The Op

[VercettiTheNiter]

*All returning characters owned by Infinity Ward/Activision.

*All new characters owned by me.

 

Writer's Note:

I wanted to just start by saying that one of my favorite stories of any videogame is that of Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare. It had everything, action, white-knuckle set pieces and wit. Modern Warfare 2 wasn't as good but still had some memorable characters. So this fanfic's purpose is to bridge the gap between games and also include a new character's story.

-VercettiTheNiter

 

 

 

PROLOGUE

 

"Who Dares Win"

SSgt. 'Soap' MacTavish

20 Miles Southwest of Credenhill, U.K.

November 11, 2012 17:00 Hours

 

The cloud of smoke from his cigar filled the air. It blended in with the foggy England air. He took another puff and looked at the moon. It glistened in the distance. John MacTavish was waiting outside the local pub where most S.A.S. members went to relax, "Sandra's Tavern" He looked to his left and saw an old friend. Captain Price.

 

"Soap!" The Captain happily greeted. He was an older man with a large handlebar moustache and a personality to match. Price was wearing a forest green sweater.

 

"Hello, sir" John MacTavish was a man of few words, so when he spoke people listened. The two shook hands and Price peered into the large window to see a somewhat empty bar with dim lighting.

 

"What's the deal Soap? You're not one to get drinks with colleagues" Price was a little surprised when John had contacted him earlier in the week to meet.

 

"Sir, it's the F.N.G. in there." John pointed to a young man in a corner booth, drinking a pint of lager and chewing on some almonds from tray.

 

"Looks like a muppet if I've ever seen one" Price looked in and finally turned to MacTavish who was stepping on the cigar butt.

 

"Well sir, this 'muppet' beat Gaz's time on the obstacle course and Newcastle calls him a prodigy with C4". John was sincere. His thick Scottish broad was coming through.

 

"Right" Price walked into the pub and was greeted by some attractive waitresses and the young man getting up from the booth and standing at attention.

 

"Hello darling, two fingers of Scotch and whatever this bloke is having" Price told the young girl. He walked over to the man by the booth.

 

"Ginger Ale" John said walking over to the booth. "Sit down in, you're public, mate" John told to young man who sat next to Price.

 

After a while of drinking the three finally got down to business.

 

"So you're MacMillan's nephew, aye?" Price started. The man nodded. "What's your name?"

 

"Zachary MacMillan, sir" He was very nervous.

 

"Well I don't care if you're related to the Lord himself, but from what Staff Sergeant MacTavish says your very good. So I have to ask, are you up for this?" Price whispered. Soap gave Zachary a dossier. Zachary skimmed through and saw some pictures of Ultranationalist activity in China.

 

"One more thing" Price took a sip from his whisky.

 

"Yes, sir?" MacMillan was a little confused about all this.

 

"From now on your name's Lorry" Price was certain about this.

 

"Why Lorry, sir?" This added more to his confusion.

 

"Because the sight of you makes me want to get run over by a truck" Price and Soap chuckled.

 

 

PROLOGUE

 

"Complex"

LCpl. 'Lorry' MacMillan

Kowloon, China

November 14, 2010 4:00 Hours

 

"Bravo Six, this is Hercules One-One, be advised multiple targets headed in your direction, Over" The radio chatter of the A-C130 was coming through over Price's comms.

 

Lorry and Soap were watching over a room in the distance off the rooftop of a large apartment complex. Soap was reloading his M21 and Ghost was sipping water from his canteen. Simon 'Ghost' Riley was an invaluable asset to the S.A.S. He earned his nickname for his outstanding field work and cunning in recon stealth operations. To add to gis mystery he always wore a balaclava with a skull-imprint.

 

"Roger that One-One. Keep us posted. Bravo Six, out". Price was looking through binoculars. He peered into a room in the building across from them. Inside were two Ultranationalists eletricuting Loyalist, Lt. Kamarov. "Soap wait for my mark. I've got a positive I.D. on Kamarov. He's being tortured" Price gave the signal to Soap.

 

"Lorry, bust 'em" Soap's finger was on the trigger. Lorry pressed down on a denator. A sudden blast was heard as several explosions when off from the parking lot across from the building they where Kamarov was being held. The two Russians looked through the window in awe and Soap fired to rounds into each's head.

 

"Ghost, Lorry go before the rest of those muppets make a move" Price yelled.

 

"Let's do this" Ghost whispered as the two rappelled down. MacMillan felt exhilarated by the operation. If this is my new job, I'm in love he thought. The duo made there way across the street, avoiding traffic and the large group of footmobiles heading to the building from the far side.

 

The ran through the back and ducked behind a dumpster. "No need to get caught for something stupid." Ghost tightened his grip on the surpressed M4A1 in his hand. The two waited until the group had all there attention on the burning yard.

 

"Go" Ghost said. The two ran in through the back and went up several flights of stairs until the reached the floor. They opened the door to the hall, quickly tossed a flashbang in, and closed it. Lorry kicked it in and shot at the guard that was watching the door. Apparently he was unaware of the two bodies inside.

 

They crept in. "All clear" Ghost walked over to Kamarov, who was tied to a chair, started bleeding out. "No mate, not like this" Ghost had sadness in his tone. "He's dead, sir" Lorry told over his radio. He looked out the window and notice a torrential rainfall that put out the flames. The Ultranationalists fled the scene as firemen arrived.

 

"Get out. There's nothing we can do for him now" Price was angered. "Sh*te!" Soap yelled. Ghost looked out the window and saw an RPG hit the roof where Soap and Price were hiding. "No!" Lorry screamed in disbelief. The Chinese police were now rushing through the hall outside the room.

Edited November 30, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter