October 1st, 2026 - 07:00:10, Landstuhl, Germany, 1 month and 2 days in Landstuhl Regional Medical Center, which is located near Ramstein Air Force Base, later, Captain Price wakes up from a medically induced coma after being exposed to the F.S.B.'s Sarin Gas. And Laswell, Kyle, Soap, Ghost, Sandman, Truck and Grinch are the first ones to welcome him back to the land of the living.
ONE MONTH LATER
Laswell: (faintly) *holds Captain Price's hands* John, can you hear me? John? Captain John Price?
Captain Price: *gasps* Kate. Didn't think I'd see your beautiful face again. Wait. Are we dead?
Laswell: *giggles* Of course not, you romantic idiot. Not even Russia's worst can kill you.
[Captain Price chuckles and coughs]
Soap: Mornin', sir. Remind me to keep you away from chemical weapons at all times. Carrying your shite-filled arse around was the worst.
[Task Force 141 laughs]
[C.I.A. Special Activities Center laughs]
Kyle: Take it easy, Cap. You beat the gas, but you still need some time to recover.
Captain Price: I'm fine.
Kyle: Got headache? Nausea?
Captain Price: Always.
Kyle: He's good.
Soap: Was worried your face was gonna melt off like Kamarov. Poor bastard.
Ghost: If you ask me, it'd be an improvement.
[Soap chuckles]
Captain Price: Fucking Ivan, Makarov and all those Inner Circle cunts. Somehow, they knew.
Kyle: What an arsehole. Can't wait to see you finally beat the shit outta him, Cap.
Laswell: Task Force Rogue. They were watching us from Mazar-i-Sharīf and tipped off the Inner Circle.
Ghost: Do we have proof of that, Laswell?
Laswell: When we find more of Makarov's top players, we will. Yuri and the dead Taliban bodies there ain't enough. But MI6, F.S.B. and I've been working overtime since Rosatom.
Captain Price: Makarov had been out of prison for 6 hours, and he was already ahead of us. We need to expand 141.
Laswell: That shouldn't be hard. Russia's campaigns in London, Toronto and Sydney are over.
Captain Price: Wait, really?
Laswell: Yep. As expected, the Russians bit more than they could chew and paid dearly for it. All international news are strictly monitored at the moment in order to keep The Kremlin from realizing that they've lost.
Captain Price: Then we need to step it up. Task Force Rogue and Russia are a match made in Hell, and the world wants us to send them back.
Sandman: Already are, John. Farah and Alex are about to conduct a false flag op that will surely work this time.
Captain Price: Interesting, Warren. Where are they now?
08:05:10, Moscow Domodedovo International Airport, Russia, Farah, Alex and eight deep cover C.I.A. Special Activities Center Agents are currently posing as tourists and boarding a Rossiya Airlines flight lucky enough to not get canceled because of World War 3. To look and act the part, the two Afghan-American team leaders enjoy themselves with coffee and almost forget that they are on a job as they watch their teammates go through airport security without anyone stopping them.
RT: (Russian) This is RT breaking news!
RT News Anchor 3: (Russian) Now that the long month of careful and discreet investigations has ended, GRU Agents and Vympel Operators who were dispatched by the Ultranationalist Party have come to the conclusion that the chemical attack on Rosatom's Afghan facility was the work of the F.S.B. Specifically, the Government Loyalist side of The Kremlin. Their mission, to derail the Ultranationalists' initiative in retaking control of Afghanistan with the United States of America out of the Middle East. With the blood of 800 ordinary Russian citizens on the hands of the Government Loyalists, what do you think are the undecided and independent sides of The Kremlin going to do about this horrific terrorist attack?
RT News Anchor 4: (Russian) Absolutely nothing!
[Farah and Alex smile and nod]
[C.I.A. Agents smile and nod back]
RT News Anchor 4: (Russian) I would not even be surprised if the West helped the Government Loyalists then and is still helping them now. And the undecided and the independent have continuously been as useless as... well, to be perfectly blunt, as a broken condom! For the safety of our children, our future, and our dreams for the best Russian life ever conceivable, the Ultranationalist Party is our only hope.
Once the flight information display system changes the Moscow to Kabul plan from on time to boarding, Farah and Alex finish their coffee, join their O.G.A. sponsored backup, and get on their Boeing 777-300ER (Extended Range). 12:30:10, Rossiya Airlines Flight 407 is in Afghan airspace and 28 minutes away from the capital.
This is the best opportunity to frame the United States and force them into World War 3 again as Kilo 1 and Echo 3-1 finish enjoying themselves in the Mile-High Club for the past 4 hours and gear up.
[door opens]
Alex: *exhales* (quietly) Thanks, honey. That was a lot of fun. *pinches Farah's butt*
Farah: *exhales* (quietly) (off comms) Anything for you, my dear. (on comms) Silence 1, this is Kilo 1. Are we ready, over?
Silence 1: Affirmative, Kilo 1. Good radio discipline. Real American. Shall we?
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Passenger
1st October, 2026 - 12:30:40
Marshal Farah Karim
Task Force 141, C.I.A. Special Activities Center
Afghan Airspace
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Alex: FOR AMERICA!
Farah: FOR AMERICA!
Silence Team: FOR AMERICA!
[Glock 19 Gen 5 fire]
[Russian Crowd yelps, screams and cries]
Russian Female 1: AIR MARSHAL! HELP—
[GSh-18 Tactical fire]
Russian Male 1: SOMEONE! ANYONE! PLEASE HELP US—
[PMM fire]
Farah and Alex kick off the indiscriminate murder of any and all civilians in the plane, with Silence Team following suit shortly after. And they are supported by the entire flight crew and all four air marshals thanks to some strings pulled by the F.S.B.
Alex: Watch out for big men, Farah. They can overpower you and steal your gun.
Farah: Copy that.
Air Marshal TL: I hear movement in *points* that bathroom.
Farah: I'll handle it.
Russian Male 2: (muffled) WE SURRENDER!
Russian Female 2: (muffled) NO! PLEASE, NO—
[Glock 19 Gen 5 fire]
Farah: *opens door* Clear. Should have finished with your friend early like us.
Alex: Bad time to join the Mile-High Club. *laughs*
[Russian Male Baby cries]
[Glock 19 Gen 5 fire]
Alex: Sorry, kid. But we need America to join the fight now.
[Russian Female Baby cries]
[Glock 19 Gen 5 fire]
Farah: Welcome to my world, Russia's children. Your sacrifices will not be in vain.
Four and a half minutes of lethally styling on every Russian citizen and some other nationals later, Task Force 141 gathers their C.I.A./F.S.B. teammates and prepares for exfil via HALO. Just as the flight crew and the air marshals rig the airplane to blow so that it can crash.
Farah: Nice work, people. I'm glad we're all here. As much as I enjoy this party, it's time to leave.
Alex: You heard the lady. Form up and prepare to jump!
Silence 1: Roger that, sir, ma'am.
Air Marshal TL: I have our parachutes. Come one, come all.
Flight 407 Captain: We have rigged the plane with C4. They have U.S. Army markings on them. Nice little presents for the investigators.
Farah: (Russian) Perfect. My explosive is set. Stand back!
[C6 Breaching Charge detonation]
Alex GO! GO! GO! Go on, Farah! I'm right behind you! LAST MAN!
Flight 407 First Officer: Detonating!
[explosions]
Flight 407 First Officer: FUCK YOU, AMERICA! *maniacally laughs*
