23:00:48, London, United Kingdom, after more than 24 hours of politicking over FaceTime despite having a literal war going on in the city streets, United Kingdom Special Forces and the British Military finally get authorization to order a total evac for everyone in the suburban and metropolitan areas. And Red Coat is the first man to hear it from Colonel MacMillan directly.
Task Force 141
Cpt. John Price
Tracking...
Cpt. John Price
Task Force 141
Chicago, IL, United States of America
British S.B.S.
Maj. Clyde 'Red Coat' Winters
Colonel MacMillan: *hangs up* Finally. Terminate all comms lines. Last thing we want is to get traced. With the S.B.S. still out of town, you'll be operating with my men and I throughout this war, Red Coat.
Red Coat: No problem, Baseplate. It'll be just like the simpler days. Before 2020. We got the green light to get back in there?
Colonel MacMillan: Affirmative. Just got what we need. The regular military will handle the evacuation while we take care of the hard, elusive targets. Ones that our armor can't take without collateral damage.
Red Coat: Looks and sounds good. I'm sure everyone's gonna agree to this.
Colonel MacMillan: Everyone has to. The Russians are burning through our defenses, citizens and intel. We can't let them take London.
Red Coat: Just lead us to where we'll do the most good, sir. They won't take it.
Located
Maj. Clyde 'Red Coat' Winters
Col. Mac 'Baseplate' MacMillan
London, United Kingdom
August 29th, 2026 - 23:01:48
As planned, the British Army and their heavy armor reinforcements will go door to door and save every civilian the city. While Red Coat, Colonel MacMillan, Cypher, Gaz, Ridley, Wallcroft, Griffen and Burns keep the advanced Russian Armed Forces teams off The British People's backs.
[G28 fire]
Colonel MacMillan: We're good, Red Coat! Get in here!
[C7A2 fire]
[C8 SFW fire]
Ridley: As much as I enjoy full freedom of choice when it comes to our engagements, I would've appreciated at least one Challenger 3 (British Army's main battle tank) or Warrior (FV510 Warrior/British Army's primary infantry fighting vehicle) backing us up!
Gaz: All our armor's got their hands full, I'm afraid! But substantial enemy forces should be your jam, Captain!
[G36KV fire]
Ridley: Ah, the usual then!
Burns: Let's cool things down for our men and our people!
Colonel MacMillan: Move up! Move up!
Cypher: On Baseplate!
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Not Bad For An Unwanted Stepchild
29th August, 2026 - 23:10:48
Maj. Clyde 'Red Coat' Winters
British S.B.S., British S.A.S.
London, United Kingdom
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While 10 Downing Street and the Palace of Westminster are Alpha Team ft. Red Coat's primary objectives, they know that there is no decision to make when it comes to the Average Joes under heavy wartime fire. So they momentarily ignore their original orders and mobilize to take the heat off of the fleeing citizens and the mostly defensive friendlies.
Especially since both target areas have not been breached yet and the security details are still holding strong.
British Army Soldier 6: Buildings! They're in the buildings! Snipers and rocket launchers are all over 'em! They're shooting through the civilians to get us!
Red Coat: Up high! 11 and 1 o'clock high! Pick those snipers and launchers off!
[L85A2 fire]
[L86A2 LSW fire]
[Dragunov SVD fire]
[RPG-7V2 fire]
[explosions]
[British Army Soldiers painfully scream]
Colonel MacMillan: Alpha 6 to Pixiedust, what's the status of our Typhoons and Lightnings, over?!
Pixiedust: Alpha 6, all friendly air assets are providing CAS for your target areas at this time. Their orders came straight from the VIPs inside. They cannot be diverted, over.
Colonel MacMillan: Typical! Roger that! If those fucks are gonna keep the air support to themselves, don't waste your breath! Just maintain ISR! We're pushing to AO number one, over!
Pixiedust: Understood, Alpha 6. Push on. I'm not letting you out of my sight, over.
Cypher: That's it! Keep on firing! EVERYONE, head that way! Follow those troops!
Red Coat: Which way do we go, Baseplate?!
Colonel MacMillan: Follow the action! Get more subtle and surgical! It's your call! Just keep the Russians from turning our streets into kill zones and don't be late for Delta Sierra! Go!
Wallcroft: You heard him, mates! Spread out!
Griffen: Thank you, boss!
From a gameplay perspective, Red Coat/the player can choose whether to follow the action of the regular infantry and armored division units or go through the alleyways with the majority of his team to hit the Russian Paratroopers from their elevated positions' blind spots.
Red Coat: On your six, gents!
Gaz: Sounds good! You always did work fast!
Cypher: Ridley, go with the enlisted and hit 'em head on!
Ridley: Play with the kiddos then!
Colonel MacMillan: We're coming up on their blind spots. Make 'em pay for leaving them unguarded.
In canon, Red Coat chooses to go with the most chaotic path with Wallcroft, Griffen and Burns.
Griffen: Nice of you to join us, Red Coat!
Red Coat: I've given my subtle tactics a good stretch back in Harrow! Besides, Ridley can handle stealth just fine!
Burns: Ha! You're nuts! He's the size of a bloody truck! He can't hide for shit!
Wallcroft: *laughs* Thank God for masks and all this noise, or people will think we're sociopaths!
As they fight and kill their way to Number 10, Alpha Team ft. Red Coat regroups at Piccadilly Circus and passes by the now desecrated memorial of the terrorist attack that occurred there almost seven years ago.
[SCAR-L CQC fire]
[C7A2 fire]
[G36KV fire]
[C8 SFW fire]
[TR-1 Ultralight fire]
[HK 433 fire]
[G36KV fire]
[C8 SFW fire]
Gaz: Of course you had to turn Piccadilly Circus into a can of worms again! Even the memorial?! That's low, even for you!
Colonel MacMillan: You damn disrespectful bastards!
Russian Paratrooper 1: Pathetic Westerners!
Red Coat: Gary would love to gun you all down here if he were still around!
Ridley: Afghanistan and Ukraine were you punching above your weight! This is just stupid arrogance, let alone Canada and Australia too!
Colonel MacMillan: Clear for now, but our boys and girls are fast approaching to hold. Let's move on.
It is officially back to business once at 10 Downing Street as Colonel MacMillan leads the way through the doors with keypad locks. He apparently knows all of the codes in Delta Sierra and Papa Whiskey (Palace of Westminster) because Colonel Lauren 'Pixiedust' Wimberley spends most of her time at work in vital command and control centers like Stirling Lines and every militarily and governmentally important building in London.
Red Coat: Walls look as old as time, but most of these doors have reinforced steel around.
Ridley: I don't think I brought enough charges to go through all these rooms, gents.
Colonel MacMillan: No need. *unlocks and opens door* British Army coming in! British Army!
Cypher: Clear! No pulses anywhere.
Colonel MacMillan: Where is everyone else? *shakes head* They can't be serious.
Wallcroft: What's going on here?
Colonel MacMillan: Let's find out. Search wherever you can.
Gaz: Hmm. How did you know the code of the door, sir?
Colonel MacMillan: Well, Laurie— Pixiedust is in London and all of its government institutions most days. Shared all of the codes to these doors with me. British Army coming in! *unlocks and opens door* Clear left!
Cypher: Clear right! No pulse! "Laurie", huh?
Colonel MacMillan: *unlocks and opens door* British Army! British— We got a note on the Prime Minister's desk. "For those who didn't hear it from me, London is officially lost. Airstrikes ordered to cover a retreat to the military safe zone northwest of the city. Levelling 10 Downing Street and the Palace of Westminster at 23:30. A nuclear bomb strike will sanitise London at 06:00 tomorrow. Prime Minister Keir Starmer." I knew it! Does Papa Whiskey know about this?!
Red Coat: Judging from the gunfire all over it, they're either delayed or clueless.
Colonel MacMillan: We gotta secure Whiskey Papa, NOW! MOVE OUT!
Gaz: I get we don't want foreign invaders here like this, but fucking hell, gents. Nuking our own capital to cover a retreat? Really?
23:25:18, after finding out why Delta Sierra is unusually quiet from Prime Minister Keir Starmer indirectly, Alpha Team ft. Red Coat races to save any friendly or civilian unfortunate enough to be in the Palace of Westminster. But things are about to get even more difficult as the airstrikes on the two AOs begin way too early.
[Typhoon FGR4s fly by]
Griffen: HERE COMES THE RAIN!
[explosions]
[Russian Paratroopers painfully scream]
Cypher: Ahead of schedule?! FUCK!
Red Coat: EVERYONE, GET AWAY FROM 10 DOWNING STREET AND THE PALACE OF WESTMINSTER! GET AWAY FROM 10 DOWNING STREET AND THE PALACE OF WESTMINSTER!
Burns: Team, Tangos are scrambling outta here!
Wallcroft: So should the survivors in Papa Whiskey! Keep moving!
Burns: Bombs are getting clo— TEAM, GET OFF THE ROAD! *pushes Red Coat and Griffen to the sidewalk*
Colonel MacMillan and Ridley: (faintly) RED COAT! GRIFFEN! BURNS!
Burns may have gotten Red Coat and Griffen off the road, but the bombs' shock waves launch all three of them 8 feet in the air and give them mild concussions. Colonel MacMillan, Cypher, Gaz, Ridley and Wallcroft then drag their downed teammates into a coffee shop as barely breathing British Army Soldiers and civilians follow them.
Pixiedust: Alpha Team, come in! ALPHA TEAM, DO YOU COPY, OVER?! COME ON, DAMMIT!
Colonel MacMillan: Pixiedust, this is Alpha 6! We're all still here, but Bravo 3 and Alpha 6-5 and 6-6 are down hard! Awaiting a medical SITREP from 6-1 and 6-4, over!
Red Coat: I'm okay! I'm okay.
Cypher: Yeah, but concussion got you, Griffen and Burns good. Ease up.
Pixiedust: You're committing bloody friendly fire down there, Falcon 1!
Griffen: You good, Burns?!
Falcon 1: I understand, Pixiedust. But you must understand our situation here as well.
Burns: Yeah! You?!
Pixiedust: I don't think you do! Delta Sierra is all but abandoned, and Papa Whiskey still has friendlies! Indoors and out on the streets!
Griffen: Still here, aren't I?!
Falcon 1: I'm sorry, ma'am. But our government's demands supersede everyone else's. We have orders to follow. Falcon 1, out.
Pixiedust: Useless wanker!
Gaz: Oh, that's just GREAT! Now, what are we gonna do now?!
Colonel MacMillan: The people in Papa Whiskey still don't look like they're moving out! They'll need our help!
Cypher: So what's the play, boss?!
Colonel MacMillan: It's alright, team! You all can RTB now! We made it!
Cypher: What?!
Colonel MacMillan: I can evacuate Papa Whiskey alone! All I gotta do is get in, grab whoever I can, and get out through the back door! Simple enough for anyone! Get our downed men outta here! That's an order!
[C7A2 fire]
Gaz: No! No! NO! MAC, NO!
[Cypher stops Gaz]
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Not Bad For An Unwanted Stepchild
29th August, 2026 - 23:30:16
Col. Mac 'Baseplate' MacMillan
British S.A.S., British S.B.S.
London, United Kingdom
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With Papa Whiskey still populated with friendlies and the fact that delaying the actual mission was his decision, making the upped difficulty his fault, Alpha 6 chooses to continue and finish the op by himself. As expected, no one is happy with the judgment call despite it being the only way for success.
Gaz: Oh, these fucking flyboys have gotta be taking the piss! We've just busted our arses to get to Number 10 and Westminster, and now they expect Mac to do it alone while avoiding friendly fire?!
Cypher: Mac will be fine, Gaz! We gotta get our men and these people back to base now! I'll take point! Everyone else, stay close, stay alert, and don't leave everyone behind! Go!
[TR-1 Ultralight fire]
[L85A2 fire]
[L86A2 LSW fire]
The mad dash to the Palace of Westminster does not actually include shooting and only requires non-stop sprinting, sliding and long jumping with brief moments of holding indoors because of the incoming GBU-16 Paveway IV laser-guided bombs. As Colonel MacMillan gives it everything he has, like Chaos, Red Coat, Chemo and Bishop, and does so remarkably in spite of his age and near career-ending injury.
4 minutes later, he reaches the second AO and meets up with the security team, which is a full MI6 special operations strike force that has half of its personnel alive and combat effective, and four certain members of the House of Commons he would rather abandon if his late father wanted him to.
Colonel MacMillan: British Army coming in! British Army!
MI6 Operator: Hold fire! S.A.S.?
Colonel MacMillan: Affirmative. TL— Team leader?
MI6 Operator/TL: Yeah. Where are the others?
Colonel MacMillan: I'm it. You can thank our government leaders and their piss poor airstrikes for that.
MI6 TL: Well, how do you suppose we get out of here alive, S.A.S.?
Colonel MacMillan: The back door isn't being hit yet. Ready your men there. We're leaving, all of us. Any political leader here?
MI6 TL: All of them are in the underground bunker just down those stairs. Lucky for them, we were close by and quick to respond.
Colonel MacMillan: Good. Back door, now. I'll get our VIPs. British Army coming in! *unlocks and opens door* Put the gun down, sirs, ma'ams, I'm on your side.
Female Member of Parliament 1: How the hell did you open the door?
Colonel MacMillan: I'm United Kingdom Special Forces. How else do you think?
Female Member of Parliament 2: Oh, fuck my life. Mac?!
Colonel MacMillan: Yeah, yeah, it's a great fucking honor to rescue your whorey, girly arses, Stepmother Gretchen, Stepsisters Daniella, Karen and Bernadette.
MP Gretchen/Female Member of Parliament 1: Oh. Well... what's up?
Colonel MacMillan: Oh, aside from our own fighter jets bombing our own troops and civilians because some of you thought "sanitising" London is a good idea, not much.
MP Karen/Female Member of Parliament 2: Jesus, you're intense.
MP Daniella: Are we gonna get to the Military Safe Zone now, Mac?
Colonel MacMillan: *sighs* Yeah, Daniella. Just stay close to me and the armed men wearing Union Jack flags, and you'll make it outta here. Only one bag per person! We are leaving!
MP Bernadette: So, Mac, if these men are MI6 and you're British Army, where are the other troops?
Colonel MacMillan: I'm it.
MP Gretchen: Sounds like you need tougher friends, son.
Colonel MacMillan: Our men and women out there were the toughest our country has to offer. My friends are also among the toughest. And don't any of you fucking dare call me "son" or "brother". All of you four lost those rights the day your alcoholism and immaturity got Dad killed in that particular street just outside of this fucking place.
Pixiedust: Pixiedust to Alpha 6, comms are secure. Are you behaving yourself, Mac?
Colonel MacMillan: (off comms) Now, shut up for a sec'. I've got a call from the M.S.Z. (on comms) Family reunion's as rough as you can expect, but yes, I'm behaving myself as best I could, Lauren. What's the status of The Long Way?
Pixiedust: Occupied. The Russians used it as a place to wait out our airstrikes. You and whatever's left of the MI6 strike force just lost your cover. They're moving out.
Colonel MacMillan: Good. Assaulting a purely defensive enemy force would've been boring. Advancing now, over.
Pixiedust: Roger. I'll maintain ISR. Stay safe down there, over.
Colonel MacMillan: (quietly) Here we are. MI6, stay low and keep the VIPs behind something solid. All politicians, stick with them, stay quiet, stay down.
[Flash Grenade detonation]
[Smoke Grenade detonation]
[Frag Grenade detonation]
[C7A2 fire]
[C4 Explosive Charge detonation]
[Glock 17 Combat Master fire]
Once outside with his political stepfamily and every other friendly combatant and non-combatant from Papa Whiskey, Alpha 6 clears "The Long Way", which is a contingency alternative route to the Military Safe Zone, singlehandedly in a way similar to The Chaos Run back in Nomad's hardest shooting gallery. As he puts his entire skill set on full display with his C7A2, Glock 17 Combat Master, Panoramic Night/X-Ray Vision Goggles, Flash Grenades, Smoke Grenades, Frag Grenades and C4 Explosive Charges until he reaches the secured end of the pre-planned evac approach.
I will let you choose the soundtrack for this one, fan fiction world. Four exhilarating minutes later, he completes The MacMillan Run and returns to the House of Commons and their security detail for the final escort part of the rescue mission.
Colonel MacMillan: Clear for now. If we speed walk this, we can beat their friends who are gonna come looking. Let's move.
MI6 TL: Alright, you heard the man. Come on.
MP Daniella: So, how's learning to fly like Tom Cruise in Top Gun going?
Colonel MacMillan: Well, actually. Did and called in a bunch of favors for my American friends, and they gave me a chance to learn how to fly aeroplanes and even helicopters.
MP Karen: Wow. Your Americanisms are definitely gonna get you abandoned by our fellow Scots.
Colonel MacMillan: Don't care. My Americanisms were the ones that kept me from losing my mind to you cunts.
MP Bernadette: Losing your mind? What are you talking about?
Colonel MacMillan: *groans* You can't seriously be this airheaded. Alright, then let me tell you this fact. Thirteen years of living with the world's most dysfunctional stepfamily would make anyone insane. All of you weren't making my youth any easier.
MP Gretchen: Oh, come on, Mac. Your father always kept me from crashing whenever I drink and drive. It was an accident.
MP Bernadette: When can you start loving us again like back when your father was still alive? You were strong and happy even when your mother couldn't make it through the year. We missed those days. We miss you.
Colonel MacMillan: Oh, you're full of shite. Ever since Dad died, all any of you ever did was ignore me. And now that I'm gone, you miss me. Fucking incredible. So I'll show what's incredible. Fucking incredible. You motherf—
Pixiedust: Mac.
It turns out that in the middle of the long-awaited confrontation/family argument, Colonel MacMillan managed to get MPs Gretchen, Daniella, Karen and Bernadette and the other British politicians along with their MI6 special operations strike force back to the M.S.Z. before the Russian Armed Forces could respond to their fallen brothers and sisters. The first ones to meet him at the entrance are Pixiedust in the flesh, Cypher and Gaz.
Cypher: Easy there, Mac. You're back at base. Finished?
Colonel MacMillan: Just about. Red Coat, Griffen, Burns, the others?
Gaz: They're fine, all of 'em. All of us were more worried about you.
Colonel MacMillan: Don't worry. Everything's alright now. Pratt, VIPs are all yours.
British Army Soldier 5: Roger that, Baseplate. This way, people. We have food, water, shelter and more comfortable clothes inside. Follow me.
MP Gretchen: Mac, wait. If it's any consolation, you have our thanks for getting us here.
Colonel MacMillan: *sighs* Thoughtful. But I didn't do this for any of you. I did it for Dad. I may not love you anymore, but I know he still does in his own special way. Even if you did replace my mum. Even if you did get him killed.
MP Gretchen: Please, Mac. You know we don't have much time left. Especially now.
Colonel MacMillan: Then tell me. Why were you drunk driving that day? Why didn't any of you come to Dad's funeral? Why did you leave me alone?
MP Gretchen: I just had this massive promotion in the Scottish Parliament. I partied with my friends till morning. Only for your father to wake me up because my bosses wanted me to get to work immediately. You already know your father couldn't drive because of his broken left arm at that time. And you're right. What your sisters were fighting about in the car was stupid. It shouldn't have distracted your father. I chose to take your sisters with me to work because you were a smart and strong boy. When you processed everything that had happened, I knew you were gonna blame us. I took my daughters away not to protect them from you but to keep you from doing something you'll regret. And I couldn't bear to look at you after failing your father. So, I buried myself in my job's orders and responsibilities. Look, you don't have to forgive us. But just because we weren't there for you, that didn't mean we didn't stop thinking about you. We are more than happy and willing to help you with anything when needed, now that you know what we do. We won't be far away. Not this time. *extends right hand*
[MP Daniella, MP Karen and MP Bernadette extend their right hands]
[Colonel MacMillan shakes MP Gretchen, MP Daniella, MP Karen and MP Bernadette's hands]
Pixiedust: *hugs Colonel MacMillan* I'm proud of you, Wallace.
[Colonel MacMillan hugs Pixiedust back]
Cypher: I knew you two would get close.
Pixiedust: *laughs* We're not that close, Cypher.
Colonel MacMillan: Oh, ha ha. You're a funny man, eh, Victor? A very funny man.
Red Coat: *laughs* *grunts* We're real proud of you and all, but we're still gonna get nuked by our own government. Sorry for ruining the moment.
Colonel MacMillan: No, no, it's fine. But, hang on. Are you three good to go?
Griffen: Just a mild concussion, sir. Lucky us.
Burns: For forcing our leaders to create that shitshow, I'm ready for payback.
Ridley: Pixiedust, got anything new from command?
Pixiedust: Command's getting a task force together at Bravo Papa. You all need to get there if we are to have any chance in saving London. After what you've been doing, they've raided it and turned it into their stronghold.
Gaz: Bravo Papa itself. Always wanted to see what's in there. Shall we?
Colonel MacMillan: Assemble in the DAP. I'll meet you there.
Cypher: You heard him, mates. Load up.
Colonel MacMillan: Hey, uh, if I don't see you again, Laurie, thank you... for everything. Taking care of my disabled arse for nearly seven years wasn't easy. So I thank you, Colonel.
Pixiedust: *giggles* You American media fanboy. Not that I blame you. The United States is a dream factory. It's been an honor, Colonel. Coffee and a big breakfast after this?
Colonel MacMillan: You're on.
[Colonel MacMillan and Pixiedust fist-bump]
With a friendly nuclear threat hanging over London and a clock ticking, Alpha Team ft. Red Coat flies to Bravo Papa to assist the British Government's task force and attempt to stop the bombardment.
