfire launches]
Jaguar 4-7: Copy, Watcher. Three seconds to impact, over.
[explosion]
[M242 Bushmaster fire]
Alex: Good kill, Watcher! Good kill!
Captain Price: Bell's rung! Let's see who's home!
Farah: (Dari) Follow! Stay together!
Alex: Perimeter's open, Kate. We're moving in.
Warpig: Hitman Team 6, this is Warpig. Thermals show our 12 o'clock clear. Confirm, over.
SSgt. Jackson: Confirmed, Warpig. Move up, we'll take point and keep an eye out, over.
1stLt. Vasquez: Hitman Team 6, move out!
[M4A1 Block II fire]
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Into The Furnace
December 3rd, 2019 - 14:30:20
Staff Sergeant Paul Jackson
Marine Raider Regiment, British S.A.S., C.I.A. Special Activities Center, ANA Commando Corps, F.S.B.
Borjomi, Georgia
--
Alex: Jaguar 4-7, this is Echo 3-1! Call for fire!
Jaguar 4-7: Echo, Jaguar is ready for tasking. Weapons loose.
[Hellfires launch]
Jaguar 4-7: Multiple E.K.I.A.s (Enemy Killed In Action), destroyed structures and shot out aircraft. Nice painting.
Warpig: Carved a path for you, team. Clear to advance.
[M242 Bushmaster fire]
Farah: (Dari) FOR AFGHANISTAN!
Alex and ANA Commandos: (Dari) FOR AFGHANISTAN!
[Hadir's Sniper Rifle fire]
[AK-47 fire]
[PKP Pecheneg fire]
[AKS-74U fire]
[M4A1 Block II fire]
SSgt. Griggs: Ooh, shit! Don't fuck with the Jaguar and the Warpig!
[M249 SAW fire]
Sgt. Roycewicz: If we make it, this might be my most exciting mission yet!
[M249 Para fire]
Sgt. Lopez: Gotta love target rich environments, right?!
[Barrett M82A3 fire]
Sgt. Gaines: NOW I feel like we're actually making a difference!
[SR-25 fire]
Captain Price: Just like old times, right, sir?!
[C8 SFW fire]
Major MacMillan: Tell me about it, mate! *chuckles*
[C7A2 fire]
Soap: Feels good to not have ROEs anymore, eh, Kyle?!
[M39 EMR fire]
Kyle: Fuckin' A right, Staff Sergeant!
[M249 Para fire]
The Marine Raiders, the British S.A.S. Operators, the C.I.A. Special Activities Center Agent, the ANA Commandos, and Warpig proceed to reach the Gas Lab itself without issue just before Jaguar 4-7 has to bug out for refueling. But, the surgical part of the operation should not require close air support.
As planned, Hitman Team 6, Major MacMillan, Alex, Farah and her men go for the Main Furnace, and Bravo Team breaks off to rig the Pipeline. But not before receiving the C4 Explosive Charges from the F.S.B. Agents first.
Major MacMillan: There's Nikolai and Kamarov. Right at our starting points.
Nikolai: Come get your C4, people. Come on, come all.
SSgt. Jackson: First time working with good Russians, gentlemen. Good to meet you.
Kamarov: Likewise.
Nikolai: The detonator will start the chain reaction.
Alex: Blow the Furnace, the rest follows.
Kamarov: Correct. Do not lose it.
Farah: Why help us?
Kamarov: The Zakhaevs have always been a stain in our country. The real Russian People would love to see them and their supporters fall.
Farah: (Russian) Thank you, Nikolai, Kamarov.
Captain Price: Alright, time to split up.
SSgt. Jackson: Good luck out there, Captain Price and Co.
Captain Price: *nods* Good luck in there too, Staff Sergeant Jackson. Look after MacMillan for me.
SSgt. Jackson: Gladly.
Major MacMillan: Glad having you watch my back, mate. Let's go.
1stLt. Vasquez: Door's good. Get in.
While the LAV-25A3, Gaz, Wallcroft and Griffen stay outside to keep the exit secure. Inside the Gas Lab itself, the ANA Commandos get busy planting C4 all over the path leading to the Main Furnace.
But things get complicated when an enemy Juggernaut makes his destructive, blinding entrance and destroys the F.S.B. C4's detonator while at it.
[door opens]
[Flash Grenade detonation]
[SSgt. Jackson and Alex grunt]
[PKP Pecheneg fire]
[Flash Grenade detonation]
Alex: (muffled) Shit!
Farah: (muffled) Alex, MOVE!
[M249 SAW fire]
[MK14 0 Mod EBR fire]
SSgt. Jackson: Enemy Juggernaut! Run, blind and shoot! It's the only way to kill him!
Farah: Flash out!
[Flash Grenade detonation]
[AK-47 fire]
[AKS-74U fire]
[M203A2 fire]
[explosion]
Major MacMillan: Tossing Flash!
[Flash Grenade detonation]
[C7A2 fire]
[M249 SAW fire]
[M249 Para fire]
[Barrett M82A3 fire]
[SR-25 fire]
Alex: Big boy's down!
1stLt. Vasquez: Great work, team! Let's go!
Once the Spetsnaz support gunner is K.I.A., Captain Price gives a SITREP indicating that President Imran Zakhaev is in the Gas Lab and is attempting to provide his troops some close air support with his personal Mi-8MT Hip helicopter's PK (Pulemyot Kalashnikova/Kalashnikov's Machine Gun) Machine Guns. At the Main Furnace, Echo 3-1 addresses the detonator problem, but SSgt. Griggs has a solution.
[exterior doors open]
SSgt. Jackson: Clear left!
1stLt. Vasquez: Clear right!
Major MacMillan: Main Furnace, clear.
Farah: What happened.
Alex: *sighs* Detonator's fucked. *tosses the detonator to Farah*
Farah: It's dead.
SSgt. Griggs: Change of plans, then. Give me the rest of your F.S.B.-sponsored C4. I got my own personal charge. It has a timer.
Alex: *sighs* Thank God.
Sgt. Lopez: Demolitions expert. He rarely leaves home without at least a Frag.
1stLt. Vasquez: Do it, Griggs. We'll cover.
[interior door opens]
SSgt. Griggs: Five minutes should be enough for us to escape. Okay, charges are se—
[Hadir's Sniper Rifle fire]
[AK-47 fire]
[SSgt. Jackson and Major MacMillan painfully grunt]
1stLt. Vasquez: WHAT THE HELL?!
Alex all of a sudden shoots SSgt. Jackson in the back of his plate carrier and subsequently mortally wounds him, and Farah fires at Alpha 6's kneecaps. Then, they use them as human shields as they fall back to the Main Furnace's interior door.
Farah: Get back, Hitman Team 6! GET BACK!
1stLt. Vasquez: What the hell is this?!
Major MacMillan: Take the shot!
Alex: Sorry, boys. But the fate of Afghanistan is more important than a few good men. We're not taking any chances.
SSgt. Jackson: TAKE THE SHOT!
Alex: Too slow.
[Operator 1911 fire]
[Alex throws SSgt. Jackson aside]
Farah: MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! *drops Major MacMillan*
[C7A2 fire]
[bullets ricochet]
[Operator 1911 fire]
[Major MacMillan painfully grunts]
[exterior doors close]
SSgt. Jackson: NO! NO! NOOO!
[interior door closes]
SSgt. Jackson: *patches Major MacMillan's wounds* Alex shot out the door button out here!
Sgt. Gaines: Door button in here is offline, too!
Sgt. Lopez: Get away!
[Barrett M82A3 fire]
[bullets hit]
Sgt. Lopez: Damn, the bulletproof glasses and steel walls are several inches thick!
SSgt. Jackson: Then blow the glasses with C4! *patches own wound*
SSgt. Griggs: Negative! This entire room is a powder keg. Shit! Less than five minutes. If I defuse it, it'll never turn back on again. We're toast either way.
1stLt. Vasquez: Not all of us. Jackson, get MacMillan and yourself out of here.
SSgt. Jackson: Negative, sir! There's gotta be another exit!
Sgt. Roycewicz: There's no time!
Major MacMillan: No, Hitmen! WE'RE NOT LEAVING YOU!
Sgt. Gaines: You gotta get the hell out of here!
SSgt. Jackson: NO! NOT YOU TOO!
[three second pause]
1stLt. Vasquez: I know this'll hurt. A lot. But our mission is complete now. Yours is not. Please... let us finish this. Get Alex and Farah for us, Paul, Mac. It's been an honor.
SSgt. Griggs: Yeah, boys. Don't let 'em get away with this.
Sgt. Roycewicz: We're gonna miss you, guys.
Sgt. Lopez: Mission comes first, right? We'll be fine.
Sgt. Gaines: Don't worry about us. We're ready.
[SSgt. Jackson and Major MacMillan shed tears]
Major MacMillan: It's been an honor indeed. *sniffles*
SSgt. Jackson: We're gonna miss you all, too. *sniffles*
1stLt. Vasquez: *nods* Now go. Go!
[SSgt. Jackson carries Major MacMillan]
[exterior doors open]
With no other way to free 1stLt. Vasquez, Hitman 6-2, Sgt. Roycewicz, Sgt. Lopez and Sgt. Gaines, Hitman 6-3 and Major MacMillan leave without them, escape the Gas Lab, and reach the extraction team in less than 90 seconds.
SSgt. Jackson: Warpig is in sight, Mac! Just hang on! Argh!
Major MacMillan: (off comms) You too, Paul. *controls breathing* (on comms) Price! Come in! This is MacMillan! We've been—
Captain Price: Not a good time, Mac! We've planted the charges and are moving to a safe distance now! Bravo 6, out!
Major MacMillan: Useless wanker!
Warpig: Hitman 6-3, Alpha 6, are you alright?
Gaz: Major MacMillan, Staff Sergeant Jackson, what the hell happened?!
[Cpl. Wallcroft and L/Cpl. Griffen help SSgt. Jackson and Major MacMillan]
SSgt. Jackson: Farah and Alex betrayed us! Trapped the rest of my team in the Main Furnace! Tried to kill us all! Treat all Afghan and C.I.A. elements as hostile!
Warpig: Understood, Alpha 6.
SSgt. Jackson: Hitman 6-3 to all Hitman 6 callsigns, Alpha 6 and I are at exfil. Interrogative: Have you found an alternate exit, over?
1stLt. Vasquez: This is First Lieutenant Donovan Vasquez...
SSgt. Griggs: ...Staff Sergeant Marcus Griggs...
Sgt. Roycewicz: ...Sergeant Alan Roycewicz...
Sgt. Lopez: ...Sergeant Walter Jose Lopez...
Sgt. Gaines: ...and Sergeant Lamar Gaines.
1stLt. Vasquez: Marine Raider Regiment Hitman Team 6! Signing off!
Hitman Team 6: ALWAYS FAITHFUL, ALWAYS FORWARD!
[explosions]
On SSgt. Jackson, Alpha 6, Gaz, Cpl. Wallcroft, L/Cpl. Griffen and Warpig's frequencies as the clock reaches zero, First Lieutenant Donovan Vasquez, Staff Sergeant Marcus Griggs, Sergeant Alan Roycewicz, Sergeant Walter Jose Lopez and Sergeant Lamar Gaines sign off with a bang. As Hitman 6-3 bows his head and makes the sign of the Crucifix, the only friends he has left in the AO do the same and start being there for him.
Cpl. Wallcroft: I'm sorry about your team, mate.
L/Cpl. Griffen: I'm very sorry, mate.
Warpig: We're terribly sorry, Hitman 6-3.
SSgt. Jackson: Me too. *covers his face* *cries* *controls breathing* *starts growling* C-I-AAAAAAAAAA!
FIVE MINUTES EARLIER
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Into The Furnace
3rd December, 2019 - 14:45:15
Captain John Price
British S.A.S., C.I.A. Special Activities Center, ANA Commando Corps, F.S.B., Marine Raider Regiment
Borjomi, Georgia
--
Less than five minutes before detonation, Captain Price, Kyle and Soap enjoyed themselves in the action before placing their F.S.B. C4s on the Pipeline. And two minutes before the Gas Lab blows up, Kilo 1 was able to sneak into the President's chopper before takeoff.
Just as he called The Kremlin to launch Russia's nuclear arsenal at Afghanistan, the United States of America and the United Kingdom.
--
Into The Furnace
3rd December, 2019 - 14:48:15
Marshal Farah Karim
ANA Commando Corps, C.I.A. Special Activities Center, British S.A.S., F.S.B., Marine Raider Regiment
Borjomi, Georgia
--
Imran Zakhaev: I don't care what time it is. I want The Kremlin on the line and controlling the nuclear football now. You hear me? Tell them it is me, their president. Your president. You know I will not be ignored.
Captain Price: Say again, Zakhaev is wheels up. Farah? Farah!
Farah: *equips S.A.S. Dagger* (quietly) Standby. I've got eyes on.
[S.A.S. Dagger hit]
Imran Zakhaev: YOU?!
Farah: Yes, Mr. President! ME!
[S.A.S. Dagger hit]
Imran Zakhaev: *painfully groans* *controls breathing* Like my beloved son once said. Your country is a breeding ground for terrorists—
[S.A.S. Dagger hit]
Farah: I am not a terrorist. Afghanistan is not a terrorist's breeding ground. I am Marshal Farah Karim! Afghanistan's true, noble protector! *kicks Imran Zakhaev overboard*
[explosions]
With those last few stabs and the kick off of his Mi-8MT, President Imran Zakhaev meets his demise. And it turns out that Alex, Nikolai and Kamarov were secretly the crew of the helo.
Alex: You did it, Farah. You did it. *pats Farah's back*
Farah: No. WE did it, Alex. *holds Alex's hand* *opens door*
Nikolai: Karim. Mother Russia would approve. Where to?
Farah: Afghanistan. Home.
[Nikolai and Kamarov smile]
While Alpha Team, Warpig, and the last of Hitman Team 6 depressingly RTB, Bravo Team, the C.I.A., the ANA Commando Corps, and the F.S.B. happily ride off into the sunset. December 5th, 2019 - 04:30:15, F.O.B. Fenty, Jalalabad Airport, Afghanistan, after making sure that Major MacMillan will live and despite not having fully recovered himself, SSgt. Jackson mourns the deaths of his teammates in the shooting range.
And regardless of the time or the atmosphere, Captain Price, Kyle, Soap and Laswell approach him before he disappears.
[M4A1 Block II fire]
Laswell: Staff Sergeant Jackson— Paul. I am so sorry for the loss of your team. Now, I may act like I'm cock of the walk, but I don't call the shots. I—
SSgt. Jackson: NO! No, don't even try it. I don't take apologies from professional liars.
[M249 SAW fire]
Kyle: Jackson, getting angry won't bring them back. Don't take it out on Afghanistan. You can't blame Laswell for this.
SSgt. Jackson: Are you actually defending the C.I.A. bitch the gave Alex, Farah, Hadir and Afghanistan the green light to murder my FRIENDS?!
[Barrett M82A3 fire]
Captain Price: Oi! *sighs* Your COs would've ordered you to arrest or kill Farah and Alex if we had let all of you live. This isn't about us. This is for The Afghan People. There had to be sacrifices along the way.
SSgt. Jackson: *puts Barrett M82A3 down* Oh, I'm sure you'd agree without question if it were Soap and Kyle in the Main Furnace instead. Right?! RIGHT?!
Laswell: It's—
SSgt. Jackson: WHAT?! IT'S WHAT, HUH?! NOT THE SAME?! You know fucking A well it's exactly the same. You know, despite our doubts we have about you three letter agencies and our problems with international joint ops, we still followed you through Hell anyway because we believed that we were finally going to end these Godforsaken wars and get out of this sandbox hellhole and go home. We may have ended the Second Soviet-Afghan War. But when it comes to the War on Terror, we should've known better. You fucks weren't trying to end the War on Terror after all. You're just replacing Al-Qaeda and the Taliban with the Afghan Military because they can't satisfy both the U.S. and U.K. war machines' insatiable hunger for cold hard cash anymore! BUT GUESS WHAT?! IT DOESN'T JUST TAKE ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD! IT ALSO TAKES EVERYTHING WE KNOW AND LOVE FOR NOTHING! *cries* *wipes tears*
[Glock 34 Combat Master fire]
Soap: Paul, I get what you're saying. But you also know that without our war machines, corrupt or not, we would all be nothing. We wouldn't be soldiers, let alone even be here helping innocent people.
SSgt. Jackson: We? *shakes head* There is no "we". Not anymore. And have you forgotten that the military is a selfless service? We were never in it for ourselves. At least, my friends and I weren't. But what else could I expect from the "best spec ops unit in the world"? Those books, movies and TV (television) shows aren't gonna make themselves. Yeah, I know it ain't just us Americans who are guilty of those publicity stunts. We are finished here. It is time for the four of you to get the fuck out of my sight. And if you dare drag MacMillan into this, I will let every Marine in this base know where you are so fast, you're gonna want to kill yourselves here and now. Fuck off before I change my mind.
[M4A1 Block II fire]
Captain Price: Come on, mates, let's go. He's a lost cause.
Soap: Not exactly helping, Captain. *looks at SSgt. Jackson* My condolences, Paul.
[SSgt. Jackson slightly looks at Soap]
06:01:41, at a café in the city of Jalalabad itself, Bravo 6 gets a text message while waiting for the tea he ordered.
Major MacMillan: (text message) If you're wondering why I stayed quiet about Farah and Alex's betrayal after the op, I already knew none of you were gonna believe us. But make no mistake, those two cunts killed good men and put me in a wheelchair. Possibly forever. And you already know what I do to traitors. Now, I'm gonna tell you what to do simply because I don't command you anymore, but I will offer a word of advice as your friend. Keep your eyes and ears open around ANYONE who tries to be as vague as possible. Even your precious Special Agent Kate Laswell. I hope you know what you're doing, son. For your sake.
He then ignores the tip, receives his cup of tea, and sits at a table with Watcher.
Laswell: Tea?
Captain Price: Yeah, well, I'm a long way from a proper pint.
Laswell: Russia disowned the Zakhaevs.
Captain Price: It seems Nikolai and Kamarov were right. Most of The Russian People were never Ultranationalists.
Laswell: You took a big bite out of that problem, John.
Captain Price: For now... but left unchecked.
Laswell: They won't be. General Shepherd pulled the files you asked for. What exactly is this about?
Captain Price: A task force.
Laswell: Mm-mm. We already have loose ends.
Captain Price: And I will tie them.
Laswell: I can fund assets, not outlaws.
Captain Price: Enjoy the tea then.
Laswell: *pulls out picture* Someone new in the Ultranationalist Party is taking charge for the Zakhaevs.
Captain Price: He's not new.
Laswell: Who is he?
Captain Price: Captain Vladimir Makarov. Russian GRU (Main Directorate of the General Staff of the Armed Forces of the Russian Federation). Ultranationalist strongman. Nasty piece of shit.
Laswell: Quite the crew the Ultranationalists have in their corner. They're big fans of Hadir's.
Captain Price: Well, that would explain why he's still alive.
Laswell: They're gonna get him out, and they're gonna start a new campaign of terror all across Europe.
Captain Price: Then give me what I need.
Laswell: Who's your crew?
Captain Price: Sergeant Garrick.
Laswell: Kyle?
Captain Price: He's still got a long way to go, but he's ready. John MacTavish. S.A.S., sniper, demolitions, goes by "Soap".
Laswell: Why?
Captain Price: That's classified. He's about to go to Sandhurst (Royal Military Academy Sandhurst), you know. Couldn't be any prouder. *chuckles* There he is. Simon Riley.
Laswell: There's no picture.
Captain Price: Never. Now the rest. That's need-to-know. Unless we got a deal.
Laswell: What are you calling this task force?
Captain Price: 1-4-1.
CALL OF DUTY
MODERN WARFARE