12:00:58, O'Hare International Airport, Chicago, Illinois, United States of America, after touching down in a C.I.A. sponsored Bombardier Challenger 3500 jet, Task Force 141 ft. Farah and Agent Alex Keller receives their next mission from Laswell over lunch.
Laswell: Welcome to Chicago, guys.
Kyle: Eh, it's still not London. At least the food's good and the women look even better. Right, Soap?
Soap: Uh, yeah, yeah. Definitely.
Sandman: Not by much, huh?
Ghost: Guess not.
Grinch: If we ever stop by around Miami, the ladies there are gonna blow you away.
Truck: *laughs* Metal Team's resident bad boy, everyone.
Soap: Back to business. What are we doing here, Laswell? Is it Makarov?
Laswell: I wish it were, Soap. But with Helen Lennox and Perry Ridgefield proven alive, we have to assume Ramirez and his cronies are, too. We need to hunt them down before they find and kill Makarov just so they can clear their names. They don't deserve that kind of chance.
Captain Price: Alright. How are we hunting Ramirez's "Hunters"?
Laswell: His 24-year-old little sister, Staff Sergeant Bonnie Ramirez, is getting married to her high school sweetheart three hours from now. Your mission is to crash the wedding and make the bride an example. That should draw them out of whatever hole they're crawling in, giving us the best opportunity to waste them while they mourn and try to mount a rescue.
Farah: It's about time the Americans experienced what The Afghan People went through during the occupation.
Alex: Long time coming, Farah, my dear.
Soap: Bloody Hell, you're intense. Does Ramirez's family even have anything to do with this?
Laswell: Absolutely. Alejandro and Rodolfo are family. If those fuckers killed them, then this is fair game.
[Ghost nudges Soap]
Soap: Oh. Okay.
Kyle: We get dirty, and the world stays clean. That's the mission.
[Soap slightly nods]
Laswell: If you're worried about getting too dirty, then I got a 20-man C.I.A. S.O.G. (Special Operations Group) wetworks crew that can handle most of the killing.
Sandman: We'll let you play with the bride first, Soap.
Soap: Cheers.
Captain Price: I've never seen you hesitate about chasing women before, John. What's going on?
Soap: I guess I've never been ordered to chase 'em before.
Ghost: Not much challenge.
Soap: Yeah, exactly that.
Grinch: Ah, I can understand that. The thrill of the chase before sealing the deal.
Truck: You'd be a great sex ed (education) teacher if being a Delta Operator doesn't work out.
[Task Force 141, Laswell, Farah and Alex laugh]
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Here I Come
29th August, 2026 - 15:00:50
Cpt. John Price
Task Force 141, C.I.A. Special Activities Center, C.I.A. Special Operations Group
Chicago, IL, United States of America
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Upon arriving at the wedding's venue, the Adler Planetarium, in black identical vans, the massive joint effort is about to begin the massacre. Only for General Benson Guy Mattias 'Overlord' Greenland (Bruce Greenwood) himself to stop them dead in their tracks with just his mere presence.
As Watcher immediately orders everyone to hold fire upon seeing him.
[Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part 1 Soundtrack's The Entity plays]
Overlord: Task Force 141. C.I.A. S.O.G. Just the kind of teams Laswell would send for a wetworks job.
Laswell: Jesus Christ. All units, hold fire! I say again, hold your fire! You have the commander of USSOCOM in your sights!
Captain Price: It doesn't matter, Watcher. He's all alone here.
Laswell: Not here. Not yet. If we kill him now, all of U.S. Spec Ops will be on us 24 hours a day.
Sandman: Like they can stop us.
Overlord: Shepherd was right. Battle Captain will kick your sorry asses to Hell if you dare show your faces in Fort Liberty again, Metal Team. Marshal Farah Karim and Agent Alex Keller. The romantic snakes in Afghanistan. Long way from home. You sure you wanna die here?
Alex: Watch your language with her, asshole.
Farah: Withdrawing from my homeland was a mistake, General. Leaving will make you all cowards. Staying will make you our enemies somewhere in the future.
Overlord: We both lose either way with that logic. So why do you think we bother anymore?
Farah: It is America's obligation. We need our American aid and we need it now.
Overlord: Ha! Like We The People owe your bitch ass our lives. After what you've done to the Marines back in Georgia, we owe you NOTHING.
Farah: For a supposedly intelligent person, you seem to believe in conspiracy theories like a mental hospital patient.
Truck: Even a non-American knows you've forgotten the American way of life in the world. What the fuck are you doing here anyway, General? You got a death wish?
Overlord: Well, I've been looking after James Ramirez's little sister ever since his death/disappearance. You know how family loyalty works.
Laswell: Not surprising. You're the only higher-up who supported him and his band of traitors.
Overlord: Of course it would be you who'd say that. Speaking from experience much?
Kyle: Oi! You better watch your mouth with Laswell, shit pouch.
Overlord: *scoffs* Like whatever I tell you or happens to me will matter in the grand scheme of things.
Captain Price: Then tell us. Or do we have to beat it out of you?
Overlord: Your little discovery in Tucson is no isolated incident. Ramirez, Graves, Chemo, Bishop, Frost, Jackson, Blizzard, even Helen Lennox, they're still alive. And if you've found me, so will they. They know everything you know. They're probably on their way now.
Laswell: So what are we looking at?
Overlord: An outfit similar to yours that will really give the "best of the best" a run for their money. And you asked at the right time because they just got activated. What you're looking at is Task Force Rogue. Some of the best men and women the world's governmentally exiled have to offer. All of its members driven to right all the worst wrongs of their home nations and even the world.
Laswell: Hmm, sounds like their leader is someone we'd wanna meet. Who leads them?
Overlord: Heh. A common misconception when it comes to Task Force Rogue. Do you know the Impossible Mission Force of the Mission: Impossible movies?
Laswell: A-fucking-mericans. Hell no, because I'm not as addicted to movies as you miserable pricks.
Overlord: Getting back on track, much like the I.M.F., they're not ones who'd take orders in a traditional sense. We give an op directly to the President for approval, and POTUS himself, more or less, leave word.
Sandman: Leave word? For a bunch of outlaws somehow turned good because of the lie of good and evil? Hoping that they get the job done?
Overlord: Should they choose to accept it.
Truck: Is this old man for real or just fucking with us?
Laswell: How can an outfit like mine work if its operatives can choose which orders to accept?
Overlord: Task Force Rogue was created to ensure that there would be no unintended consequences. If they can't ensure a mission's ultimate outcome, they're authorized to decline.
Once given the signal, which is the end of that sentence, the wedding guests drop a bunch of Flash Grenades and Smoke Grenades, kill every C.I.A. S.O.G. Operator, and shoot down the MQ-9 Reaper above. All without taking a single casualty.
And a lone Task Force Rogue Operator relieves the Task Force 141 Operators of all their weapons.
Captain Price: Is everyone alright?!
Ghost: Shit. They have our weapons. Even our blades.
Kyle: Smart bastards.
Captain Price: Six to Watcher. Six to Watcher.
[static]
After finding out that all communications with the C.I.A. are lost, a U.S. Army MH-60L DAP then flies in and drops off a fireteam's worth of people. Some familiar, some unrecognizable until the headgear comes off.
And the masked specialist who took all the enemy gear joins them for a reveal.
Captain Price: No. It-It can't be.
Sandman: Fuck me.
[Chaos, Nomad, Frost and Jackson take their headgear off]
Kyle: Un-fucking-believable.
Jackson: Been a while, Captain Britain and Co.
[song ends]
Joining Nomad, Overlord and his deep undercover U.S. Military platoon are Chaos, Sergeant Major Derek 'Frost' Westbrook (John Krasinski), Command Sergeant Major Chandler Blizzard, Colonel Paul Jackson, Graves, Helen, and Yuri.
Captain Price: From the right eyebrow down to the left cheek. I recognise that blade scar anywhere. Nomad.
Nomad: As Colonel Jackson already said, been a while, Captain Britain and Co.
Kyle: Laswell, are you—
Nomad: Don't bother. All surveillance imagery in the city has locked the C.I.A. and all of its allies out. They can't see or hear anyone here.
Frost: Finally. A conversation between just us Operators without the meddling of the C-I-fucking-A.
Sandman: We got nothing to talk about, Westbrook. You fucking snake.
Frost: Wow. I know you got your loyalty with Price, but I never knew you for a blind supporter of the motherfucking spooks. What the hell's changed, Metal Team?
Chaos: Think about it. If The Western Hemisphere Standoff and Special Agent Kate Laswell's Dirty Laundry are pure fiction, then why is Watcher trying so hard to erase them from living memory? Whether through assassinations made to look like accidents or even mass genocide.
Kyle: Liar! You're trying to turn us against Laswell! Your precious Canucks and Aussies may be your friends, but Laswell is definitely our friend. We know her more than any of you. Besides, shit like this is too hard to believe. That's why it's fiction. No one's digging deeper into your conspiracy theories.
Yuri: It is because those who research about it for themselves are all dead.
Captain Price: What the— Aren't you—
Yuri: Yuri Volkov. Former Ultranationalist Inner Circle strongman, friend and business partner of Vladimir Makarov.
Frost: Some poor soul who we couldn't help in order to avoid getting traced by the C.I.A. tries to learn and add more to The Western Hemisphere Standoff and Special Agent Kate Laswell's Dirty Laundry every once in a while for the past four years. Like these guys.
Helen gives Soap and Ghost four folders filled with U.S., British, Australian and Canadian Special Operations files and news clippings that mention their "accidental" deaths. As well as the record of the late Grace Cameron herself and a bulletin that says she was killed in a hiking mishap.
Helen: *gives two folders to Soap* U.S. Spec Ops. British Spec Ops. *gives two folders to Ghost* Australian Spec Ops. Canadian Spec Ops. All of these good men. Dead, dead, dead, dead. And... *gives folder to Soap* here's the outlier.
Soap: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Grace Cameron of Fox News?
Chaos: Absolutely. Grace Lorraine Cameron. Fox News reporter. And my girlfriend.
Ghost: You can't be serious.
Chaos: Hey, I didn't trust you guys back in 2022. Why should I share that? I'm only doing it now because of her "hiking accident".
Soap: What really happened to Grace Cameron?
Chaos: I found her in a Task Force Los Vaqueros black site prison just beyond Arizona. Alejandro and Rodolfo raped her, gave her AIDS, and killed her during the three months she was missing. It was too late to save her. So, all I could do was hit your Mexican hermanos back. And by hitting 'em back, I mean turning them and their families into high calorie mincemeat via meat grinders.
Kyle: You did WHAT?!
Captain Price: Kyle! Don't!
Kyle tries to assault Chaos despite being unarmed. Only for Nomad, who Chaos likes to call "The Original Rogue 1", to stop him dead in his tracks with a turning side kick to the chin, a double slap in both ears, causing them to ring, and a turning long kick to the face.
Nomad: To paraphrase Death from Puss in Boots: The Last Wish. Slow. Sloppy. Sad. You're not living up to the legend, Task Force 141.
Kyle: *painfully grunts* You'd ruin two families' lives because a stranger to your family got killed?!
Chaos: Funny. That's just what Alejandro, Rodolfo and their families said to me before they died. Who the FUCK are any of you to tell me who's a stranger to my family and who isn't? They raped and murdered the love of my life, my best friend. Which you know you DON'T FUCKING DO!
Nomad: Any other retorts? Hmm? None? Well, it looks like our job here is done. Think about this meeting. We'll be nearby. But don't you dare find us, or you WILL die. We'll find you.
Overlord: There's exfil. Keep an eye out and form up, ladies and gentlemen.
Captain Price: Major Nomad. You know I respect you and everything you stand for. But no one defies our governments. No one defies MI6. No one defies the C.I.A. I remember a time when you understood that.
Nomad: And I remember a time when you understood the meaning of right and wrong, Captain Price. You have no idea how ashamed I am of you.
Chaos: Ice cold, Original Rogue 1.
Nomad: One of the few languages they understand, Better Rogue 1.
Kyle: What's the call, Captain?
Sandman: We can take 'em.
Captain Price: No, we can't. We won't stand a chance. They're exfiltrating, so are we.
Soap: You heard the man. Exfil, NOW.
The Original Rogue 1 then throws Task Force 141's weapons into the river and leaves the AO without issue. 17:00:41, Dallas, Texas, over in the Roman Catholic Diocese of Dallas, the actual place where Staff Sergeant Bonnie Ramirez (voiced and played by Peyton List) is getting married, Chaos is able to discreetly get there before his little sister walks down the aisle after the kiss thanks to his personal F-35B Lightning II.
He positions himself on the balcony before the exit and drops a bouquet of lavenders, which Bonnie catches with her hands and face. Aside from her favorite kind of flowers, she notices the note attached that says: "To the best little sister and brother-in-law in the world. Congratulations, Bonnie, Dylan! Don't let go of each other. Don't you ever let go of each other. No reply needed. Jim."
[Bonnie cries]
Dylan: Hey, what's— *silently reads note* Oh. *smiles*
Bonnie: *wipes tears* *looks up* Thank you for looking after Jim's monkey ass for me, God. Your secret's still safe with me, bro-bro.
Dylan: Your sister's still safe with me, Jim. You know I'll keep it that way forever.
