August 30th, 2026 - 08:00:18, Mazar-i-Sharīf, Afghanistan, present day, Laswell is more than grateful for the safe return of Task Force 141 after meeting Task Force Rogue for the first time. But as much as she wants to keep them safe, the C.I.A. still has fresh missions waiting to be accomplished.
Australian S.A.S.R.
COL. Ned 'Bishop' White
Laswell: Fucking Task Force Rogue. We got real lucky when they let you walk with your lives. Unfortunately, the C.I.A. and the world need us more than ever.
Tracking...
COL. Ned 'Bishop' White
Australian S.A.S.R.
Sydney, NSW, Australia
Task Force 141
Cpt. John Price
Laswell: I know things went sideways in Chicago. Believe me, I wouldn't be sending any of you out again so soon if we could avoid it. Task Force Rogue just came out of the shadows, full force. The group must've been preparing for this moment since Mexico. But as much as we want to get back at them for what they did to Task Force Los Vaqueros, Alejandro, Rodolfo, and their families, we have more pressing problems.
Captain Price: Which are?
Laswell: The United States is sitting on their fat asses and doing nothing while World War 3 rages on. It's just like the early years of World War 2 all over again.
Soap: However, unlike the Second World War, the enemy is biting more than they can chew. Especially after losing the Russo-Ukrainian War. Maybe the Americans know it's best to just leave it to us.
Laswell: But what my dumbass countrymen forgot to take into consideration is Russia's nuclear arsenal. If they use it, winning all three fronts and taking the fight to Moscow won't matter. Fucking President Trump has halted all foreign aid ever since he returned to power. The American People may need help, but the world needs it more. So the world must come first.
Kyle: So how do we convince the Yanks to send us, Australia and Canada foreign aid again?
Laswell: With Trump in power for the next six years, we have no other choice but to force America back into the world stage. There's a Russian nuclear power plant run by Rosatom in the outskirts of Mazar-i-Sharīf that's friendly to Afghanistan as it provides The Afghan People with that sweet, sustainable nuclear energy (fictional). With Russia the world's number one bad guy, the C.I.A. and the entire U.S. Government has deemed this facility and its workers fair game. We are going to launch a chemical attack on Rosatom and pin it on the United States.
Ghost: False flag operation on your own?
Laswell: Precisely, Ghost. This lesson needs to be taught hard. Once America's in the fray, finding and killing Makarov this time will be so much easier.
Kyle: That... might actually work.
Sandman: It needs to. The American People not only have to send foreign aid again, but they also have to fight in World War 3 now. We can't fall behind in terms of military experience.
Captain Price: I'm in. As long as Makarov dies, the United States can go to Hell.
Laswell: I'm glad you all see things my way.
Truck: Happy to save the world, Laswell. Just one question. How do we get ourselves some chemical weapons?
Laswell: The F.S.B. saved some of President Imran Zakhaev's Sarin Gas. Kamarov can get us enough for the job and smuggle it in the power plant.
Kyle: Not surprising but useful now. Good on you, Kamarov.
Laswell: We also need to kill a good number of Russian workers to add some American incompetence into the mix. Do it quietly because Rosatom is connected to the Russian Government and might have a panic button in case of an attack. American weapons and patches only.
Grinch: Any plausible deniability for us, Laswell?
Laswell: 100 percent, Grinch. Gotta keep you all safe.
Grinch: Aww, thanks, mom.
Captain Price: I want Farah and Alex on this mission as our panic button. Next to Soap, they're the best snipers I know.
Laswell: I'll pick 'em up and bring 'em over to Mazar-i-Sharīf. You'll be dropping from a disguised C-17 operated by my people. Let's remind the United States of their sacred duty to the world, 141. Report back when boots are on the ground. Watcher, out.
Located
Cpt. John Price
Task Force 141
Mazar-i-Sharīf, Afghanistan
August 30th, 2026 - 08:02:18
Nearly an hour later, Task Force 141 is up and away to frame the United States into fighting in World War 3. With Senior Lieutenant Fyodor Kamarov already in the Rosatom Nuclear Power Plant and smuggling the Sarin Gas into its reactor.
C.I.A. Jumpmaster: Two minutes!
Farah: Happy to fight alongside you again so soon, 141!
Captain Price: Likewise, Farah.
Alex: Ready to give my dumb-as-rocks countrymen a rude wake-up call?
Farah: I never liked the Americans anyway. With some exceptions, of course. Welcome to the good fight, Metal Team.
Sandman: Thank you, Farah, Alex.
Grinch: No higher honor than this.
Truck: Thanks for the warm welcome. Now let's go save the world.
C.I.A. Jumpmaster: 60 seconds to the primary DZ!
[door opens]
Alex: Call us when you need us.
C.I.A. Jumpmaster: Outside AO limits! Kilo 1, Echo 3-1, go!
[Farah and Alex HALO off]
Sandman: Good hunting, all.
C.I.A. Jumpmaster: Outside perimeter! Metal Team, Bravo 7, Hotel 7, go!
[Metal Team, Kyle and Ghost HALO off]
C.I.A. Jumpmaster: Standby! Bravo 6, Hotel 6, go!
[Captain Price and Soap HALO off]
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Reactor
30th August, 2026 - 09:00:18
Cpt. John Price
Task Force 141, C.I.A. Special Activities Center, F.S.B.
20 Miles North of Mazar-i-Sharīf, Afghanistan
--
Touchdown.
Laswell: Watcher to 141, ISR is overhead. We have three key areas we can shoot, with one strictly off-limits.
Captain Price: Which one would that be, Watcher?
Kamarov: The headquarters building. We want to hit it with the Sarin. Investigators will take a look at it first.
Captain Price: Roger. What're the three points of interest?
Laswell: The containment building, the power transformer, and the cooling tower. Don't worry. You don't have to enter it literally. Just kill those working outside.
Kamarov: The containment building will be volatile. So if you are going to ignite it, make sure you are in a safe distance. And just kill people in the power transformer. Do not destroy it. Electricity will be needed to reach my position: the Reactor.
Captain Price: Copy all. Alright, 141, let's go to work. Bravo 6, out.
Soap: I can pick off anyone stupid enough to spot us from a distance. Close to medium range targets are all yours, sir.
Captain Price: Roger that, Soap. On me.
[M4A1 Block II fire]
[S.A.S. Dagger hit]
[MSR fire]
Captain Price and Soap quietly shoot their way to their first and closest target, the Containment Building, while posing as a Delta Operator and an Army Ranger. Once just outside it, Hotel 6 climbs up the downspout to keep an eye out from up high while Bravo 6 sweeps from top to bottom.
All while Kyle, Ghost, Sandman, Truck and Grinch ensure that no one gets in or out as a DEVGRU (Naval Special Warfare Development Group/formerly SEAL Team 6) Operator, a Marine Raider, an I.S.A. Operator, a Green Beret, and a 24th Special Tactics Squadron Operator. And Kamarov successfully takes the Russian chemical weapon in the Reactor as a C.I.A. S.O.G. Operator.
Soap: (quietly) Going high to keep an eye out. *climbs downspout*
Captain Price: (quietly) Moving interior. *opens door*
[Vector Gen II fire]
[Glock 19 Gen 5 fire]
[S.A.S. Dagger hit]
Captain Price: (off comms) Bad day at the office. (on comms) All stations, Containment Building is clear and an American mess.
Laswell: Good progress, John. Keep it coming. Hotel 7, Kilo 1, gimme a SITREP.
Ghost: Just killed a couple of workers trying to take a piss. No one else out here.
Farah: Sitting tight, Watcher. All quiet.
Soap: Let's go, sir.
[MSR fire]
Soap: Beautiful.
Captain Price: Good shit.
At the Power Transformer, since there is no good place to camp, Soap goes with Captain Price in the stealthy assault.
Soap: (quietly) No good spot for a sniper. I'm going with you on this one, Captain.
Captain Price: (quietly) Okay. On me, I got the better weapon. *scoffs* God, I hate American guns.
[Vector Gen II fire]
[Glock 19 Gen 5 fire]
Captain Price: Clear. Solid CQB skills, Soap.
Soap: (off comms) Never out of practice, sir. (on comms) Hotel 6 to Watcher, Power Transformer's checked and cleared. We're moving to the Cooling Tower, over.
[M4A1 Block II fire]
Laswell: Copy that, Hotel 6. Good call, Captain. The fewer groups walking around, the better.
Kamarov: All stations, this is Yankee 2. Sarin Gas is in position. Ready for the big pitch, over.
Laswell: Outstanding, Yankee 2. Hold position and await in-person confirmation and extraction from the others, over.
Kamarov: Copy, Watcher. Heh. Did you know that I survived the Chernobyl Disaster firsthand?
Sandman: For real?
Kamarov: Yes. I was a child visiting my Ukrainian relatives when it happened. We were lucky to be far enough from the affected area.
Grinch: Damn, dude. That's ice cold. And we've been through tough shit even before joining Delta Force.
And just like before, the Cooling Tower does not have any high ground fit for a sniper nearby.
Soap: (quietly) *groans* No wonder Nuke in Counter-Strike 2 isn't good for snipers. Should've suppressed my rifle.
Captain Price: (quietly) Next time. Come on.
[M4A1 Block II fire]
[Glock 19 Gen 5 fire]
Soap: For the world or not, this is a fucking mess. I hope this'll be worth it.
Captain Price: (off comms) Good. The messier things look, the more people are gonna believe it was the Yanks. (on comms) Watcher, Cooling Tower is clear. We're ready to join Kamarov.
Laswell: Excellent news. You and Soap are cleared to proceed. Yankee 2, this is Watcher. Bravo 6 and Hotel 6 are en route to the Reactor. You ready to welcome them in, over?
Kamarov: Affirmative, Watcher. Nothing but some regular honest day's work down here— Hold on, I think I see something.
Watcher: Ah, shit. ISR's getting some interference. Yankee 2, what's going on?
Kamarov: I am seeing some familiar faces from F.S.B.'s most wanted list wearing Rosatom uniforms. I am—
[static]
Laswell: Yankee 2? Yankee 2?
Captain Price: Kamarov. Kamarov, report. Watcher, do you have eyes on our boy?
Laswell: Negative. I can't see anything. ISR is being jammed.
Soap: What do we do, Captain?
Captain Price: Continue, but wear your gas mask.
Soap: 141, you got all that?
Kyle: Mm-hmm. We're scaling the Reactor now. All of us.
Captain Price: Good call, Kyle.
[door opens]
Inside the Reactor itself, Task Force 141 gets a horrific surprise in the form of Yankee 2 tied to a chair and trapped in a bulletproof glass box with holes. But unlucky for them, the bad news does not stop there.
Laswell: Bravo, Hotel, are you in the Reactor? What do you see?
Captain Price: Kamarov tied to a chair and trapped in a glass box.
[M4A1 Block II fire]
Soap: Shite, it's bulletproof!
Kamarov: I am sorry, Task Force 141. Get out of here. Leave me.
Makarov: (Russian) Captain Price, Captain MacTavish, Hell awaits you.
Kamarov: NOW!
Ghost: Price, Johnny, get outta there!
Captain Price: Up the stairs—
[C4 Explosive Charge detonation]
[Sarin Gas disperses]
[Kamarov painfully screams and painfully groans]
Captain Price: KAMAROV!
Soap: NOOOO!
Makarov: Yuri, my friend. You never should have come here.
Kyle: Yuri? What?!
Yuri: I now know which side I am on, Vladimir! You better pray someone else kills you before I do.
Kyle: If Yuri's on our channels, Task Force Rogue's gotta be nearby! Scan the area and kill 'em all!
Alex: On it!
Farah: Scanning the horizon!
Grinch: We're looking! We're looking!
Ghost: Kyle! Help me set up emergency extraction for Price and Soap!
Captain Price: Contact coming from the gas!
[M4A1 Block II fire]
[AK-105 fire]
[PKP Pecheneg-SP fire]
[Saiga-12 fire]
Soap: It's the Inner Circle!
[DD M4A1 fire]
[M203A2 fire]
[explosion]
[Ultranationalist Inner Circle Operators painfully scream]
As if watching Senior Lieutenant Fyodor Kamarov get gassed to death and facing a substantial amount of deep undercover Ultranationalist Inner Circle Operators was not hard enough. Things go from bad to worse as a very familiar face shows up to reconnect with Captain Price.
Ghost: Rope's down! Ascenders! Grab it!
Captain Price: Go on, Soap! Covering!
Soap: Got it!
Milena: Bravo 6 is all alone. Go get him, Ivan.
Ivan: What an inspired act of courage!
[Captain Price turns around to kill Ivan]
[Ivan catches Captain Price's M4A1 Block II]
[M4A1 Block II fire]
[Ivan palm strikes Captain Price's M4A1 Block II away and gives him two haymakers]
[Captain Price tries to counter-attack]
[Ivan blocks Captain Price's left haymaker, dodges his right jab, and counters with a punch to the right hip, a knee strike to the chest, and another right haymaker]
[Captain Price yells and tries to punch Ivan in the face]
Ivan: *catches Captain Price's right punching hand* First in, last out. *cracks Captain Price's gas mask's visor with right cross* Exactly how an Operator should live.
[Captain Price coughs and painfully groans]
Milena: Hostiles at the top of the Reactor.
[AK-74M UUK fire]
[bullets ricochet]
[bullets hit]
Ivan: Hey! Western attachments actually work well with my AK-74M!
Soap: Captain, we don't have a clear shot! Grab the rope and get outta there now!
Captain Price: Got it!
Ivan: *laughs* (English) Yes. Run, royal minions. (Russian) Ready up! We are leaving!
Bravo 6 barely escapes Ivan's trap and is immediately hit with Sarin Gas's antidote, defecating in his pants while passing out due to the side effects.
[AK-105 fire]
[PKP Pecheneg-SP fire]
[Saiga-12 fire]
[bullets ricochet]
[bullets hit]
Soap: Grab my hand! *lifts Captain Price up*
Farah: Injecting antidote!
[Captain Price painfully groans, collapses and passes out]
Kyle: (faintly) Shit! Alex, get us outta here! Price needs immediate MEDEVAC!
Back in the fourth largest city in Afghanistan, Yuri, Nomad and Chaos have been observing everything through Rosatom Nuclear Power Plant's CCTV system.
Yuri: It's a shame we can't save everyone.
Chaos: Yeah. Stay there any longer to evacuate the facility, and 141 would've found and ended us before we could even start. Still, getting in, hacking the security cameras, and leaving without harming anyone or raising any alarms? Most impressive, Yuri.
Yuri: Thank you, Chaos. Makarov is better than I thought. Hacked Task Force 141's communications channel and our own.
Nomad: Comes with the hunt. We were all bound to discover each other sooner or later. *looks down* Looks like whatever's left of the Taliban is on Czar 9-0 Actual's payroll.
Yuri: *cracks neck* Shall we?
Chaos: Let's go have some fun.
Nomad: C4 sandwich for your ass?
[C4 Explosive Charge detonation]
[Taliban Terrorists painfully scream]
