Laswell: MI6 is relaying waves of Ultranationalist Inner Circle chatter to us.
Captain Price: Bottom line it, Kate. Where are they?
Laswell: Inner Circle's in London.
Kyle: Bloody Hell.
Truck: Is Makarov alive?
Laswell: There's comms from a Czar 9-0 Actual.
Captain Price: That's his callsign.
Sandman: What are they doing in London, Laswell?
Laswell: Signals Intelligence shows Inner Circle's meeting with a known black hat tomorrow in Victoria Tower Gardens South (because "Greensbury Park" doesn't exist, Infinity Ward, Sledgehammer Games, you cheap pussy bastards).
Grinch: A hacker.
Captain Price: That's our mark.
Kyle: What's Inner Circle want access to?
Laswell: We need to find that out and stop it.
Captain Price: That hacker can lead us to Makarov.
Sandman: Inner Circle's in London. He can't be far behind.
Captain Price: We get solid intel, we'll have to move quickly.
Kyle: I'll coordinate with London Metro and get SFO standing by.
Captain Price: Ghost, Sandman, Truck, Grinch, you plug into London's CCTV network. Be our eyes. The rest of us will tail the mark on the ground. Makarov could be in our backyard. We get wind of where he is, we'll move on it. For now, let's follow our mark and find him.
Once Captain Price, Laswell, Kyle, Sandman, Truck and Grinch have left the briefing area to prepare, Soap and Ghost quietly take over the mission planning cutscene for a discussion of their own.
Soap: (quietly) Looks like it'll be me who has to let them into our open forum.
Ghost: (quietly) I'll try to back you up on comms and discreetly block Laswell from our channel as long as I can. Ridley's taught me a few tricks. But sir, I gotta ask. If they won't listen, what are we gonna do?
Soap: (quietly) I... honestly don't know, Ghost. All I want to do now is keep Price and Kyle safe, even if it'll cost me my job or my life. If you want out of this, then you can disappear once your job on the CCTV's done. I won't hold it against you.
Ghost: (quietly) You know me better than that, Johnny. I won't hold whatever future plans you have against you as well. But there has got to be another way.
Soap: (quietly) Then let's pray we find it, and that Baseplate won't think we're full of shite, Simon.
Ghost: (quietly) Alright.
October 5th, 2026 - 16:00:00, Victoria Tower Gardens South, London, United Kingdom, Operation Trojan Horse starts once Jodie Matthews, a female British hacker high on MI5's (Military Intelligence, Section 5) most wanted list, is in Task Force 141's sights. While it may be a risk, Soap tries to save Captain Price and Kyle by inviting him to his and Ghost's open forum anyway.
Ghost: Hotel 7 to Watcher, CCTV is online.
Laswell: Copy visual. Team U.S.A. mobile command center is online, too.
Sandman: You need security? Truck, Grinch and I can reposition to you.
Laswell: I'm good, Metal Team. Britain's finest domestic counter-terrorist team is with me.
Captain Price: If they fail to protect you, I'll cut their balls off.
Grinch: And I'll take all their female workers hostage as punishment.
Laswell: *giggles* I bet you would.
Kyle: Task Force, I got eyes on the mark. Black hoodie.
Ghost: Confirmed. That's the infamous Jodie Matthews. It's what Ridley would've said.
Laswell: Good check. Let's go to work, 141.
Ghost: Rog'. Get ready to move, Bravo, Hotel 6. Soap, you're good. (quietly) 3 minutes.
Soap: Solid copy.
--
Trojan Horse
5th October, 2026 - 16:00:58
Captain John Price
Task Force 141, British CTSFO
London, United Kingdom
--
Captain Price: Roll easy. Inner Circle may be watchin' this too.
Soap: (quietly) Aye. Then we need to talk like strangers having a friendly chat.
Kyle: Not sure if—
Soap: (quietly) I'll tell you what Ghost and I've been talking about in private if we do this. It will also keep us under the radar. Win-win.
Captain Price: Alright then. *clears throat* Got a light, mate?
[Kyle lights Captain Price's cigar]
Soap: *gives smartphone to Captain Price* (quietly) I once thought Romanova was rich, but Laswell makes her look homeless. She had to ask her for money to buy that apartment complex back in St. Petersburg because her weekly paycheck wasn't coming fast enough.
Captain Price: The fuck? Where in the hell did you get this? *gives Soap's smartphone back*
Soap: (quietly) Where do you think? I asked Ridley to crack Athena's PC's hard drive open before Laswell buried it.
Kyle: Even if it is credible evidence, what exactly are you trying to achieve? Because let me tell you, you are way in over your head.
Soap: (quietly) I'm just trying to protect you two from a possible setup. *sighs* Kingfish's got a bone to pick with everyone in and from the West. That's why he started World War 3. Which makes London kind of random, in my opinion. Even for Laswell. If I were the bastard, I would've started with America.
Captain Price: Cheers. Mark's going. C'mon.
Kyle: Maybe Makarov knows he's onto us. Maybe that's why he's targeting London.
Ghost: Wait. She's tying her shoe, likely checking if she's being followed.
Soap: *pets German Shepherd named Riley* Good doggy. (quietly) That's a very big "maybe", Kyle. Have any of you even seen the MI6 intel package that got us here? Because Ghost and I sure haven't.
Captain Price: Does it matter? Laswell already explained it to us.
Ghost: Mark's moving again. Keep on her.
Soap: (quietly) YES, it does. Have you forgotten the fact about everyone who works in those bloody alphabetical agencies? All of them are professional liars. Secondhand reports from them are not good enough.
Captain Price: Laswell is better than a professional liar. And her report is good enough for me.
Kyle: I wouldn't forget who's in charge of this task force if I were you, MacTavish.
[Jodie's smartphone rings]
Soap: Her phone's ringing.
Laswell: Get close and listen in. I'll personally share the MI6 intel package with you once this is over, Soap. I understand where you're coming from.
Captain Price: There. See? Happy now, Soap? *checks out postcards*
Soap: (quietly) (on comms) Mm-hmm. Thanks for the clarification, mates. (silently) (off comms) Fuck me. *takes photos of silver human statue*
Jodie: Hey. I got the payment. Dropped the flash drive behind the rubbish bins. A bonus? If I join you in Regent's Park Barracks? Sounds like fun. Count me in. Alright, I'll be there at 4:15. Not a minute more.
Laswell: What's the word?
Captain Price: She made a drop for a buyer she's gonna meet in Regent's Park Barracks *checks watch* 10 minutes from now.
Sandman: Shit. That's the 21st S.A.S. Regiment's base.
Captain Price: Kyle, get the van. Soap and I will maintain eyes until she gets to her vehicle.
Hotel 6's attempt to get Bravo 6 and Bravo 7 cautious with Watcher has failed. But the gnawing piece that does not fit in Operation Trojan Horse would become the least of Soap's concerns as Jodie rides to Regent's Park Barracks fast thanks to her sports bike.
Captain Price: Shit. Go. Go!
[tires screech]
[doors open]
Captain Price: Move, Kyle! I'll drive.
Soap: You see what she's driving?! We're in a van, team! We're fucked!
Sandman: Not necessarily. We'll tail her with you in a car.
Ghost: I'll maintain eyes.
Captain Price: If she's cutting through traffic, so are we. Hold on tight!
Laswell: London hasn't fully recovered from the war yet, so staying on her shouldn't be too hard.
Kyle: SFO Alpha Team, Bravo Team and Charlie Team, this is Bravo 7 of Task Force 141. We are in pursuit of Jodie Matthews. Be advised, she is inbound for Regent's Park Barracks. Alert 21 S.A.S. and move there now, over.
Alpha 1: Roger that, Bravo 7. Alpha Team is Oscar Mike.
Bravo 1: Bravo Team is moving.
Charlie 1: Charlie Team is on the move.
Upon arriving at the 21st S.A.S. Regiment's headquarters, Task Force 141 sees a full Ultranationalist Inner Circle strike force easily bypass the installation's security systems and protocols and quietly cut down everyone in there like hot knives through butter.
Grinch: Stealth chutes— Wait! Who the hell are the crazies breaking down the entrances?!
21 S.A.S. Operator: WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WHY ISN'T THE ALARM WORKING—
[VKS fire]
[PP-19 Vityaz fire]
[AK-74M UUK fire]
[PKP Pecheneg-SP fire]
[civilian melee weapons hit]
[K12 SAW hit]
[Chainsaw hit]
[Glock 17 Gen 5 fire]
[USP Compact fire]
[P226 MK25 fire]
[British Army Soldiers painfully scream]
Captain Price: FUCK! They've already started their assault!
Laswell: Task Force Rogue?
Soap: (on comms) No, Watcher! Inner Circle and insanely mental civilians! *gives Captain Price and Kyle their gear* (off comms) C.I.A., MI6, what in the bloody Hell did you fucking do?!
[C8 SFW fire]
[M249 Para fire]
[MP9 fire]
Captain Price: Push forward! Liberate Regent's Park Barracks!
Soap: SFO, take point!
Alpha 1: Yes, sir!
[HK 433 fire]
[MCX fire]
Sandman: They're beating and slaughtering our brothers and sisters down here! We'll need more than eighteen SFOs! It's like Vietnam all over again!
[LVOA-C fire]
[MK48 MOD 1 fire]
[MK14 EBR fire]
Things have already gone horribly for the tip of U.K.S.F.'s spear. Some of the 21 S.A.S. Operators and other regular troops may have noticed the ongoing terrorist attack on their home and returned fire, but most have been killed while still in their afternoon naps and/or busy in recreational areas because of the Inner Circle's stealthy approach, the hacked automated defenses and alarm systems thanks to the software Jodie sold to them, and the emotionless, bloodthirsty, armed British civilians on their side.
After Ghost relays the situation straight from the friendly units currently fighting, the British CTSFO dispatches fifteen more squads to support Bravo Team ft. Soap, Metal Team and their already deployed 18-man team. 105 plus E.K.I.A. (Enemy Killed in Action) later, Soap and Truck find a massive bomb planted in the middle of Regent's Park Barracks and immediately get to work on defusing it.
Hotel 7 then reports that Jodie is in the base commander's office with a 4-man Ultranationalist Inner Circle tech team. So Captain Price takes Charlie Team with him and goes after them.
Captain Price: Outdoor area's clear for now! What are we looking at, Soap?
Soap: It's a dirty bomb. C4 with radioactive material.
Captain Price: Inner Circle will blow Regent's Park Barracks and hit London! Can you two disarm it?
Truck: We can. Just need good cover in case the Inner Circle or any more of those crazed civvies try to stop us.
Ghost: Bravo 6, I found Jodie Matthews. She's with an Inner Circle tech team in the base commander's office.
Captain Price: (on comms) Roger that. (off comms) Alpha Team, Bravo Team, Sandman, Truck, secure the perimeter. Charlie Team, with me. We're going to the commander's office.
Alpha 1: On it.
Bravo 1: Roger that.
Charlie 1: On your 6, sir.
Sandman: Kick that hacker bitch's ass, sir!
Grinch: Got you boys covered. Don't stop.
Charlie 1: SFO coming in!
[doors open]
[C8 SFW fire]
[HK 433 fire]
[MCX fire]
Captain Price: S.A.S. and SFO! Heads down and guns up! Move!
British Army Soldier 6: Oh, thank God! What the fuck is going on?!
Captain Price: Bloody terrorist attack! Kill every soldier not wearing our flag and every civilian gunning for you with a weapon and murderous intent!
British Army Soldier 6: Yes, sir! Shit, shit, SHIT!
[L85A2 fire]
[L86A2 LSW fire]
Captain Price: This is it. *pries door open*
[Flash Grenade detonation]
[C8 SFW fire]
[S.A.S. Dagger hit]
Captain Price: Night-night, treasonous whore.
Charlie 1: Clear. Good work, Bravo 6.
Captain Price: (off comms) That's how it's done. (on comms) Laswell, Jodie Matthews and her tech team are K.I.A., over.
Laswell: Great work as always, John. Find her flash drive and plug me into the computer she used.
Captain Price: On it. Soap, Truck, how's that bomb?
Truck: Bomb's defused, sir. London and the 21st S.A.S. are saved.
Soap: I think we just wiped out half of London over here. This has got mind control and C.I.A. and even MI6 written all over it, I'm telling you.
Captain Price: Soap, NOW is NOT the time for speculation. Help secure that thing and wait for my go, soldier. Found the drive and the PC. Patching you in now. Whatever was on it uploaded into U.K.S.F.'s system itself.
Laswell: I'm in. It's a Trojan Horse. Inner Circle has control of every electronic security and surveillance system in S.A.S. Birmingham HQ and Stirling Lines.
Kyle: Inner Circle's not done with us yet.
Laswell: No, they are not. I just learned that this Ultranationalist mission is called Operation Spetsnaz Payback. This is a special forces war.
Sandman: If they want a war, they just got it. They'll never break the best spec ops unit in the world.
Captain Price: Agreed. With that said, Stirling Lines can hold their own for a good while. We're helping Birmingham HQ first.
Kyle: I'll have SFO dispatch a second team.
Nikolai: I can fly you there fast, let you parachute in, and provide close air support in case Birmingham suddenly turns against us. C.I.A. just gave me an AC-130 to play with.
Kyle: An AC-130? You think of everything, Mum.
Laswell: Only the best for my favorite boys. Let's go save the world's best, 141.
With that new development, London and the 21st S.A.S. Regiment safe, and Jodie Matthews and her best customers halfway to the special resting place at the bottom of the River Thames, Task Force 141 rendezvous with Nikolai in Heathrow Airport and boards his C.I.A. sponsored Lockheed Martin/Boeing AC-130J Ghostrider, which is escorted by two Lockheed Martin F-22A Raptors. 20:01:17, Birmingham, West Midlands, Bravo Team, Hotel Team and Metal Team HALO straight into S.A.S. Birmingham HQ and find it under attack by the Inner Circle and half the population of the city.
[AC-130J flies by]
[F-22As fly by]
[red light flashes]
C.I.A. Jumpmaster: Task Force 141, get ready to charge. One minute.
[Task Force 141 checks their parachutes]
[AC-130J flight crew prepares the artillery]
23 S.A.S. Operator: *enemy gunfire* Any station on this channel, this is Delta 4-1 of 23 S.A.S.! Birmingham HQ needs immediate assistance! We are under attack by an unknown hostile military force that's supported by civilians for unknown reasons at this time, and our alarms, CCTV network and automated defenses have been hacked and are out of commission! We need help! Send everything! Ah, shit!
Captain Price: This is Bravo 6 of Task Force 141. We hear you and are about to HALO into your position, Delta 4-1! Hang tight!
Delta 4-1: Task Force 141?! Thank Valhalla! Roger that, we'll watch our fire above!
Captain Price: Watcher, if Inner Circle is controlling our HQs' automated security, can we regain access?
Laswell: MI6 told me the firewall of U.K.S.F.'s network has been breached. MI5 was underestimating Jodie Matthews for far too long.
Kyle: Doesn't matter. They won't kill us. Delta 4-1, Bravo 7 of 141. Are there any Americans, Australians and Canadians among the enemy forces attacking you now?
Ghost: Are you serious?
Delta 4-1: Americans, Australians and Canadians?! Negative, Bravo 7! All of 'em are yelling in a foreign language! Russian, maybe! Please hurry!
Ghost: Did you almost get him killed just to see if Task Force Rogue was there, Garrick?
Kyle: Just making sure, Leftenant Riley.
Captain Price: Good call.
Ghost: *shakes head* And you two think Soap and I are paranoid?
[yellow light flashes]
[door opens]
C.I.A. Jumpmaster: (hand signal) Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
[green light flashes]
C.I.A. Jumpmaster: (hand signal) Jump.
The 23rd S.A.S. Regiment's headquarters faces the same problem as the 21st S.A.S. Regiment's. The only differences are the attacking citizens being from Birmingham and the Ultranationalist Inner Circle dirty bomb being nowhere inside the installation's perimeter yet.
It is pretty much rinse and repeat except with more friendly firepower, fewer casualties, and less need for the British CTSFO.
[HK 433 fire]
[C7A2 fire]
[C8 SFW fire]
[G28 fire]
[L115A3 fire]
[M249 Para fire]
[L86 LSW SOCOM fire]
Delta 4-1: Welcome to our little tea party, Task Force 141!
Captain Price: You can buy us a drink later! Push up and watch your fire! The Ultranationalists outside have a dirty bomb that'll hit us and Birmingham if it goes off!
Delta 4-1: Roger that, sir! Form up and push forward! Fire for effect!
Captain Price: Stay close! Follow my orders! Let's take their bomb away from them, yeah?!
Kyle: With pleasure, Cap!
[Hotel Team nods]
Metal Team: HOOAH!
[M249 Para fire]
[MP9 fire]
[M249 Para fire]
[HK 433 fire]
Sandman: Shame Task Force Rogue couldn't show up! It would've been fun to light those sons of bitches the fuck up!
Truck: Must be too much of pussies to help a friend in need!
Grinch: I wouldn't be surprised!
[LVOA-C fire]
[MK48 MOD 1 fire]
[MK14 EBR fire]
[VKS fire]
[PP-19 Vityaz fire]
[AK-74M UUK fire]
[PKP Pecheneg-SP fire]
[civilian melee weapons hit]
[K12 SAW hit]
[Chainsaw hit]
[Glock 17 Gen 5 fire]
[USP Compact fire]
[P226 MK25 fire]
[British Army Soldiers painfully scream]
[23 S.A.S. Operators painfully scream]
Soap: There's the bomb!
Captain Price: Tangos down! All Metal and Hotel, get that bomb inside and defuse it!
Sandman: You got it, Cap!
Delta 4-1: Just take it in, gents! We'll do the defusing once out of the combat zone!
Captain Price: Keep that bomb and our boys covered, Kyle!
Kyle: Lighting 'em up!
[M32A1 MSGL fire]
[explosions]
Truck: That's it! Dirty bomb's secured!
Captain Price: Nikolai, Inner Circle I.E.D. is in friendly hands and out of the combat zone! You are cleared to provide CAS! Recommend using 105 shells! Bring the rain!
Nikolai: Great choice, Bravo 6. Be advised, ground team is requesting 105s.
[M102 fire]
[L/60 fire]
[GAU-12/U fire]
[explosions]
[Ultranationalist Inner Circle Operators painfully scream]
[British Crowd painfully screams]
Nikolai: 141, the gunners say the battle zone is clear. Can you see people we can't see?
Soap: Negative. You got 'em all, Nikolai. Nice work. Damn C.I.A. and MI6.
Kyle: Enough, Soap. Them being behind the insane civvies is too much of a conspiracy to believe.
Captain Price: He's right, Soap. Don't let Task Force Rogue get in your head. Watcher, Birmingham HQ is secure. What's the status of Stirling Lines?
Laswell: Not hit yet, but Hereford's traffic cams picked up this. Already confirmed in facial recognition.
Captain Price: Makarov. He's about to hit our home!
Laswell: Nikolai is touching down in Birmingham HQ now. Same plan.
Kyle: And I'll have SFO dispatch a third squad.
Captain Price: Let's move. We may already be too late.
Sandman: Let's pray we aren't.
Once S.A.S. Birmingham HQ and the city itself are Inner Circle, brainwashed civilian and radioactive I.E.D. free, the Former F.S.B. Agent lands, picks Task Force 141 up, and hits the road, or air, again. 23:25:28, Hereford, Laswell's counter-terrorist rescue force expects the defense of Stirling Lines to be much harder than the others simply because of the confirmed presence of Makarov.
But what they get upon touching down is something very few could ever expect.
Grinch: Are my eyes deceiving me, or is Stirling Lines actually deserted?
Kyle: You ain't joking. Not even a dirty bomb here, I think.
Laswell: Cameras in Stirling Lines must be looped. Guess you can teach an old dog new tricks.
Captain Price: Nik, our home looks like a ghost town right now. Do you see anything from you end?
Nikolai: Unconventional. Scanning, stand— Wait. The gunners see what looks like two—
[GSh-30-1 fire]
[F-22As crash]
[explosions]
Nikolai: We just lost our fighter jet escorts!
[Su-57s fly by]
Nikolai: Su-57s! Russian stealth fighters! That's why we couldn't see them coming!
Kyle: Nik, get the hell outta there! They're coming for you dead ahead!
[R-77Ms launch]
Nikolai: *missile approach warning system blares* *struggles* TRYING TO—
[AC-130J explodes]
Kyle: NIK! NOOOO!
Captain Price: NIKOLAI!
[static]
Captain Price: NIKOLAI, DO YOU COPY?!
[static]
Captain Price: Watcher, Nikolai, his AC-130, and his fighters are down and—
[MK20 SSR fire]
[Captain Price and Kyle painfully grunt]
Soap and Sandman: PRICE!
Grinch: SNIPER ON THE AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL TOWER! HE'S MOVING!
[MK14 EBR fire]
Soap: Little Birds coming in from the south! Wait! Is that—
[Hydra 70 launches]
[explosion]
[Hotel Team and Metal Team painfully scream]
[MH-6Ms fly by]
In the blink of an eye, six Ultranationalist Inner Circle Felons shoot down the Ghostrider's Raptor escorts with their Gryazev-Shipunov GSh-30-1 30mm auto-cannon and kill Nikolai Abramovich from the one part of the gunship flares and chaffs cannot protect: the cockpit itself. Things go from bad to worse when an enemy sniper shoots Captain Price in the right hip and Kyle in the groin with three bullets each from the 22nd S.A.S. Regiment's headquarters' air traffic control tower, and Czar 9-0 Actual himself comes in hot in an MD Helicopters MH-6M Little Bird gunship variant and mortally wounds Soap, Ghost, Sandman, Truck and Grinch with a single Hydra 70 rocket before picking up his marksman from the ATC's post.
Task Force 141 finds themselves surrounded by the Inner Circle arming their radioactive I.E.D. right next to them. Shortly after having his worst enemies at his mercy, Makarov lands and meets them with General Alexandra 'Mother Wolf' Makarova herself.
Sandman: *painfully groans* Makarov— Kate?
Truck: Why... didn't you tell us, Kate?
Grinch: We could've joined you. Right, Cap—
[MK20 SSR fire]
Captain Price: *reaches out* WARREN! TERRENCE! ISAIAH!
Makarov: *chuckles* (Russian) My thoughts exactly, Alexandra.
Laswell/Mother Wolf: (Russian) Like we would ever fully trust a Westerner. Especially Americans. *spits on Sandman, Truck and Grinch*
Soap: *painfully groans* I knew it.
Laswell/Mother Wolf: No, you didn't. Task Force Rogue knew it. But they were too late. You were too late. *smirks*
[Ghost painfully yells and covers his face]
Soap: GHOST!
[Makarov steps on Captain Price's wounds]
[Captain Price painfully yells]
Laswell/Mother Wolf: Choose wisely, Soap. No one can be in two places at once. Not even an operator.
Ghost: *waves Soap off* Help Price, Johnny! I'll be fine!
Soap: SHIT! *crawls to Captain Price* *applies pressure to Captain Price's wounds*
[Captain Price heavily breathes]
Kyle: I don't know how... but Soap was right about you! Argh!
[Laswell/Mother Wolf steps on Kyle's wounds]
[Kyle painfully yells]
Laswell/Mother Wolf: Very good, but not good enough. Decades of deep cover work, office politics, and disgusting Western customs have led to this moment. I can finally come home now that Western Civilization's best of the best is in shambles. You know, you could've stopped all this and killed us if you listened to Task Force Rogue. But I knew my truth and British S.A.S. pride would keep you from doing so. It's perfect. My masterpiece.
[Kyle draws his P226 MK25]
[MK20 SSR fire]
Captain Price: *reaches out* KYLE! *painfully groans* No, no, no, no, no, no, NOOOO!
Soap: Captain, Kyle's gone! I need you to stay still, please! Argh!
Captain Price: *heavily breathes* Professional liar to the end, eh? I'll kill you all. I swear I will.
[Makarov, Laswell/Mother Wolf, Ultranationalist Inner Circle Operators and Ultranationalist Inner Circle Agents wheeze and laugh]
Makarov: I would love to see that. *stomps on Captain Price's right hand*
[Captain Price painfully grunts]
[Operator 1911 fire]
Laswell/Mother Wolf: Oh, you were so close.
Makarov: Take this to Hell with you, Captain Britain. Never bury your enemies alive.
[AK-74M UUK fire]
[bullets penetrate]
[Captain Price painfully grunts]
Soap: NO! NO! NO! MAKAROV, STOP! *angrily snarls*
Laswell/Mother Wolf: (English) Ah, ah, ah. Careful now. *steals Soap's P226 MK25 and S.A.S. Dagger* (Russian) Is the bomb ready?
[Ultranationalist Inner Circle Operators and Agents nod and give several thumbs up]
Laswell/Mother Wolf: (Russian) Then it is time to leave. You know your way home. *blows a kiss to Captain Price*
Soap: Fuck you, Laswell! Fuck you, Mother Wolf! I'll—
Laswell/Mother Wolf: Less talk, more medical, S.A.S. Operator. Captain Britain depends on you. Oh, I almost forgot. *drops MI6 Intel Package on Soap's head* A deal is a deal. Enjoy it while you can.
After finishing Lieutenant Kyle Garrick, First Sergeant Warren 'Sandman' Forsing, Master Sergeant Isaiah 'Truck' Edison and Master Sergeant Terrence 'Grinch' O'Hara, and sharing the last bits of truth they will ever hear, Makarov, Special Agent Kate Laswell, who is now confirmed as General Alexandra 'Mother Wolf' Makarova, and their male operators and female agents leave Task Force 141 to die in their home and Hereford now that their last dirty bomb is set to explode in 20 minutes. Soap desperately tries to stabilize Captain Price as fast as possible so that he can also save Ghost.
Captain Price: Soap, Ghost—
Soap: Not now, John. Just rest. Come on. Come on! Argh! Fucking shaking hands. Come on, stay with me, sir.
Captain Price: NO, SOAP, LISTEN! PLEASE! *grabs Soap by the Cage Plate Carrier Set* *lifts himself up* I was wrong. You were right about Laswell. I was just too afraid to see it. And for that... I'm sorry.
Soap: *holds Captain Price's hand* No, you're not. I was wrong. I should've killed her when I had the chance.
Captain Price: There was no way you could've seen her coming. And this is not your fault. This is all on me. It's too late for me... but not for you and Simon. Do what you have to, John. Just... live... and make... Laswell and Makarov pay. (the last breath)
[thud]
Soap: Oh, no! *shakes Captain Price's body* No! No! No! No! JOHN! NO! NO! NOOOO! JOHN! *cries*
Ghost: Johnny. The bomb. *painfully groans*
[Soap retrieves Captain Price's C8 SFW and places it on its owner's body]
Soap: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, all. *sniffles* *crawls to Ghost*
Despite Hotel 6 implementing everything he knows about first aid and combat medicine, Captain John Price, after apologizing for everything, accepting his fate, and giving Soap and Hotel 7 his blessing to get Makarov and Laswell/Mother Wolf by any means necessary, draws his last breath and dies in his best friend's injured arms. After atoning for failing to keep his first closest brother in arms alive, Hotel 6 tends to his second best friend instead of the radioactive I.E.D.
[Mischa 'Book' Chillak and Esthero's Ready Or Not plays]
Soap: Simon. Hold on. Shite. Brace yourself. You're not gonna like this. *takes Ghost's Modern Ghost Mask off*
[Ghost painfully groans]
Soap: *collapses to the ground* Damn, some of the fabric is stuck to your face.
Ghost: Never mind that, Johnny. Defuse that bomb.
Soap: How? My arms and body have given up. I'm so sorry, Simon.
Ghost: *sighs* It's alright, Johnny. I'm sorry, too. I should've kept a closer eye on you.
Soap: No way you could've seen Laswell coming. It's not your fault.
[tires screech]
[doors open]
Esthero: Ready Or Not, here I come. You can't hide, hide, hide.
[EMP Grenade detonation]
[music stops]
[Radioactive I.E.D. deactivates]
Soap: What?
Chaos: We saw everything. We tried to save you all. We're sorry.
Ghost: Ramirez? Graves? VanCamp? White?
Soap: Why? We treated you like garbage.
Chaos: We told you. You're all horribly misguided good men. We can see that.
Colonel MacMillan: How much time was left?
Nomad: I'd say you don't wanna know, but it's actually just 9 minutes on the clock.
Colonel MacMillan: Move it, people! Get 'em stabilised and ready for transport!
22 S.A.S. Operator: Right away, Baseplate.
British Army Soldier 7: Copy that, sir.
Pixiedust: We'll make sure they're ready, Wallace.
Soap: Baseplate?
Colonel MacMillan: We all slipped away just in time. Mother Wolf was a dumbarse to think we would stick around after she threatened us.
At first, the last Task Force 141 Operators believe that there was no way to save Stirling Lines, Hereford or themselves due to their broken bodies and the lack of medical supplies or even adrenaline. But Task Force Rogue surprises them by saving them alongside Alpha Team ft. Red Coat, the rest of the 22nd S.A.S. Regiment and the installation's personnel despite being treated unfairly in the past.
50 minutes later, Soap and Ghost are stabilized and en route to Task Force Rogue's main headquarters for the partial or full recovery and a possible immediate deployment.