Prologue: Turbulence

July 7th, 2016

 

2000 GMT

 

Ilyushin II-96–300PU
Russian Air Space

Boris Vorshevsky

President of Russia Federation

As the plane left Zakhaev International Airport (ZIA), my minds are everywhere at the moment. I wonder whether my decision is correct or not. But with the death toll rising and a huge possibility we’re might facing criminal charges on our war effort in American soil, peace will be the best solution for all sides. Of course, our pride will take a huge hit but which one will last? Even the most diehard radicals have to admit, our war efforts against the Americans proved nothing more than a dire mistake. Even the sanest man in the party felt peace is the most viable option.

When the Americans heard our proposal, at first they felt our offer is just a ruse. But after some negotiating with the help of my fellow countrymen, they eventually agreed and ready to sit down and discuss terms relating to the peace treaty. For the first time, I asked help from our most dreaded enemy to push through this proposal. Despite our differences in the past, everything has to be put aside to ensure a long lasting peace between us and the West. For the first time, Loyalists and Ultranationalists alike work together on this particular occasion. As a result, both Kasparov and I felt this is the right time for reconciliation. For years, our beloved country is divided due to our different ideals and goals. Once the treaty is concluded, it’s time to heal that wretched wound for good. It’s time for Russia to be united once again.

“Mr. President, the whole Cabinet is waiting for you.” My Chief of Staff, Alexei Sokolov informs me. As I step out from my suite, he whispered, “I’m sure they will voice their doubt over this proposal.” I know it’s going to be very difficult to convince them but I never expected it will also come from my own inner circle. “Like it or not, Alexei. It’s my decision and they must respect my judgment on this particular matter.” As Sokolov and I heading to the Meeting Room, my daughter is also present. And from her looks, I know she’s also very anxious about it. “Vasili’s waiting for you, father.” I simply replied, “I’m guessing he’s expecting an explanation from me.” As we reach the Meeting Room, she voice her disgruntlement, “I don’t like him.” I shared her sentiment and replied, “No one does but he’s just doing his job to our beloved nation.” Then she continued, “What will you tell him? He will not like your answer.” I assured her, “Elena, he along with the rest of the Cabinet must accept my decision. I’m the president of this country; I’m the leader of the party itself. They have no choice but to accept the inevitable.” One of FSO agents then escorted her to a room. I kissed her forehead and tell her with a warm tone, “I’ll see you at dinner, Elena.”

Everyone is present including one of my biggest detractor, Vasili Zhukov. As we take our seats, as expected, Zhukov demanding an explanation over my decision, “Mr. President, this is not the right time to appease our sworn enemies. If we proceed with this treaty, every Russians will be ridiculed for years to come. For the last time, please reconsider your decision.” I take a deep breath and replied, “Vasili, and to the rest of you, it’s time to put an end to this hostility. Of course, this proposed treaty will crush our pride very badly. But I want to create a better future for our next generation. At the moment, peace is a necessity in our country. We must abandon Zakhaev’s pathological hatred right now for the sake of our nation. Ladies and gentlemen, are you willing to gamble on their future in order to continue this endless bloodshed?”

Before anyone could reply my bold statement, gunshots suddenly emerged outside our room. FSO team leader, Commander Leonid Pudovkin exclaimed, “That’s gunfire.” Then a shocking announcement comes from his radio, “Hijackers are taking the plane! The cockpit’s been breached!” As Commander Pudovkin tried to reach his men, Zhukov whispered, “This is exactly what we worried about, Mr. President.” I know exactly what he’s trying to imply. The only man capable to wreck our hope for peace and possibly reconciliation with the Loyalists is him. The most wanted man in the world and a traitor to our country’s aspiration, Vladimir Makarov.

Not long after that shooting, the hijackers managed to break in, forcing the agents to engage them directly. Once the threat nullified, I suddenly remembered, “Commander, where’s my daughter?! I need her now!” Once he dispatched the remaining agents to look after my Cabinet, he assures me, “Mr. President, you shall be reunited with your daughter, I can guarantee you.” The agents pushed through and eventually rescued Elena from the hijackers clutches. I immediately hugged her very tightly. I don’t want to be separated from her. Then, one of the agents exclaimed, “Mr. President, Miss Elena, get ready to brace! Our plane is going to crash!” Then, a loud sound hit the ground.

That emergency landing separates me and Elena apart. As I regain my consciousness, the scene seems unbearable. Clearly, my assertion on Makarov proved to be true once again. He has no hesitation to do whatever means necessary to gain power over our populace. And this time, I fear he might be successful. Then, a Mi-17 chopper appeared on the scene. I know that means I need to leave her behind. “Where’s my daughter, Commander?! She needs me right now!” Commander Pudovkin assures me everything will be just fine and I should be reunited with her in matter of hours in our safe house in the outskirts of Moscow. As the chopper landed, I thought this nightmare will be ended but then, my hopes are completely dashed. A familiar figure emerged from the chopper, killing everyone on the ground including Pudovkin and Zhukov. “You betrayed us once again. And this time, you even killed your own supporter!” Clearly, he’s unfazed with that predicament. All that matters for him is me. “Zhukov and the rest of them are just sacrificial lambs I needed to launch a new war. Now, don’t waste my time, Vorshevsky. I want those launch codes!” Despite the fact that I’m badly hurt and become a captive to this madman, I simply replied, “You’re mad, Makarov! There’s no way I’ll handover those codes to a weasel like you! You’re worthless just like Zakhaev and those fools who supported you!” Enraged with my stance, he rebuked my stand, “Alright then. Then let see if your stand remains even after we have your daughter in our captivity!” When he mentioned Elena’s name, I know she’s in terrible danger. I know, she’s safe with the remaining agents. But I’m not sure how long her luck will last….
As Makarov orders his men to scour the area to find Elena, one of my captors whispered, “Mr. President, the Loyalists will help you the best we can. Don’t worry about Elena. She’s safe with us.” I don’t know who exactly this man but I hope his assurance is correct. I hope my countrymen could stop this madman before it’s too late…

 

July 8th, 2016

 

0930 GMT

 

Lake Como, Italy

 

Captain Mustapha Abbas
Task Force 141/ SAS

 

As the Aston burst through Italian highway to reach MI-6 safe house in Siena, my run suddenly interrupted with this breaking news:

“In a sudden twist of event, Russian government announced that they will pull out from the upcoming peace talk with United States. No official ground has been given following this shocking announcement. However, rumors swirling throughout the country that this withdrawal may related to Elena Vorshevsky’s abduction from her apartment in St. Petersburg several hours ago. Sources inside Kremlin assumed this abduction was conducted by Western operatives, to be exact operatives from Task Force 141 who being tasked to track down notorious terrorist, Vladimir Makarov by Western governments.”

I know from the very beginning, this so-called breaking news is just a smokescreen. Something terrible must have occurred last night that led to this announcement. And I fear Makarov may have just play his next card. Polyakov’s phone call confirms my worst fear, “We need to act fast. Kamarov’s man in the Ultranationalist camp has just confirmed that Boris Vorshevsky is currently detained by Vladimir Makarov.” Stunned with this piece of information, I asked, “How’s that possible because as far as I know, only a handful of people have the access to Vorshevsky’s security details.” But then, a new piece of information send a massive shock to my system, “Barely fifteen hours ago, my men informs me that Makarov is now assuming control over Kremlin. With that kind of power, you shall have everything you need including information. Russian populace has been frustrated with Vorshevsky’s leadership. Proposing the peace treaty proved to be the last straw. That’s where he casually steps in. No one will question his authority due to his long association with Imran Zakhaev in the past and the presence of Inner Circle.”

I know I need to act quickly, which means I need to reach the safe house fast. And my fear becomes a reality when two Alfa Romeos starting to close in on my car. Then, all hell breaks loose. They immediately shoot my vehicle using MP5s without any hesitation at all. As we exited the tunnel, one of the cars hit a lorry, causing a massive crash and traffic jams along the road. Then, a Land Rover with Carabinieri insignia appears on the road, trying to block us. I tried to elude my pursuers by entering a quarry but to no avail. Then, Italian police tried to shoot the second Romeo, causing them to shoot back, derailing the vehicle in the process. Clearly I had enough and decided to put an end to it. When our vehicles being forced to turn to avoid a tractor, I use my standard G18 and shoot them relentlessly, sending them to the cliff.

As I reach the safe house, everyone is present including the old man, SIS Director Muhammad Bakr, Soap and Ghost. As I step out, I asked, “I assume you know about Russia’s withdrawal.” Major Price nodded and replied, “Polyakov inform us while you’re heading here. It looks like that cheeky, good for nothing rat is playing his next card.” Then, Director Bakr asked, “How’s the package? I hope he’s still in one piece, Captain.” Judging from the Aston’s condition, I’m hoping the package remains intact. But I don’t see any sign of damage at all. He may be terrified with the ride but at least, he’s safe. “I can assure you, sir. He’s still in one piece. Ghost, open the bonnet. Get that bloody rascal out of there.” Once the bonnet is opened, both Ghost and Rory carried Harold Jackson out from it. Clearly, he’s not a happy man at all. “You’re nothing! You hear me! No one stands between Makarov and his ambition! And he shall succeed and all of you will be tormented for life!” Unfazed with that threat, Soap rebuked his bold statement, “We shall see about that, traitor. In the meantime, you shall tell everything you know about Vladimir Makarov. If you refused to cooperate, you might find yourself in a place much worst from here! Take a pick, Guatanamo, Canary or Caucasus!” Then, the old man added, “Makarov thinks he can outwit anyone including us. But let me tell you something. He’s underestimating our strength, our resolve for some time. Trust me, when that time arrives, his will shall be broken and his ambition will be in tatters!”

 

Epilogue

July 5^th, 2016

2300 GMT

 

Torchwood Safe House

Tripoli, Libya

 

Captain John Price

Task Force 141

 

Despite the fact the war is already over, the real mastermind behind the conflict is still on the loose. Makarov knows how to slip through everyone’s fingers, including us. Thanks to assistance from the likes of Shepherd and his associates, we’re the ones who have to take the blame. Our good names and reputation have taken a huge hit. As a result, in order to avoid prosecution, the remaining members of 141 including Soap and I were forced into hiding.

But luckily, our old associates fully realized what exactly going on. If it wasn’t for them, Ghost and his team might meet their demise at the hands of Shadow Company in Caucasus Mountain. I’m grateful to have them on my side once again because I know exactly their loyalty lies. I know who exactly I can trust. Due to their actions, Task Force 141 has being allowed to return to action in order to pursue ‘Kingfish’. The Americans have also decided not to press charges on us despite the fact we killed Shepherd. Everyone including their own President felt the kill was justified.

Apart from us, Vladimir Makarov, America and European Union (EU), no one knows exactly what really happen during the conflict and Shepherd’s role as an instigator. In order to prevent the truth from ever reaching the surface, the State Department tells the whole world that Shepherd died in a botched 141 operation in Afghanistan. They even give him a state funeral, which is ironic from our perspective. But I remember what MacMillan said during my early days in SAS, “Remember, Leftenant. The first casualty of the war is the truth. If you let the truth come out, it will leave a significant impact to soldiers and nations alike. Either it will demoralize you or it will lead you to victory.”

Not much can we do at the moment except gathering more information and making inventory list. With Soap, Ghost and Roach still recovering, it’s best for them to recover fully from their injuries. Although they have reservations on this, it’s what exactly they needed now. I want to see them back in a good shape and fully fit, raring to go. I know they’re all bored but with the heat still on us, what choices do we have? Despite the fact the threat posed by Shadow Company has been nullified after Mustapha Abbas taking control over Torchwood, Makarov’s Inner Circle is still on the loose. It looks like that hit order still intact, further driven us to find him as soon as possible.

To ensure history will not repeat itself, the Americans handed the control of 141 to us. Their government realized with our extensive knowledge over ‘Kingfish’ and our previous encounters with his terrorist cell; we’re the best bet to deal directly with Makarov. Despite they felt catching Makarov is very important, it’s best for all efforts to be concentrated on rebuilding America. Once the handover was complete, Minister of Defense, Alastair Dulwich and Director of Secret Intelligence Service (SIS), Muhammad Bakr decided it’s best for me to continue leading this task force. To boost our numbers, military personnel from Commonwealth nations were drafted in. I also decided to appoint Mustapha and Soap as new field commanders for this new task force. Many were convinced with this new looking task force, apprehending Makarov will no longer be an impossible task. But all of us remain cautious. He’s still a threat to anyone especially against his own countrymen.

On June 15^th, 2016, Boris Vorshevsky announced all military actions against United States of America will be halted, much to the disgust of the hardliners especially Makarov. It’s a bitter pill to swallow but it’s the truth that they can no longer avoid anymore. From their views, we know Vorshevsky’s action is an act of cowardice, a betrayal to their original struggle. They want to continue their war efforts against the West. But for the President himself, it’s a right call. With the death toll rises and possibility to be charged for crimes against humanity, it’s the best option for Mother Russia. At least, with this peace agreement, their pride and honor as a nation will remain intact.

For the Loyalists, their reactions were mixed. For leaders like Kasparov and Polyakov, they cautiously welcomed his decision but they demanded Russia’s commitment towards long lasting peace with the West. I can fully understand their sentiment on this particular matter. In the past, Ultranationalists have that sort of tendency to violate their agreements with the Loyalists in order to gain an upper hand during the Civil War. One of them happens to be the handover of Moscow whereas promise, Loyalist leaders will be given a safe passage out of the country. But hardliners led by Makarov using this term to their advantage by killing many influential figures including President Markhov himself. This is why up until now, many remain bitter towards the government. Still, they’re never close the door for any chance of reconciliation. For now, the Loyalists will send Ilya Limonov as an observer for the peace summit held in Hamburg, Germany on July 10^th. If the outcome from the meeting suited nicely to Russian needs, it might be a right time to engage the government, paving a way for reconciliation a nation desperately need now.

But on my personal view, there will always a distant possibility that bloody rat will use every opportunity to make profit for himself. Over the last couple days, Russian populace and political figures demanded Vorshevsky to resign following his shock announcement. Despite being put under tremendous pressure, he defiantly rejected their overtures and insisted this decision will benefit Russia for the long run. We know he’s the one behind this incident. Makarov thought he will give up but Vorshevksy was adamant. There’s no turning back. And that makes me very worried. I wonder if he’s willing to go that path. If so, this will be one of the bloodiest period in human history.

 

Phase 2 : The Chase

April 17th,2016

 

2030 GMT

 

Red Square

Moscow,Russia

 

Vladimir Makarov

Inner Circle

 

As long as Shepherd is still alive,I’m a dead man.With his vast resources,I’ve no longer able to elude his hit team.Even the likes of Jackson will not lend me a hand on this one.Even if he manage to assist me eluding these fools,it will not long before authorities noticed something’s going on between me and Jackson.I never expect I have to ask a favor from my own enemy,the man that I put behind bars five years earlier.In my opinion,he’s the last person I will like to ask for help.But since we share a common enemy,all hostilities must be put aside,at least for now.As long as Shepherd still exist,my chance to survive is a bit slim.

 

As I contemplating my plan in case Shepherd survive the assault,a phone call suddenly interrupt my concentration.As I see the caller’s name,a broad smile appear on my face.’I hope you have good news for me,Director.As long as Shepherd still alive,there’s no way I can conduct my operation in secret.’But the caller assures me everything is fine,’Shepherd will no longer bugging you.He died at the hands of his own men.SAS operatives confirmed his death several hours ago.’His tone seems very convincing.Now,with him gone,I can concentrate on tracking down the last operatives of Task Force 141.I ask him,’Do you know their whereabouts,my friend?’After a few moments,he reply,’Even better.One of them is badly injured.Chatter says they’re now in a Loyalist safehouse in Himachal Pradesh,India.’

 

After he hang up his call,with Shepherd’s no longer existed,the last loose ends for me are Price and his comrade,MacTavish.It’s time for them to join Shepherd as well.

 

April 18th,2012

 

0900 GMT

 

Nikolai’s Safehouse

Himachal Pradesh,India

 

Captain John Price

Task Force 141

 

Barely a few minutes ago,I received a distress call from Abbas.From his tone,I know something’s gone wrong.’Sir,you better be ready.Makarov send his men to your location right now!’I’m a bit surprise with that because the only person I told is him only.’How he manage to get our location?It seems like you have a leak on your side,son.’But he insisted,Sir,I’m telling you,I don’t tell any soul at all.Unless…’I pressed him,’Who else knows about this?’After a few moments,he reply,’Only the Circus.It looks like someone’s feeding information to Makarov.’

 

Then,one of the Loyalists reporting to us,’We’re picking up inbound signatures.’Nikolai shake his head and said,’It looks like we have company.Probably Inner Circle.What puzzles me,how they manage to locate us in a short time?’I reply,’I suspect someone inside British intelligence feeding Makarov about it.’After a few moments,I continue,’No time to think about that.Who’s your best men?’I ask Nikolai.He pointed his finger to a soldierthat guarding the room,’Yuri.Ex-Spetsnaz.Only man I know who hates Makarov more than you.’Knowing that I have someone to rely on,I tell Nikolai to setup the perimeter while pointing out these fools might fly in from the south.’How do you know?’One of the Loyalists ask.I simply reply,’It’s what I’d do.’

 

1000 GMT

 

Our worst fear become a reality.Three Havoc gunners and five MI-27 helos approaching our position with commandos rappeling down and fast with one objective,obliterating all of us.With the odds against us,it will be very difficult for all of us to escape,especially with Soap’s condition.As Nikolai and the doctor continue monitoring Soap,a helicopter crush through the wall,knocking everyone down.From that hole,I see more Ultranationalists rappeling down from MI-27s,heading towards the courtyard.’What you need me,Price?’Yuri ask.I pointed to a balcony and reply,’Yuri,take a position on the balcony!We need to buy the doctor some time!Keep your eyes on the courtyard.’Then,hostile forces appeared on the courtyard,triggering a fierce firefight between both factions.We thought that’s the end but an enemy Hind,appeared out of nowhere,firing a barrage of bullets towards us,killing the doctor immediately.’Yuri,we need your help!Give him the shot!’Nikolai continues patching the wounds as Yuri injected a shot of adrenaline to keep his heart beating.

 

Then,out of nowhere,one of the commandos manage to breach the door,forcing me to shoot him immediately.’We need to get moving.Looks like they’re already on the roof.’Yuri exclaims as Nikolai continues carrying Soap.As we walk into the hall,more idiots barging through the window,forcing me and Yuri to kill them immediately.As we headed down,more bloodshed continues between Makarov’s men and the Loyalists.’Come on.If we want to escape,we need to obliterate the remaining resistances!’I rallied the remaining Loyalists to continue fighting for their cause.With renewed spirits,we engage them swiftly,clearing the courtyard.But I know this is a long way to go.With Makarov’s drone is in the air,the advantage is still in his hands.

 

‘Damn it.Price,more mercenaries rappeling down from the chopper on the street!’Yuri exclaims as he led more Loyalists to aid civilians and clearing a way for our escape.With the condition is not on our side,I immediately tell Nikolai,’We’re outnumbered and outgunned.We need some heavier firepower,mate!’Fully understand our dire situation,Nikolai informs me about a weapon cache at the edge of the town where a UGV is stored there.Before I leave the safehouse,I tell him to stay back and protect Soap.

 

We continue to push our way to reach the cache.Despite continuous resistance from Makarov’s men,we manage to reach the weapons cache in one piece.’Unmanned ground vehicle.2 centimeter armor plating,mounted mini-gun,and grenade launcher.Controls are going to be in Russian.Yuri,you’re up.’As he control the UGV,he said to me,’Make it fast,Price.Just make sure you’re reach the chopper in time.’I only nodded and reply,’So do you.’I lifted the garage door and the UGV immediately killed or destroyed anything on its path.With our route clear,Nikolai and I carry Soap to the chopper.Suddenly,as we successfully loaded Soap into the chopper,the drone fires a missile towards the UGV,destroying it in a blink of an eye.I immediately radioed Yuri,’Yuri,run to the chopper!Move!Go!Go!’As we leave the area,Yuri struggling to evade those missiles.As he reach the roof,another missile hit the building,causing it to collapse with Yuri fall to cliff.

 

We thought he’s dead in that attack but then we see a figure,recuperating from exhaustion,holding tight to a tree root.’There he is!There’s Yuri!’I can only sigh with relief to see him in one piece.As we mention Yuri,Soap suddenly interrupt,’Who the bloody hell’s Yuri?’I can only smile to hear that phrase.The same thing I said about him several years earlier before he do the CQB test.

 

1130 GMT

 

Secret Intelligence Service Headquarters

Vauxhall Cross

London,Great Britain

 

Captain Mustapha Abbas

22nd Regiment,SAS

 

I’m fully aware that several DSMs have been recovered from both Site Hotel Bravo and Soap respectively.But with this revelation,I fear the DSM may have been compromised.Who knows how many information Makarov’s mole have erased over the last 12 hours.The only DSM left is with the Loyalists,under Polyakov’s care.’Hello,it’s me.I need a name from the DSM.’Puzzled with my request,he asks,’There’s something troubling you,Mustapha?’I briefly explain about the leak as well as Makarov’s assault over Nikolai’s safehouse in Himachal Pradesh,India.Realizing how damaging the leak is to everyone,he orders his men to run full diagnosis on the DSM.’Can you give me a name?’I reply,’I don’t have names but I suspect the leak comes from the highest echelon of British intelligence.’After a few moments,he asks,’Is this the name you asks for?’I could hardly believe it as Polyakov utter that name.Clarkson.

 

April 25th,2016

 

1405 GMT

 

Following the revelation from the DSM,Prime Minister,Adam Lang orders our intelligence to put the house back in order.To speed up the process,he appointed Director Bakr to Clarkson’s original position,making him the new head of British intelligence.With that information,we launch a spring cleaning,removing anyone suspected becoming Makarov’s mole.Other agencies around the world doing the same thing,arresting anyone who had ties with Vladimir Makarov.That includes the arrest of several CBI officers and Indian Defence Minister,Vishal Mukherjee,who at the time,turning a blind eye while Makarov ordered Inner Circle to attack Himachal Pradesh.Despite those arrests,some manage to escape from our grasp.One of them is Clarkson.To avoid further leaks in the future,Director Bakr appointed me and MacMillan as liaison officers for 141 operatives.And to ensure these traitors suffer even more,with approval from the Queen herself,anyone collaborates with Vladimir Makarov will be declared as enemies of the crown by the government itself.Still,I wonder if that’s already too late……

Phase 2 : Prisoner 627

April 15th,2016

2130 GMT

USS Chicago

Pacific Ocean

Captain John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Task Force 141

Business as usual for everyone.Except for me.While the others are looking forward for this operation,I’m not in the mood.Perhaps the weight of the role becoming a mole inside Task Force 141 are starting to gain on me.Still,I managed to keep it under wraps,at least for now.Sooner or later,when I can no longer able to hide this burden,the truth will come out.Either from me or my mates from intelligence department.

‘Glad to see all of you made it here.’Shepherd started the briefing with a sense of relief.We can only smile to hear such words from our leading commander.Many assume he’s not that bad after all but I still on guard.With that revelation from MI-6,I know I have to tread my action very carefully to avoid any suspicion either from Shepherd or that bloody rat.’Forgive me,sir.It seems like we headed the wrong direction.Shouldn’t we coming back to the fight,General?’I asked.He replied,’Plenty of fight to go around,MacTavish.You’re meeting up with the 6th Fleet.Leading the counter strike.’After a few moments,he continue,’Prisoner 627.We believe that’s who Makarov’s got the mad-on for.But we can’t get to him.’

He then pointed out the location of the gulag,where Prisoner 627 is currently incarcerated.Then,he showed several oil rigs with the first rig is highlighted.Puzzled with this development,Ghost asked,’Oil rigs,sir?’He nodded and explain,’We believe these rigs are currently being commandeered to defend any attacks on Russian East Coast.They’re using them as SAM sites.To make things even worse,they even take oil workers as human shields in case any raid occur in these rigs.’He cough for a few moments and continue,’The one that has been highlighted is the least defended by these soldiers.’Shepherd then look to all of us and take a deep breath before saying,’Boys,I know I’m sending you into the meat grinder in this one…’I immediately extinguish his doubts by saying,’They’re defending it,so it means we want it.Especially if it gets us to Six-Two-Seven.’

As everyone starting to leave the room,Shepherd receives a call,possibly from the chain of command.After several minutes,he hang up and tell us to wait.’Gentlemen,new information just come from the chain of command.It seems like the British want to take part in this operation as well.’Everyone is a bit surprise with that news.’Sir,is it something to do with Prisoner 627?’Our top sniper,Archer asked.He nodded and continue,’MI-6 believe Prisoner 627 is possibly a SAS officer who reportedly went MIA 4 years earlier.They suspected our HVI is Captain John Price.’British soldiers in the task force are very happy and more thrilled to do well tomorrow.The old man is a legend among us and to see him back in the fold is a music to our ears.

April 16th,2016

0730 GMT

Our destination today is Vikhorevka 36 Oil Platform where the objective is to secure the hostages and the oil rig at the same time.Some of us want to finish this matter immediately in order to reach the gulag.I can fully understand their excitement but I reminded them,’We all excited to bring him back.However,focus on this task first.Securing the hostages and the rig is very important.Maintain your focus,understand?’All of them instantly answer,’Yes,sir!’

As we head out towards our SDV,a familair voice echoed through my comms.’Hope you’re not missing me,mate.’As I look right,I see a man waving at me,no one will do that except my best friend,Captain Mustapha Abbas.’Don’t get yourself killed before we found the old man.’He jokingly said to me.I can only smile to that banter and reply,’It’s you who should watch your ass,mate.’Having that reminds me of the old days with the old man where Gaz or Abbas become clowns in our squad,making the atmosphere very cheerful.I really missed that,I really do.But we have to move on from that.Still,that banter helps me to focus on our mission.

0800 GMT

Vikhorevka 36 Oil Platform

All teams went out with their SDVs heading to the oil rig.After swimming for several minutes,we arrived on our destination with the teams swimming to the surface.Members of Navy SEALs,SBS and Task Force 141 are waiting while Abbas and I reach the surface.As we prepared to take on the guards,we can hear one of them whining over the sea breeze,reminding us over our last op in that freighter.’Just like old times,mate.’Abbas whisper to me.Both of us immediately take out the guards,killing them instantly.With them gone,all teams are onboard the rig,ready to storm the area.

Roach and I went first to scout the area,while the rest stay,waiting for new instruction.At the first floor,Roach spotted one.’Sir,tango on the railing.’I silently tell him to take him out.In a blink of eye,he’s down,allowing the rest of the team to approach the first deck.’Team One in position.Team Two,are you in position?’I asked.Team Two respons quickly,’We’re in position,sir.’We stormed the first deck and killed the soldiers inside.Once the hostages secured,Team Two led them out quickly while Team One and Bravo Team led by me and Abbas continue our search.

‘Watch your six.Enemy helo patrolling the area,over.’Overlord informed us through radio.Hearing that word forcing us to tread our steps more carefully.Then,Ghost slowly inform us,’Enemy helo,sir.Get down.’We immediately hide,waiting for that bird to pass.After several minutes,we continue our search to Deck Two.Just like before,we storm the deck,swiftly killed any hostiles and securing the hostages.However,a radio call forcing us to act fast.We set the charges around the corpses before hiding in several area,waiting to ambush them.Within minutes,another group of Russian soldiers appeared on the scene.’Standby…Standby…Standby.Smoke them!’Abbas announced.Within minutes,chaos ensues,compromising our position immediately.

‘Overlord,we being compromised.’I radioed Overlord on our situation.’Copy that, intel still indicates hostages and possible explosives on the top deck.Your team needs to secure that location before we can send in reinforcements to handle the SAM sites,over.’Overlord give us new instructions.Knowing these @#$%^* will execute these hostages,we immediately rush to the top side.Despite fierce resistance from Russian soldiers,especially from that bloody helo,all of them are eliminated in no time.We breach the area and quickly neutralize hostile forces inside.With all hostages secured,all teams head to the helipad,now heading to the gulag.’Ready,mate?’Abbas asked me.’Ready when you are.’

1230 GMT

The Gulag,40 Miles East of Petropavlovsk,Russia

All teams now heading to the gulag with one goal in mind,liberating Prisoner 627 or for us,John Price.As we getting closer to our destination,Ghost asked Abbas,’How do you know Price is being held there,sir?’He calmly reply,’Polyakov’s man inside Ultranationalist camp provide us with that intel.We’re not the only ones will be here.Loyalist forces are also here to liberate their comrades,Simon.’Hearing that intel makes me a bit worried.’Mustapha,are they fully aware about US bombing over the area?’He reply,’They already know.That’s why we need to attack now.At the moment,these fools are busy fighting Loyalist forces at the moment.’

2 US fighter jets,codenamed Jester One-One bombed a radio station outside the gulag,destroying their hope for reinforcement.With that gone,we switch our assault rifles with sniper rifles and killed sentries on the tower.While we’re busy mopping these fools,somehow a jet pass our helo in high speed,causing the chopper to wobble briefly.’Shepherd!Get those fighters to cease fire immediately! That was too close!’I tell Shepherd through radio.However,his response is a bit disappointing,’I’ll try to buy you some time.One man in a gulag doesn’t mean much to the Navy at this point.’Angered by his response,Ghost exclaimed,’Bloody Yanks!I thought they were the good guys!’Knowing his words might spark a fallout among us,I tell him,’Ghost cut the chatter.Stay frosty.’

Little Birds begin to land,dropping us along with the rest of the team.Abbas led the first wave and immediately,fierce firefights ensues between us and Russian soldiers inside the compound.To make things even worse,snipers are also here.Fortunately,the Little Birds unleashed a full barrage of bullets from their miniguns,annihilating those stand between us and 627.

We entered the gulag with SAS team led by Abbas and Ghost seize control over the control room.’John,you led the rest searching the gulag.Ghost and I will assist you to look for the prisoner.’Abbas tells me to go ahead.’Alright then.Boys,we’re on cell duty.’As we search the cells,more soldiers appeared,giving us a very hard time.Fortunately,both of them switched on the searchlights,allowing us to hit them hard.However,the prisoner is not on this level.’Talk to me Ghost…these cells are deserted!’After a few moments,he reply,’Got it!Prisoner 627’s been transferred to the east wing!Head through the armory in the center – that’s the fastest way there.’We immediately headed to the armory to reach the east wing.With plenty of ammunition,we replenished our supply and ready to move on.However,bad news emerged from our radio.’Damn it.Soap,I spotted three,no,four hostile squads heading to your location,over.’As the door to the east wing open,suddenly it went jammed.I urge Ghost to open the door quickly.But another spanner hit our progress,’Bloody hell, they’ve locked it from the hardline.I’ll have to run a bypass.’But it’s too late.Russian soldiers appeared and immediately pinned us down.To soften their resistance,Abbas appeared with several SAS members,providing covering fire on our position.With the door finally open,we storm pass the soldiers,leaving a trail of destruction behind.

As other teams finished searching the cells,it’s very frustrating for us.It seems these fools hiding manage to hide him from us.Then,Ghost inform us,’Ghost here.Recommend you bypass the lower floors by rappelling out that window.’Once we rappeled down,we regroup with other 141 operatives and continue our search.However,a serious reminder comes from Abbas,’Be careful.The camera feed in solitary confinement is dead.The power must be down in that section.Those fools might be waiting for you.’We activated our night vision goggles and hit the bottom floor hard.Anyone stands between us are quickly killed.Then,a loud explosion hit that area,shocking us pretty briefly.Furious with these bombings,I radioed Shepherd,demanding the Navy to stop firing.After a few minutes,the Navy stopped firing.But I know,in short period,anything can change.Somehow,I feel my doubt towards Shepherd slowly become a reality.

We continue to push forward in an attempt to grab the old man out of here.But these Russian soldiers relentlessly attacking us to foil our attempts.Despite taking many casualties in the process,the remaining operatives manage to reach the cell that we believe holding our HVI.’Roach,Ozone set up the explosives.’With explosives set,we breach the wall and find a prisoner strangling his guard with his chain.Roach tried to disarm him but instead,he’s being thrown off the ground.’Drop it.’I tell the prisoner to drop his weapon.Then,I realized it’s the old man.’Price?’Price look to me and called my nickname,something that I never mention a long time ago.

But then,a huge explosion hit our area,forcing us to flee.’We need to get out here right now.Move!’Then Shepherd radioed me,’Hotel Six,be advised, they’ve started the bombardment early!Get the hell outta there now!’All of us then see a hole emerged from the end of the tunnel,with Abbas screaming,’Come on!You can make it!’But then,the tunnel collapse,forcing us to find another way around.We reach the canteen and find a huge hole on the ceiling.However,the pilot failed to spot us.Then,pieces of rubbles hit Roach.Fortunately,the old man manage to help him up.With time not on our side,I fire a flare towards the ceiling.The pilot spotted my flare and inform us,’Bravo Six,I see your flare.SPIE rig on the way.’We hook up on the rope and leave the gulag in one piece.’Glad to have you back,Price.’He can only smile to those words.Welcome back,sir!

Phase 2 : The Hornet’s Nest

April 13th,2016

2030 GMT

USS Swordfish

Atlantic Ocean

Captain John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Task Force 141

It’s been a tough day for all of us.After we successfully recovered an ACS module from Tian Shan,to hear Allen’s demise is a huge shock to our system.To make things even more difficult,these Russian politicians used Allen’s presence as a reason to declare war on the West,to be exact,United States of America.He’s no spy to them.He’s just an operative,being assigned to infiltrate Vladimir Makarov’s cell to obtain enough information to bring him down for good.His disappearance will be a blessing to the world,especially to Vorshevsky’s administration.His disappearance will allow him to stamp his authority,allowing moderate factions inside Ultranationalist Party and opposition sides to further strengthen their grip on Russia.But now,everything change…Allen become a scapegoat for something the Americans do not commit…

‘The Russians ain’t gonna let this massacre go unanswered.It’s gonna get bloody.’Riley commented on Vorshevsky’s declaration of war.I concurred and said,’Too right, mate.Now,in the eyes of the world, they’re the victims.No one’s gonna say a word when the Russians club every American they can reach.’Shepherd can only shake his head in disbelief over the massacre,’Makarov was one move ahead.Now he’s left thousands of bodies at the feet of an American.’I have to say,he calculate his action very well.Makarov knows if he strike at the right place,then everything will fall to its pieces as he predicted.’We’re the only one’s who know it was Makarov’s op.Our credibility died with Allen.We need proof,sir.’I voiced my concern over this particular matter.

The old man then show us full analysis on the ammunition along with a picture,possibly our best lead to find Makarov.’Analysis show several traces of foreign elements that can only be obtain in Rio de Janeiro.One person,accroding to CIA and MI6 is the one responsible for that.Alejandro Rojas or Alex the Red.’Then Roach checked Rojas records and said,’Wanted in a dozen country including Britain and United States for providing arms to terrorist groups around the world.Pretty long rap sheet,sir.’The General agreed and continued,’That’s true.We need to grab him first.He’s our ticket to Makarov.’

As we discussed plans for our operation,a phone call suddenly interrupted our concetration.’Forgive me,sir.But there’s a phone call for Captain MacTavish.The caller said it’s urgent.’An operator apologized for that interruption.At first,I just want to tell him to ignore the call but Shepherd said to me,’Take the call,MacTavish.It might be important.’As I take the call,a familiar voice greet me,’It’s been awhile,Soap.The caller happens to be none other than Captain Mustapha Abbas.Surprised with his call,I asked,’How do you get this number?’I can hear him laughing several minutes,probably as a response to my question.’I’ll take that as a no.’Once he finally stopped,his tone becoming serious,’Listen,whatever you do,watch your own ass.Caterpillar cannot be trusted.’I surprised with his warning.Before I could retorted his suggestion,he continued,’If you want to know more,ask Nicholas Chen.He’ll tell you everything.’Then,he immediately hang up,leaving me puzzled.Is it just another joke by my old friend or a genuine warning?When I return,Shepherd asked,’Is there something wrong,Captain?’I calmly replied,’No,not at all.It’s just a warning from an old friend.He knows we’re pursuing Rojas.He wish us all the best of luck.’

April 14th.2016

0830 GMT

Rio de Janeiro,Brazil

Sergeant Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson

Task Force 141

As planned,in order to find his whereabouts,we decided to look Rojas assistant,Carlos Morales.Morales acted as his intermediary between his boss and customers around the world.In order to find him,we tailed a white van,who we believed might be leading us to him.’Sir,any sign of Rojas’ right hand man?’Ghost asked us through radio.Captain MacTavish can only shake his head and replied,’Negative.They’ve stopped twice already.No sign of him.’Then,the van stopped once again with Morales standing in front of a building.I whispered to him,’Sir,it’s Morales.’The Captain radioed Ghost,’Wait, they’ve stopped again.Standby.’Then,in meer seconds,mayhem ensues…

Suddenly,out of nowhere,Morales shoot the militias.Then,he shoots to every direction including our vehicle.We immediately duck to escape from that barrage of bullets.During the shootout,our driver,Cobra is shot dead by Morales.With the shootout stop,we know he’s running out of bullets.The only option is to flee from the scene.In this ensuing chaos,he can escape completely.We immediately leave our vehicle and started chasing him.At the same time,Captain MacTavish radioed the rest of the team,’Ghost, our driver’s dead!We’re on foot!Meet us at the Hotel Rio and cut him off if you can!’After several minutes,we regroup and continue our chase.’Sir,he’s heading to that alley!’One of my teammates,Balboa screamed.Knowing he’ll escape completely,the Captain urged us,’Non-lethal takedowns only!We need that bloody lad alive!’Within seconds,Morales is in my scope and I immediately shot him on the leg,causing him to fall.’He’s down.’

After several minutes,we find a workshop,itching to interrogate Morales.Ghost and the Captain interrogate him while we search through his belongings.’Tell me about your boss whereabout,Morales!’Ghost pressed him for answer.However,much to our dismay,he swearing to us,probably in Portuguese,calling us various names.’Sir,permission to kill him.’Ghost whispered to him,asking permission.However,Captain MacTavish immediately dismissed his suggestion and said,’Patient,Ghost.Sooner or later,he will talk.When the time comes,you can put many bullets as you want.’Then,one of my teammates,Royce uncover a piece of paper,possibly an address.’Sir,found it.It looks like he’s inside the favela.Looks like we have to force our way through.’However,the Captain have other plans.He called someone for several minutes,possibly asking for some favor.After a few minutes,he said,’Royce,Meat and Roach,find that piece of meat in that area.Police will be there to assist you.’I have a glance towards Morales and asked,’What about him,sir?’As Ghost sparks car battery cables,the Captain said to us,’That will take some time.All of you,proceed as we planned.We’ll catch up on you later.’

As we heading through the favela,Royce reminded us,’Be careful.Remember,there are civilians in the favela.Watch your fire out there.’With a lot of civilians in this area,we know this is going to be very difficult.Royce then tell us to shoot several times to the air to scare them away.And as expected,all of them are fleeing.At the same time,we know that gunfire will attract a whole lot of attention.As we entered the favela,firefight ensues between us and Brazilian militias.But the gunfight lasted for several minutes when we heard several police sirens approaching the area.Knowing authorities entering the area,the militias concentrate their fire towards them instead.With that distraction,we safely passed them and headed to the higher parts of the favela.

More firefight ensues by the time we reach the area.But much to our relief,Captain MacTavish and Ghost also join the chase.It looks like they’ve got what they want after all.From one firefight to another,it’s an uphill battle.To make things even worse,the militias started to use sniper rifles.This predicament forcing me,Royce and Meat to split up.’I hate to say this,but as long as these fools firing on us,there’s no way we gonna find Rojas under this circumstances.We need to split up.’I suggested to them.With back up still far away,Royce and I continue using the same route while Meat headed to the other direction to put us some distance away from these militias.And the strategic works perfectly to our favor,with Meat continue distracting them away from us,we managed to locate Rojas in a short time.

As we continue our chase throughout the favela,Rojas continues eluding us.As Meat rejoin us,Meat asked,’Where this guy got that extra energy?’Royce replied,’You have to be aware,he’s also happens to be a former Spetsnaz operative.He knows how to escape from someone’s grasp.’I can only smiled and continued,’Well,he better pray luck on his side today.’As we finally reach the highest part of the favela,Rojas is firmly in our sight.’Sir,we see Rojas.It looks like he’s heading towards an abandoned building on your section,over.’I inform him on his location.With Rojas on the top,we thought we will catch the stairs and cornered him but the Captain has it own ideas.It’s like we’re watching a scene from a movie when he crash through the window and push Rojas towards the car.We thought Rojas would die or badly wounded from that resulting impact but no.Despite being shackled,Rojas swearing to us and even managed to headbutt Ghost.We know it’s going to be a very difficult interrogation.

Captain John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Task Force 141

As I monitored members of my squad preparing Rojas for interrogation,Ghost radioed our headquarters for our extraction.However,his effort is futile.At the time we’re busy chasing Rojas throughout the favela,Russian forces invaded East Coast of United States,putting everyone by surprise.To make things even more difficult,Brazil refuse to allow America using its airspace as part of a counter attack against the fleet.’Sir,I can’t get anyone on the horn.Look’s like those fools cutting our escape avenue.’Ghost voiced his frustration.With militias starting to close in on our position,I know we have to act fast.’Let’s get Rojas talk first.I have a friend who can help us.’

‘Where’s Vladimir Makarov?’I asked Rojas.He replied,’I don’t know about him.’Then Ghost starting to press him even more,demanding an answer,’Stop bluffing us!We know you’re the one who supplied those weapons for the massacre!Cut the bloody crap and start talking!’However,he refused to divulge any information,much to our disappointment.But he did give us a way to find that piece of meat,’You should know that the only person Makarov despise,much worse than those Americans are locked up in the gulag.’Using that prisoner as a bait could lure him out from his hiding.I pressed him for more,’Can you give us the identity of that prisoner?!’Rojas answered,’The only thing I know is that Makarov called him Prisoner 627.’

With that in mind,I contact Nikolai and asked him to give us a ride,out from this hostile teritory.I thought he will forget everything about us but no.He’s still the same person that I met five years ago.’Don’t worry,my friend.I will get you and your men out from this area.’He assures me.

We leave that abandoned building,leaving behind Rojas.As we heading towards the market,Roach asked me,’What will happen to him,sir?’I replied,’Well,with those wounds,I’m not sure he can last long.If he survived,with those militias on our heels,one way or another,he will die.’And as expected,firefight ensues between us and the militias.Even with the presence of the police,it seems these fools refuse to give up.As we heading towards the market,our original exfil point,the militias use technicals,machine guns and snipers,relentlessly trying to kill us.To make things even more difficult,when we did reach our exfil point,Nikolai could not land his Pave Low due to heavy fire from these b@#$%!)(.’Nikolai wave off,wave off!We’ll meet you at the secondary LZ instead!Go!’I tell him to leave and wait for us at secondary exfil point.

We climb the rooftops and headed straight to the Pave Low.However,between us and Nikolai,lies an alley that separate us from our building.All of us managed to jump past it except Roach.I shouted to him,’Roach!Roach!Wake up!’As he started to recover,more militias closing in on his location.Ghost pointed his finger towards their location,’Roach!We can see them from the chopper!They’re coming for you,dozens of ’em!’The only way to escape is by climbing the rooftops and make a run to the chopper.We have only a window and with gas running low,Roach had to act fast.’Roach!There’s too many of them!Get the hell out of there and find a way to the rooftops!Move! Run for it! Get to the rooftops!’As Roach continue running towards us,I tell them to drop the ladder.’Sir,I’m in position in ten seconds!Get ready!’Roach informed us.Despite continuous gunfire,Roach managed to jump on the ladder and hold it very firmly.’Where to,John?’He asked.’Just get us to the sub.’After a few moments,I continued,’By the way,I need to use your mobile.I need to contact someone.If you don’t mind?’Nikolai accepted my request,’No problem,my friend.’

Phase 2 : No Russian

April 14th,2016

 

0900 GMT

 

Room 195

Hyatt Regency Hotel,Moscow,Russia

 

Captain Mustapha Abbas

MI-6

 

Two days ago,several 141 operatives led by Soap manage to retrieve the ACS module in Tian Shan Mountain,Kazakhstan.It’s a huge relief for United States because if the Russians manage to crack it,their entire defence will be jeopardy.However,there are things that still troubles me.Why that bloody satelite,in this case,happens to be near to Russian military base in Tian Shan?According to analysts in London and Langley respectively,there’s nothing wrong with the satelite.Even closer examination on the module reveals nothing at all.Everything looks normal from our view.However,the Circus wants me to continue investigating this incident because they fear the module may have been compromised already.In these times,anything can happen including possibility of a new World War….With Makarov is on the loose,even a small spark is enough to ignite a wildfire……

 

0930 GMT

 

‘Sir,Makarov and his crew are leaving their safehouse.All of them are boarding a white van,probably heading downtown.’One of my operatives,Michael Gates reporting Makarov’s movement from our safehouse.With them gone,this is a chance for us to inspect their hideout.’Gates,send several men to that address.I want them to record everything inside.’After a few moments,I continued,’I’m gonna try to tail their vehicle.Is our tracer on?’Moments later,he replied,’Tracer is on.But I doubt its effectiveness.By the way,sir,I already send Mahon,Chu and Donner to inspect his safehouse.You should get everything in your phone now.’

 

As I continue monitoring Makarov’s movement,I also check the photos in my phone.It looks like Makarov have destroyed anything that could tie him back.One wrong step,and he knows,he’ll be dead in no time.I contact Gates once again,’Tell me if there’s anything that can be salvage.’However,much to my dismay,he disagreed,’I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do.There’s no documents,photographs,not even a single hair.He’s thorough,sir.’After a few moments,he continued,’All we found is this picture in the furnace.’I examined the photo thoroughly and find there’s nothing wrong with it.It’s just a photo of an airport.

 

But then,a memory appears on my head.A reminder from an old friend,a few months ago….’I received intel from my men in Makarov’s camp.It’s about his latest op.According to my sources,Makarov’s planning big.He said his operation will change everything that we know.Enough to force global powers into war.’Then,I see our tracer stop at Zakhaev International Airport.I know immediately,with a massacre occurred on Russian soil,possibility of war is starting to become a reality.I knew I need to act fast.’Gates,notified the Russians ASAP!Makarov is planning a massacre in the airport!’I tell him to report Makarov’s presence in the airport,hoping that their presence could halt his plan.But I know,it will not be easy because Makarov is very determined to ensure its success.

 

1130 GMT

 

Zakhaev International Airport,Moscow,Russia

 

Vladimir Makarov

Inner Circle

 

Vladimir Makarov shoot Yuri with his Desert Eagle

‘Check your weapons and ammo…Today,we make history.’As we step out from our vehicle,I reminded them,’There’s one matter that need to be addressed immediately.’All of them are puzzled including our latest member,Alexei Borodin.Yuri asked me,’Is there something we did not do,Vladimir?’Instead of answering his question,I tell Kiril and Lev to hold him.Realizing my intention,he tried to resist them but fail.I quietly approached him and said,’I know what you have done, Yuri.I know what you have told them.My friend.My ally.My betrayer.What happens here today,will change the world forever.Nothing can stop this.Not even you.’A loud sound echoed that parking area.As Yuri slowly lose his consciousness,one of my men,Viktor asked,’Is it enough to kill him?’I assures them over him,’With that kind of wound,he will not survive.’

 

Preparation for the massacre.

As we enter the elevator ,I can feel the nervousness among my men.I can understand Borodin’s concern but not with the others.They’ve been doing this for years,yet those expressions tell the different story.Perhaps,killing civilians might allow their conscience to influence their judgement a bit.To erase that feeling from their mind,I held Kiril and said,’С нами Бог.’With our weapons cocked,I said to them for the last time,’Remember..No Russian…’

CCTV footage over the massacre

 

Civilians and security personnel become victims of Makarov's lunacy.

That day,I lost count how many people that we murdered.But with thousand of rounds being unleashed towards them,casualties will reach the new heights.I don’t have any grudge with any of them.For me,their deaths will create a path that could restore our superiority over the West and our greatness as a nation itself.For me,their deaths are just statistics.Trust me,people will forget these stats when Russians slaughtered the Americans….

As we leave the airport,FSB personnel started to flood in the area.Borodin asked,’It looks like FSBs are waiting for us,Makarov.’To see their huge presence is intimidating but their numbers are nothing compare to our firepower.I can only laugh and replied,’With these weapons,Alexei,nothing could stop us from escaping.Not even the FSB!’I then tell them to check their weapons and explosives before we leave the terminal.Viktor commented on their presence,’I’ve waited a long time for this.’I replied,’Haven’t we all.’As we reach outside,FSB approaching us with their formation,forcing me to said,’F.S.B. – take ’em out.’At first,it’s very difficult to break their resistance but then Borodin suggested,’Makarov,we can use these shields to force our way!’Borodin,Viktor and I use the shields while Kiril and Lev use their machine guns towards them.It work like a charm…..After that intense thirty minutes,we finally made it to our escape vehicle.One of our escape driver,Anatoly approached us,’Good you made it!Get in!We sent a strong message with this attack,Makarov.’All of us including Borodin entered our vehicle,an ambulance.When it comes to Borodin,he thought I will help him to climb inside.Instead,I shoot him in the same manner like Yuri.Everyone is shocked but I tell them,’Move.His death will be a message to all.’As we leave,I continued,’The American thought he could deceive us.When they find that body… all of Russia will cry for war.’

 

However,our joy only lasted several minutes when our vehicle is suddenly under attack.Gunfire showered our vehicle.’Stop the vehicle now!’I ordered them to stop.But Anatoly angrily dismissed my request,’Are you crazy,Vladimir?We’ll be dead if we stop!’Angered by his refusal,I point my gun to him and said,’Just stop the vehicle!’As we stop,I can see several operatives,possibly Western operatives shooting towards us.One of them happens to be part of Bravo Team,Mustapha Abbas.Knowing the firefight will attract a lot more attention,I said,’Throw some smoke bombs along the way.That should buy us some time!’Several smoke bombs are throwed towards them,forcing them to wear gas masks and stop firing….While they’re busy with that,we hijack another car and make our escape……..

Prologue : The Messenger

January 16th,2016

 

2130 GMT

 

Room 195

Hyatt Regency Hotel,Moscow,Russia

 

Captain Mustapha Abbas

MI-6

 

Ever since the old man’s disappearance in Ukraine 4 years earlier,everyone assume that he’s already.In my opinion,not so much.I know lies deep in my heart,there’s still hope he might possibly alive.If I do have some spare time,I use that opportunity to find him,using my contacts in the underworld and the world of espionage.Unfortunately,no one is talking.It seems like they feared if they leaked this information either to me or Kamarov,they might find themselves in a very sticky situation.Makarov may be ousted from Vorshevsky’s administration but it seems he’s more powerful on this level.

 

‘Ring..!!!

Suddenly,my phone is ringing,shooting my thoughts over the old man..’I’m coming…!’As I reach it and read the caller’s name,I know something is up at the moment.’привет,my friend.You have anything solid,mate?’At the other end,Kamarov can only laughed.He knows,with that kind of phrase,I’m not in the mood to entertain any petty matters.’Yes,I have something for you.A warning to your government and to our allies.But I cannot speak here.’From his tone,I know it’s really important.’Usual place,I presumed?’I asked…However,Kamarov disagreed,’No.I don’t think we should meet there.Meet me at Moscow Cafe in fifteen minutes.Just be there.’

 

2145 GMT

 

Moscow Cafe,Moscow,Russia

 

As promised,here I am.However,much to my dismay,Kamarov is not present.After several minutes,he finally arrived.However,his body language suggest otherwise.From his looks and gestures,I know he’s being followed by several people.’Hope I do not make you wait,Captain.’He quietly apologize for being late.’No..you’re not.I’m only being here for several minutes.’I shrugged off his concern.Then I asked,’I assume your lateness is to elude people who follow you?’He nodded and replied,’Your assumption is correct,Captain.I believed I’ve being followed by Makarov’s men.’I make a guess,’Is this something to do with your intel?’He nodded again.Then,we see a couple entering the cafe.Their behavior seems normal but Kamarov warns me,’Don’t be fooled by their appearance.That couple is working for Inner Circle.I heard they mention Makarov’s name while making a call ten minutes ago.’

 

We decided to leave,testing whether Kamarov’s theory is correct or not.But as we hit the street,the same couple followed us once again.’Let’s split up….I’m gonna intercept them in that alley.Just get ready.’I explained my plan to him.With situation is not in our favor,Kamarov agreed to become a bait to lure them towards the trap.As we pass the Red Square,I leave Kamarov and use a shortcut to intercept the couple before Kamarov.And as expected,they continued to follow him with the woman hiding her supressed pistol behind her purse.’Abbas,now.’He tells me to act,which I did.She tried to shoot me but I immediately incapasitate her with ease.As for Kamarov,he doesn’t face any problem as well.’Called the police…I’m sure they want this.’He tells me to call the authorities.As I called them,I realized how valuable this information is.If not,why Makarov will go to such length to prevent it from being intercepted either by the Loyalists or Western intelligences.

 

‘Now,we’re in the clear.Tell me what you’ve got.’Noticing my impatience,he spills it.’Alright then.I received intel from my men in Makarov’s camp.It’s about his latest op.According to my sources,Makarov’s planning big.He said his operation will change everything that we know.Enough to force global powers into war.’When Kamarov mentioned its aftermath,I knew this is much bigger than the assasination of Grigori Markhov itself.I pressed him,’Did your source give any details about his op?’However,much to my disappointment,he said no.To be honest,his intel is too general.How I gonna supposed to issue a warning to MI-6 by providing such little intel like that in my report?Surely,my superiors in London will shrugged off such report and put it aside immediately.Still,after considering the mishaps that occurred to us this evening,I might have to give a shot on that.As we separate both ways,I said to him,’I cannot promised anything.I will relay your intel to the Circus as soon as possible.’I knew my response is a bit disappointing but with that kind of intel,there’s nothing more I could offered to him.He said,’I’m sorry but this is what I could grasp from my men.I hope you understand,Captain Abbas.’I persuaded him by saying,’Hei,I understand your situation,Leftenant.I really do.One intel is better than nothing.’

 

January 17th,2012

 

0900 GMT

 

Room 195

Hyatt Regency Hotel,Moscow,Russia

 

The next morning,I relay that information to the Circus.And as expected,I’m being ridiculed for relaying such information to them.However,the newly appointed head of SIS,Jason Clarkson has other opinion.’Captain,is this intel solid or is this just another ruse by Vladimir Makarov?’I dismissed his suggestions and replied,’No,sir.If it’s true this is just another ruse,then why Makarov send his men to kill me and Kamarov?I suggest,we should keep a close eye to any high valuable targets around the world especially in Europe.Kamarov wants us to take this matter seriously.If we don’t prevent this from happening,global superpowers might find themselves at war with each other.’Director of MI-5,Gavin Sterling however blasted my assessment,’Your assessment is poor,Captain.With that information,how we supposed to put ourselves ready against this so-called imminent threat?Surely,the government and the Parliament may questioned the need to use those funds.’However,Director Clarkson retorted his suggestion,’I agree with you.But,it’s best to be sorry now rather than later.At least,we’re on guard to deal the threat,created by ‘Kingfish’.’Other directors including my own boss,head of MI-6,Muhammad Bakr supported his stance.

 

After discussing for several minutes,the Circus inform me to conduct full inquiry over Makarov’s latest operation.Personally,it’s a huge victory against these so-called bureaucrats.At least,they take note and acted immediately to eliminate any threat towards us and our allies.However,Kamarov’s words really disturbs me..Is he really serious to drag us into that bloody quagmire once more?!…

Prologue : 141

January 30th,2012

 

1015 GMT

 

Somewhere in Petropavlovsk,Russia

 

Official Insignia for Vladimir Makarov's terrorist cell.

Vladimir Makarov

Inner Circle

 

A huge satisfaction to see the man responsible for the death of Imran Zakhaev is now locked up in the Gulag.He may not be the one who pull the trigger that claimed his life but still,his capture satisfied my lust for revenge.Captain John Price,according to my men,a living legend among British operatives.It looks like not all stories being passed through are true after all.I wish I could put a bullet inside his head but to ensure my involvement remain invisible,my allies in the government forbid me from doing that.If Price is murdered,our secret arrangement will be blown and Vorshevsky has a very good reason to launch an all out purge against us.A right call,I say…

 

As I leave Petropavlovsk,I make a call to thank the man who responsible for saving my skin from those fools.’Thanks for the information.If it wasn’t you,I might find myself behind bars somewhere in Britain or America,Mr.Jackson.’Mr.Jackson is actually Harold Jackson,the head of Torchwood,the biggest defence contractor in America.Due to his background as an operative,he managed to gain access to various intels for my operation.Those information allows me to execute everything to perfection.But he remain humble and said,’It was nothing,Vladimir.Just doing my role,that’s all.’After a few moments,he continued,’You know,you owe me a huge favor,Makarov.’I can only smiled to that phrase.I fully understand what exactly he meant.’I can assure you,my friend.You can ask anything that you required.I’ll see what I can do.’I assured him.

 

Convinced with my words,he said,’Listen..The Americans had enough with your action.I heard rumors that they along with several countries will form a new task force to apprehend you.’When I heard about that,I could not resist to laugh out loud.However,he’s not impressed,’What so funny,Vladimir?You better watch out.From what I heard,even if you delivered a hammer blow towards the West,they will relentlessly hunted you down like dogs.’Noticing his tone is changing,I apologized for my behavior,’I’m sorry,my friend.Thank you so much for that information.I’ll assure you,they’ll never catch me.They’ll never know our partnership.’After a few moments,he accepted my apology and continued.’Apology accepted..I’ll do whatever I can to slow them down but not much..You have to do the other part on your own..’Noticing his tone remain tense,once again I assured him,’Don’t worry about that,Harry.As long as we covered our tracks well,no one will find us…’

 

Convinced with my assurance,he immediately hang up.With the existence of this new task force,I know I have to change my game to elude these fools.Sooner or later,I can no longer relied on him or my other associates across the border to save my skin.I do not want to be end up like Zakhaev.Instead of hiding,I should strike back relentlessly to ensure no one stand between me and the new Russia…

 

Mei 15th,2012

 

0930 GMT

 

21 SAS Credenhill,Great Britain

 

Official Insignia for Task Force 141

Lieutenant General Hershel von Shepherd

Task Force 141

 

It took me several months to gather new members for this new task force.True,for me,they’re just pawns to me to further advancing my own interest.At some point,sacrifice has to be made…Once they’re no longer useful to my cause,then death is certain to all of them.Still,for now,they shall not foresee such circumstance like that.I need them,I demanded their loyalty,I need their skill in times like this…Who knows if they did correctly,my status as honorable military leader will be secured..No one will questioned about it..Not even them…

 

Today,I’m here in Credenhill,seeking new members for Task Force 141…With John MacTavish is certain as field commander and Simon Riley as second in command,I need more new bloods to further strengthen our task force.MacTavish and Riley did suggest some names to me,but I’m not satisfied with these candidates.This is the reason I’m here,assessing every SAS member,fulfilling my parameters as one of the elite soldiers on the planet.

 

‘General Shepherd,we’re honored to have your presence here.’Their former CO,Colonel MacMillan warmly greeted me and the boys.Both MacTavish and Riley can only smiled.’I’m here because I believe there are some soldiers who might qualified to join our task force,Colonel.I hope you could help me with that.’I addressed my concern to him.He smiled after hearing my request and replied,’Of course,sir.I think we have..Please come with me.Mind if I use them for awhile?They’re still my men.’He asked my permission to have their service for awhile.Since they’re familiar with the surrounding and the soldiers,I agreed with his request.

 

First,he bring us to Killhouse,a place where SAS members trained to commit raids aboard places like freighters or warehouses.After several minutes,using information provided by Special Intelligence Service (SIS),one soldier attract my attention.At first,I’m quite hesitant to call him due to the fact that this young man might not suited to our demands.However,MacTavish convinced me,’Sir,you should take him.He reminds me of myself.’I reminded him.’Never let nostalgia influenced your judgement,Captain.’However,he remain defiant and said,’Sir,I can assure you,I’m not letting it influenced my judgement.He may lacking in several aspects but trust me,his accuracy and loyalty..you cannot find it anywhere else.’Eventually,I relent and accept his argument.But I warned him,’He’s under your responsibility the moment he join us.I just want to ensure we make a right call.’He assures me,’I’m sure he will not disappoint us.’

 

I ask the Colonel to call him to have a closer look on that fine young man.According to his dossier,his name is Gary Sanderson aka Roach.’Sanderson,stop what you’re doing.These fine gentlemen want to have a word with you.’As he goes down from the tower,I asked the MacMillan,’How can you describe about him,Colonel?’MacMillan replied,’Well,his record is clean.No disciplinary record as I’m concerned.Personally,he reminds me to several people that I once trained.’He approached us and salute us as a sign of respect.’Private Sanderson,will you like to join 141?A chance to be part of one of the most elite strike team on the planet.’I begin my case,trying to entice him with the prospect of joining us.Instead of asking more question,he asked,’It’s an honor,sir.Where should I sign up?’To be honest,I’m surprised with his reaction.To see such dedication that is a blessing.If only he’s on my side someday,he might not become part of that sacrifice..Then MacTavish whispered to me,’I told you,picking him was not a mistake.’

 

After several more rounds,I decided to call it a day.With sixteen more personnel is confirmed to join my task force,my work here is done.To be honest,I’m surprised with their dedication.No wonder some of my colleagues called them the best special force in the world.Unfortunately,they’re not realized that they will be part of one of the biggest lie ever played on global scale.Everyone will suffer from that kind of beating..Not only the Russians..but to others as well..They’re doing nothing…Wait till disaster in their doorstep..Then they will know how I felt…

Prologue : Kingfish

January 10th,2012

 

1000 GMT

 

21 SAS Credenhill,Great Britain

 

Leftenant ‘Soap’ MacTavish

22nd Regiment,SAS

 

It’s been several months after I returned to Credenhill…Everything is changing.I thought everything will remain the same.But no.It turns out after my departure,Mustapha was also leaving.According to the old man,he’s being assigned to a special mission in Moscow,probably acting as undercover agent,monitoring Ultranationalists movement there.Most specifically,monitoring  the enemy of the Crown,Vladimir Makarov.I’m not surprised at all with his appointment.With his Russian background and his fluency in Russia,there’s no doubt he’s the right man for the assignment.

 

‘You’re ready,son?’Captain Price asked me that day.To be honest,I’m not so sure.But after the last several months,fighting my addiction and depression,I think I’m ready.I replied,’I’m up for it,old man.’Back to work once again and I’m raring to go once more.As I entered Credenhill,the old faces warmly welcome me.Wallcroft,Griffen,Newcastle and of course,my mentor,Colonel MacMillan.He hugs me tightly and said,’Welcome back to the fold.Don’t waste this opportunity.Use it well,son.’I silently agreed with his words.I know I cannot repeat that mistake again.The fact they still giving me a chance shows me that they still believing in me.I promised,I won’t repeat it again…

 

January 15th,2011

 

1230 GMT

 

Everyone is present in the meeting room..Today,we’re just receive intel from Mustapha that Makarov is spotted in the outskirt of Mount Koshka,Ukraine.It is believed that Makarov is hiding there after conducting several terrorist attacks throughout Europe and Middle East.One of these attacks was the assasination of Anatoly Vaschuk,a prominent Russian journalist.No one knows why Makarov assasinating him but many assume some of his enemies hired our ‘friend’ to silent him for good.

 

‘Alright then,gentlemen.As we all fully aware,Vladimir Makarov is reportedly hiding in his safehouse somewhere in Mount Koshka.The government want us to capture him alive.I repeat,they want him alive.It is believe,with his capture,we can start gathering information,enough to topple down the current Ultranationalist government.’Colonel MacMillan briefed us on our intel.One of the officers,Leftenant Simon Riley asked,’Sir,is this our op or there are others will be involved?’The old man answered,’This is a joint operation,Ghost.We’re not alone on this one.The Americans will send their own Delta Force to assist us.’Then,Colonel MacMillan tell us to check the dossier given.’We’ll be the one who lead this operation.Captain John Price will lead this operation.He will be aided by Leftenant John MacTavish,Leftenant Simon Riley and Staff Sergeant Thomas Harris aka ‘Sandman’.Remember,we want this man alive.No exception.Understand?’We simultaneously said,’Yes,sir.’After a few moments,he continued,’Alright then,pack your stuff.You’ll be leaving in 8 hours time.’As we leave,Riley approached me and said,’Looking forward to work alongside you,sir.It’s an honor to be alongside you and Captain Price.’I just smiled and replied,’It’s nothing really.Welcome aboard.Looking forward as well,mate.’

 

January 16th,2012

 

0945 GMT

 

Mount Koshka,Ukraine

 

As planned,we reunited with our fellow Deltas in Mount Koshka,Ukraine.However,there is another person joining us,much to our surprise.’Hope you still remember me.If not,I’m might shed some tears.’The person I referring to is Mustapha Abbas.We thought he still in Moscow.But it turns out,he volunteered to join us here to ensure everything went smoothly.Or as the old man called,’Acting like our babysitter.’Still,everything between us is good.Especially between me and him.’Soap,are we cool?I don’t want any bad blood between us.’He asked me.I just smiled and replied,’Hei,it’s alright.We’re cool.Don’t worry about that.’

 

‘Overlord,this is Delta Six.We spotted sentries around the safehouse.Permission to engage,over.’Sandman radioed Overlord,asking clearance to eliminate hostiles.’Delta Six,you’re cleared to engage.Out’Overlord cleared them to shot,allowing us to execute our operation perfectly.After a few moments,Delta team led by Sandman unleashed several precise shot,killing those sentries on site.’Weapons free.Suppressed weapon only.’Price tell us to engage.Still reeling by that surprise assault,we stormed the compound,leading to a fierce firefight to reach the safehouse.But after several minutes,with assistance from Spectre 6-4,codenamed Zeus,we cleared the area with ease.

 

As we breached the safehouse,more hostile appeared,tried to ambush us…But all resistance are futile.No one stand between us and ‘Kingfish’,Makarov’s codename.However,much to our disappointment,Vladimir Makarov is not present.I teased Mustapha,’Bad intel,mate?’He can only shake his head,pretty disappointed with the outcome.Still,the old man tell us,’Cheer up.He may not present.But there’s plenty of intel here.It should be useful for future operation.’We inspect room by room,seeking anything that could tie him back to his crimes.Plenty of pictures,probably a target for future attack,names,mostly his associates and personal items only.Then,as we check the last room,we’re stunned.’Sir,come down here.You have to see this.’Mustapha radioed him.As we regroup in that room,we find pictures of Bravo Six and other operatives who involved in our previous operation several months ago.Most of it have been crossed,probably being killed.We shake our heads in disbelief with Mustapha vented his anger,’How he managed to do this?Bloody bugger!’Then,we heard a ticking sound inside the room.As we leave the safehouse,a huge explosion destroyed it in no time.

 

Knowing this is just a ruse,I radioed Delta team,’Delta Siz,this is Bravo Five.Get your asses outta here!It’s a trap!’As we fleeing the scene,Ultranationalist forces relentlessly pursued us.Fortunately,Zeus covered our escape until those fools,using several Stingers,bring it down to earth,much to our horror.As we reached the exfil point,a sudden explosion briefly knocked me out.I did not know what happen but from their reaction,I know,I’m in bad way.’Sir,Soap’s badly wounded.Ghost,with me!We need to get him outta here!’As we finally inside the Sea Knight,I realized the old man is not there.I tried to scream but nothing happen.I can hear Riley screaming,’Sir,come on.We need to leave now!’But the old man shoved away his request,’Go!Get out of here now!’I tried to leave but the others prevented me from doing so.Mustapha and Sandman tried to reason with the pilot to stay for several moments to retrieve him but he denied their request,’It’s too late.If we stay,we all died!’As we leave Koshka,the mood is sombre.Mustapha punched the wall several times,venting his anger….If only we stay behind,maybe there’s a slim opportunity for him to join us….

 

January 30th,2012

 

0630 GMT

 

Somewhere in Petropavlovsk,Russia

 

Captain John Price

22nd Regiment,SAS

 

I thought I was dead back then.Being shot several times,at my arm,my shoulder and my knee.But to see me here in this facility,I know I’m being captured.But,one damning question appeared in my head,who exactly betrayed us that led to our ambush and my incarceration here.Then,a familiar figure entering my room.The man the entire country despise for what he have done,Vladimir Makarov.

 

I tried to punch him but then I realized,I’m shackled around my bed.’It’s been awhile,Leftenant.Or should I called you Captain?’H e started the conversation with a wry smile.’What do you want from me,Makarov?’I asked him back.Then,he started laughing to see me in that condition and replied,’Revenge,Price.You and your men murdered my General.One of the most honorable man in Russia.’I immediately spit on him and said,’Imran Zakhaev is a terrorist,not a leader that the Russians admired!’Enraged with my insult,he punched me.So hard that I feel I might lose some of my tooth.’Watched your tongue,Price.’He warns me.Despite the pain,I still asked,’How do you managed to track them down?Those operatives?How do you that?’He laugh once more and replied,’I have men out there,Captain Price.Men that are willing to do my bidding.’Angered with his statement,I angrily replied,’No one will served you,Makarov!’But he ignored my objection and calmly replied,’In this new world,as long as you have money,you can do anything.Me?They’re become my pawns,Price.They don’t care why I’m doing this as long as they’ve been paid!’After that,he leaves me,’Enjoy your new home,Captain.Hope you’re comfortable there.’Then,he started laughing again,mocking my fate while his,remain as a free man.Laugh all you want,Makarov.Next time,I might be the one who had the last laugh…

Prologue : Escalation

Image of General Shepherd

Sept. 1st,2011

 

2045 GMT

 

Hilton Hotel,

Kuala Lumpur,Malaysia

 

Lieutenant General Hershel von Shepherd

US Army

 

As this part of the world celebrating Eid Mubarak,one of the celebration in Islamic calendar,I’m here for a different reason.Today,I’m supposed to meet with some of the most powerful men on the planet.They’re not politicians,they’re just businessmen.However,from my observation,these men and women are opportunists,pouncing every opportunity to gain enormous profit or to further advancing their own interest.I’m also aware,with everything at stake,they will do whatever means necessary to preserve it,even murder…I always asked myself this question,why should I accept their offer,which endanger my position in the army itself as well as the safety of my loved ones…I can reject it on site..But my ego step in..My pride and honor as a soldier,as a leader in the US Army is was badly bruised…The scar from that trauma is still lingering in my mind…Maybe their proposal may not sound bad after all…

 

2100 GMT

 

Lounge 130

 

As expected,these people that I supposed to met are finally arrived.I have to say,their personality are very charismatic.No one could not resist that kind of charm.’Are you General Shepherd?’One of them asked.I replied,’Yes,I’m General Shepherd,US Army.’Satisfied with my answer,they introduced themselves.The man who asked the question is Harold Jackson,the head of Torchwood,one of the biggest defence contractors in America.Next,his associates,Gail Stephens,an owner Ravenclaw and Associates,one of the powerful law firm in Washington,Nathan Stanton,one of the leading senators in Capitol Hill and of course,the man who introduce me to this,military advisor for Torchwood,my friend,General David Hines.

 

‘Before we start,I would like to know if you’re still interested with our offer.’Jackson asked me.I immediately replied,’To be honest,I’m still interested with your offer.I find it very difficult to resist.’Satisfied with my response,he tells Hines to start presenting their proposal.’Hershel,we like to offer you vast resources you need to restore our country’s pride as one the most powerful nation in the world.You name it,weapons,manpower,resources,everything will be on your fingertips.Consider this as a way to seek revenge for your men who perished in Kuwait several months earlier.’Stunned with what they offering,I asked,’It’s easy for you to say but surely the government will not allow such resources like that to be wasted.Unless..’Jackson continued,’Unless war will occur between us and the Russians,to be exact Ultranationalists.’

 

Shocked with what they planning,I objected their proposal,’Mr.Jackson,you know waging war against Russia is suicidal.At the moment,hostility towards us are minimal.There’s no reason for us to wage war against them.’Despite my reaction,he waived my objection and replied,’Not when we use someone as our scapegoat,to trigger one of the most bloodies conflict in human history.To be exact,the man that we talking right now is Vladimir Makarov.’After a few moments,he continued,’Makarov is now waging a power struggle with Vorshevsky.We shall use this moment to ensure our goal will be achieved.’Sounds intriguing,still the reason behind these suicidal moves puzzling me a bit.This is when Stanton step in,’General,you may think me and my other associates as fools.I’m fully understand your reason to doubt us.You see,ever since that incident,our image,our reputation is eroding.No one respected us anymore.No one feared our strength.Our enemies laughed at our ability to strike back.To make matters worse,Taylor’s administration seems failed to restore our pride as one of the most powerful force on the planet.I believe you may shared our view in some way,General.’Everything he said is true…Every word strike that chord hard..Very hard…Hines concurred with his point and add,’Tell me,Hershel.What exactly Taylor’s administration did to those who perished in that explosion?Nothing..Only words and a small compesation..Promises to drag those were responsible never been fulfilled.So why you should continue have faith in this government if they cannot fulfilled their promises?’Slowly,but surely,I accept his point of argument.I know I won’t regret this….

 

Eventually,I concurred with their points.’Alright then,I accept your sticking point.But,we need to do this my way.’Stephens asked,’Why?Let me remind you,General.Our cabal consists of many notable figures inside the government and the military.With one snap,any trails will erased in no time.’Irritated with her tone,I angrily replied,’Yours maybe but what about me?The last thing I want to worry about is my own fate,either in jail or being persecuted like rats on the street!’Eventually,Jackson steps in and assures me,’I can assure you ,you will not end up like that,General.I can understand your concern,Gail.But this is a military operation,errors can occur.No matter how perfect we cover our tracks,in the end they will know.This is why I bring him in.So that our involvement will not be known to the public itself.’Eventually,she relented with my condition.However,she asked,’What kind of conditions you have in mind?’With situation now swinging to my way,I replied,’Allow me to set up a new task force with Vladimir Makarov as our intended target.I need the government backing and whatever resources I need to ensure this is a success.Last,I need my own security personnel,just in case things turned bad.’After hearing my request,a small giggle burst from him.’If that’s what you want,no problem at all.When you shall contact him?’He asked me about our ‘friend’.I replied,’When the time is right,I shall make contact with him.For now,we just let him loose in the wild.Enough to justify the existence of my task force.’After a few moments,I asked Hines,’Do you have anyone in mind?’Hines presented to me several dossiers,containing information about military personnel around the world.Then one dossier attract my attention.’I choose him.’At first,Hines surprised with my choice,fearful it could jeopardize the entire operation.But I convinced him,’Don’t worry about it.He’s perfect as our scapegoat…’The man that I choose is John MacTavish aka Soap.