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[fixfoxnox]

Ultranationalist Roach x TF141 Makarov? For the “Did someone get turned on by that~?” Prompt 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Luke's Spicy Snippets 12

Prompt: "Did someone get turned on by that~?"

Pairing: UN! Roach/TF141! Makarov

Warnings: Knife Play, Smut, Handjobs, blood, blood kink, cutting, usual dubcon warning for UN! Roach stuff

The knife glinted dangerously in the low lighting of the room, caught on just a flicker of the yellow from the bedside lamp. The edge of it glinted dangerously, but Makarov didn't have to see that to know that the blade was sharpened to a razor edge. He knew it would cut and he knew it would do so easily.

He watched with wide frightened eyes and a low glimmering of heat pooling in his gut as the knife was twirled expertly between deft fingers. It was almost mesmerizing in the way that it whipped around fingers, dangerously close but never cutting. It spoke to the skill of the man straddling his lap.

There was a sudden pause before, in an instant, the blade was swinging through the air and toward his face. It happened so suddenly that he had no time to react, he could only sit and wait for its sting. It never came. The blade stopped only inches from his skin. There was a low tutting noise and the man above him rolled his hips down, pulling a low gasp from Makarov's lips.

The flat edge of the knife pressed against his skin, the cool metal sending a shiver down his spine. "Pay attention, Volodya. Be a good for me, yes?"

"Roach," Makarov choked out the others name as the tip of the knife began to trace down his naked skin. Just a slight bit of pressure from the man above him and he'd be bleeding. It terrified him as much as it made his cock ache between his legs.

"What is it, baby? Hmm?" Roach rolled his hips again, pulling another gasp from Makarov and causing him to buck his hips up slightly. Roach pulled the knife away with a small frown on his face, "None of that. If I cut you, it'll be on purpose." Makarov bucked his hips up again at the thought and he was quick to throw an arm over his eyes, partially obscuring his beet red face as Roach laughed.

"Roach," he whined, his voice high in his throat.

"Aww," Roach gave a laugh and, with one quick move he nicked Makarov's skin just above his pec, causing a small sting and a little well of blood to begin dripping over his skin. Makarov answered the move with a gasp and loud moan. "Did someone get turned on by that~?"

"You're so unfair," Makarov gasped again as Roach leaned down to lick the blood from his skin. Roach didn't dignify him with a response, he just let his mouth press kisses along Makarov's skin, exploring as he liked with a contented hum. Makarov muttered several choice curses toward the man in Russian, knowing that he wouldn't be able to understand him.

It backfired though and soon there was a hand pressed to the base of his throat and a mouth hovering over his. Fear and pleasure continued to swirl together, creating an enticing cocktail as Roach squeezed, cutting off a bit of his air.

"You wanna translate that for me baby?" Roach tilted his head at him and, without looking, he pressed the flat of the blade against Makarov's nipple, pulling a choked gasp from his lips. Makarov could only whimper in response. "If you can't, I'll have to guess and I don't think you said anything particularly nice."

Makarov tried to respond, to come up with some little fib, but he couldn't even speak before Roach was nicking his skin again, only this time he paired the move with a quick roll of his hips. A choked moan pulled from his lips and it was followed quickly after by a whimper as Roach licked the blood from that cut as well.

"Well?" Roach asked, grinning as he licked and sucked at Makarov's skin. Makarov realized too late just what the other man was up to. "I suppose if you aren't going to answer," he tightened his grip against Makarov's neck, "I can only assume the worst."

There was no time for Makarov to plead his case, not when Roach was moving off of his thighs to lower himself down his body. His breathe hitched in his throat as he watched Roach come face to face with his hard and leaking cock. "Oh, wow you really liked that, huh?" Roach gave him a teasing grin before he wrapped his hand, still holding the knife, around his cock.

Makarov gasped and froze as he felt the metal of the knife against his cock. It was the flat side, but he knew that with one wrong slip and he'd find himself at a very awkward hospital visit. Roach only smirked at his reaction before slowly starting to jerk him off. It was delicious and terrifying all at once.

The feeling of Roach's hand combined with the hard and unforgiving feel of the knife was good enough on its own, but the danger of knowing how close the blade was, it was utterly terrifying, but it was also enough to have Makarov shaking and dripping pre-cum over Roach's hand. Roach only laughed at the war that was clearly going on in his mind. He enjoyed watching the mix of fear and pleasure from the man.

After several long moments, Makarov was a whining and moaning mess. He was trying so hard to keep his hips still because he knew that one wrong move could cause him trouble. Roach found his predicament amusing and did everything in his power to make controlling himself harder.

Eventually, Makarov couldn't help it and he gave a shallow jerk of his hips. As soon as his hips started moving, Roach had retracted. It was quite a testament to how much he was truly paying attention. "C'mon baby," he shook his head and gave Makarov a small pout, "didn't I tell you to be good for me? I thought you were my good boy?"

"I am," Makarov answered in a small voice, meeting Roach's eyes with a desperate look. He was trying so hard to be good, he wanted to be good for Roach.

"Really?" Roach traced a finger over Makarov's hip, biting his lip as he did. "Well, you need something to show that, don't you?"

Roach looked at him with large pleading eyes and Makarov knew what he wanted. His body lit up with heat at the idea, spirals of arousal rushing through him. He was practically shaking from anticipation by the time he managed to gasp out, "Yes, please."

"Good boy," Roach praised him, pressing a kiss to the skin of his hip before twirling the knife and bringing it right to the skin where his lips had just been. Makarov could feel the sharp edge of the knife against his skin where it just sat for one long teasing moment.

At the first cut of the knife, he whimpered. His hands shot out, grabbing tight to Roach's shoulders as the younger man continued to draw the knife across his skin slowly. Careful lines and curves that made him shake. He gave several little grunts and groans as the knife continued to dig into his hip.

Roach whispered praise against his skin as he cut, warming his body and helping to send the pain flushing pleasurably to his cock. He was still leaking and hard by the time that Roach pulled the knife away for good.

Roach met his eyes before flicking his tongue out to lick the blood from his knife. Makarov could only gape at the sight, his breathing heavy as he watched the other man clean the knife with his tongue.

Moments later and the knife was set to the side so that Roach could lave his tongue over the cuts he's made on Makarov's hip. Makarov yelped at the feeling, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched his lover clean his skin. "Roach," he managed to stutter out as his cock gave a pitiful twitch.

"Such a good boy," Roach placed a kiss to the fresh cuts before leaning back to admire his handiwork. "Now everyone will know just who you belong to, just who's good boy you are."

Makarov didn't have to lean down to know what the other man had carved into his skin. He'd felt every line of the "GRS" as it was cut into his hip. The knowledge that it was there likely permanently sent a pleasured flush down his spine. And, as Roach's mouth slipped lower and fixed itself over his cock, he felt more than a little pleased with himself.

Roach's good boy indeed.

[tomialtooth]

Yeah!! You're right! The mw reboot fandom is almost entirely carried by the alone mission; it's not even funny. More controversially you could say that the fandom is carried by ghoap which was spawned largely from this mission. I feel like people didn’t notice the quality drop as much between 2019 and 2022 because while the game wasn’t good per say it was still fun. Realistically speaking people shouldn’t have been that surprised 2023 went the way it did given the difference between 2022 and 2019 but hindsight's 20/20 I guess. The thing that really gets me about the mw reboot in general is that there are just enough kernels of cool ideas sprinkled throughout the bullshit that it makes sad for the things that could have been.

Part of the reason why I think the mw reboots are weaker than the originals is that they try to completely divorce the story from the context the originals first emerged from. The original mw games were absolutely products of their time and place and by moving them to modern day they completely rip away the sociopolitical and cultural context that inspired the originals. The story is the way it is because it’s a reflection of shit that was going on in the late Bush and early Obama eras! The reboots have divorced the art from its context and the narrative and characters suffer from that.

I fear for the lives of anyone in the vicinity if Price and Adler end up meeting. Do NOT let Captain Price near Bell; he has suffered enough.

Please don’t do Hudson like that he’d be rolling in his bald grave if he knew his descendant was running a pmc. Mason shouldn’t even have been allowed to have a fork man

How it feels when you don't like the headcanon that Graves is Adler's son

[ohgeesoap]

Soap's journal entries concerning dogs. Typed out under the cut in case they're difficult to read.

Consider me a cat man now.

We overcame ultranationalists, chopper crashes, danger close with gunships, but a goddamn dog is what'll get me into an infirmary? Rabies, ridiculous. What a waste of time. Obviously can't tell Price or Gaz. Nikolai seems capable of keeping a secret. Probably keeps vials of vaccine vaulted with manifest intel, secretive bastard.

--

And no, I haven't exactly been on my booster shots. Think Nikolai said every two years but didn't think I'd be back in Russia so bloody soon. So yeah, was happy to follow Price and Roach over the net. Not just because it meant I was far from the mutts, but because I got to listen to the two of them working together like we once did. There was the same option: take out the target or let them him pass. Nice to hear Price taking Roach under his wing. Know the effect it can have.

[roachsideblog]

Hi, I'm Duckies! 23, he/him, I write darker things so Watch Out. Roachtruther and Fic Writer. I've actually been writing since 6th grade, which is uh. Over a decade now lol

This is my TV-14 (DLSV) blog.

My Main Blog: @tinyduckies (also TV-14 DLSV)

My 18+ AO3: tinyduckies

My 18+ Sideblog: @sideroachblog

Minors can interact with *this* blog and my main, not the other sideblog listed above. I ask that minors don't read my 18+ fics highlighted orange (the others are fine, highlighted blue). Ultimately I cannot parent you and do not care to do so, so if you fuck yourself up reading my adult fics I blame your parents.

Heed the TWs!!

Masterlist Under the Cut

Completed:

1. Roach Wouldn't Really Do It...

GhostRoach ANGSTY Hurt/Comfort One-Shot

HEAVY TW: Suicidal Thoughts

2. Leg Day

18+ Oneshot, SoapRoach Public Gym Shenanigans

3. Exhaustion's a Funny Thing

18+ Oneshot, GhostRoach Totally-Not-a-Date

TW: Mild Homophobia Mention, Alcohol Consumption, Drunk Sex

4. The Apple of My Eye

SoapGhost Hurt/Comfort One-Shot

TW: Mortality, Parental Death/Hospice Care

5. Subatomic

Röanig [RoachKönig] One-Shot, Developing Friendship/Crush, Can Be Read as One-Sided or Mutual Pining

Mild TW: Referenced Child Abuse, Emetophobia, Canon-Typical Violence, Smoking

6. Frozen Solid

KeegRoach Hypothermia Fic, pt. 1 but can be read by itself.

TW: Head Injury/TBI, Broken Bones, Unconsciousness, Drowning, Hypothermia

7. Rope Training

18+ Oneshot, SoapGhostRoach. Title explains it lol

WIPS:

1. Outside Looking In

18+ longform content, has occasional smut. SoapGhostRoach. Takes place after Roach is rescued from an Ultranationalist prison camp. From Soap's perspective as he grapples with his crush on Ghost while learning more about Ghost's intimacy with Roach, as well as Roach's past first-hand rather than by word-of-mouth.

~90k words, >2/3 complete, updated every month/every two months because I work full time.

Don't read if you hate communication issues/miscommunication in fic.

HEAVY TW: Mentioned Rape/Noncon, Torture, Starvation, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Flashbacks, Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Alcoholism/Drinking, Smoking, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Internalized Homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence

2. Melt to the Touch

18+ KeegRoach pt. 2, post-Frozen Solid where they reconnect and focus on getting together while Roach recovers and Keegan deals with his father's shitty behavior tying him to America when he'd rather move on with his life. Has occasional smut.

~16.5k words. I dunno if I'll finish it. I would love to but you know how it is lol

TW: Injury Recovery, TBI Recovery/Management, Fatherly Issues.

[blu3-ja3]

HELLO! So I have lots of colored coordinated characters and I realised I should probably give a bit of a key to how this will go in my head. SO! Here's all the characters that I plan to write. It's basically a key for Readers.

141

1st Captain John Price: Purple

2nd Captain Maevis "Doc" O'Connor: Pink

1st Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley: Blue

2nd Lieutenant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick: Green

Sergeant Major John "Soap" MacTavish: Red

1st Sergeant Gary "Roach" Sanderson: Orange

Kate Laswell: Just Italicized

Ghost Team (Stalker)

Lieutenant Keegan P. Russ: Blue and Italicized

Sergeant Major David "Hesh" Walker: Red and Italicized

Sergeant Major Logan Walker: Green and Italicized

Sergeant Major Alex V. "Ajax" Johnson: Purple and Italicized

Reoccurring Side Characters

Nikolai: Bold, Red and Italicized

Alejandro Vargas: Bold, Green and Italicized

Rudolfo "Rudy" Parra: Bold, Blue and Italicized

Alex Keller : Bold, Orange and Italicized

Farah Karim: Bold, Pink, and Italicized

Lieutenant Nila "Nova" Brown: Orange and Italicized

Villain/Antagonist will be in Bold! Sometimes they'll be colored if they're reoccurring for example

Philip Graves and Shadow Company

Konig and KorTac

Vladimir Makarov and RUN (Russian Ultranationalist)

[cristaq]

Did you know that at the end of the og MW2 campaign there was an easter egg “mission” representing a museum with displays about different missions from MW? This is the inspiration behind the next piece!

Right before the entrance to the National War Museum, housed inside the mighty Edinburgh Castle, stands an A-frame sign that reads: Memories of WW3 – Temporary Exhibition. Underneath the title is the name of the organiser: John MacTavish.

Soap, as restless as ever, bounces around inside the museum, meticulously checking the infographics on the walls. Every detail has received his full attention, but for anyone who knows Soap, that’s not nearly enough. The rooms are filled with display cases containing excerpts from Soap’s field journal—pages of priceless history, firsthand accounts of the war and its effects. His sketches and testimonials from others corroborate the information, and some entries still bring tears to his eyes, particularly those written by Roach and Ghost.

Soap has carefully included anyone who left a mark on his life, from Delta Force to the Ultranationalists, with dedicated cases for each. And, of course, there’s a special case for Price. Inside rests the pistol they passed around during their service (part of their unspoken love language). Other mementos are on display too, including an empty pack of Villa Clara cigars. Soap hasn’t shied away from their relationship; a panel summarising their love story sits beside the artefacts.

“I like what you did with this one,” Price says, bending over the glass, examining the objects in his case.

Soap interrupts his pacing, walking over to rest his cheek on Price’s shoulder. “I’m glad you like it. I gave it my utmost care.” He plants a soft kiss on Price’s cheek.

“I’m sure you did,” Price responds, turning to cup Soap’s face. “It’ll go great, no doubt in my mind.” He kisses Soap’s forehead and pulls him into a tender embrace.

The next morning, the Castle opens its gates to visitors. Once a bastion meant to keep people out, the Castle now welcomes tourists, inviting them to uncover its secrets. People flood the museum, and Soap enjoys moving among the crowd, occasionally interacting with visitors.

Two weeks later, the museum asks Soap to make the exhibition permanent.

[diejager]

Chapter 4

Cw: blood, death, canon typical violence, guns, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 3.6k

Series masterlist

Previous

Finland was a beautiful country, with a wide expanse of snowy plains and forest that covered the frozen earth. Green pines were tipped in gleaming snow, shiny and holy in a way that brought out awe and astonishment instead of anxiety from the mission. For a pretty country, the land was bathed in blood, old and new, both Finnish and Russian. 

Standing on the border of Finland and Russia was a compound, one built by shady funds and shadier reasons that the CIA decided to send Task Force 141 to shut down. The images from drones showed that it tainted the snow black and grey, a mark on the land people wanted gone. It was your target. 

Price gathered you around the table for the mission's debriefing, standing at the head of it, he had pictures displayed on the table, and physical notes about the mission and Laswell dealt with the extra explanations, sliding files to the screen. A Russian compound from what Laswell's intel told you, hidden under the thick, forested area of the border with a skeleton crew of around twenty ultranationalists.

The CIA had mentioned that their initial assumptions of the ongoings were human trafficking or an information hub for terrorists and prisoners. Whether it was the first or the second, the secretive compound had to be detained.

"Our main objective is to gather information about the things happening behind those walls. It's an infiltration and intel gathering. We leave in 15.

With the dismissal, you all filed out of the room, boots sounding loudly as you made your way to your barrack and then armoury for the mission. Everyone would need to be ready, you'd have no air support or cover, and you'd all be on field.

Nikolai warned you about turbulence, the harsh wind of the Nordic countries was stronger than the British weather, but the ride was calming, interacting with your teammates on the three-hour flight. Jokes were passed around by Gaz and Soap, they were by far the goofiest of the bunch, though with a bit of insistence, Ghost shared a few of his dark humour. 

Humour wasn't something you'd relate Ghost to, the brooding mass of a man seemed so cold and distant to you, yet he cared about the team, and now you too. Price, however, had the worst dad jokes one could think of. Although his jokes were bad and as dark as Ghost's, you couldn't contain your cackle when you saw the disgusted expression on the three, younger men before you. 

"Approaching the landing site," Nikolai called out, his voice ringing out from the headset.

The carrier shook violently, and your stomach dropped along the plane, lowering to the cleared, paved ground near a village. It was a rocky landing, the landing wheels jerking upwards a few times before it stopped moving. You followed out behind Price and Roach once you were cleared by Nikolai, hearing the blades shutter and halt as your eyes adjusted to the white land. 

You were warned about snow blindness, staring at the beautiful sight through dark glasses, it made everything sombre, but you wouldn't risk it. By habit, your eyes scanned the area, watching for things that could bring to your team. When everything seemed fine, you faced the blurred figure that moved to your side. 

"First time 'ere?" Ghost asked, his voice gravelly from not using it much apart from the few jokes he told, they could be counted with both hands. 

"No, I've been here once, just nowhere this calm," you replied, watching Nik's back. 

He walked with long strides, casual and comfortable with the older-looking man standing farther from your group, weary with age. You lingered on the Russian, ready to act if the old man had dark intentions. They spoke, hands moving in small and wide gestures as they exchanged words. You were too far to catch a whisper of their discussion, but the smile that stretched on the man's lips told you it was going well. 

They shook hands and Nikolai called out, urging you to follow the Finnish. Edvard, the local that would host you during your stay, his cabin would act as your temporary safe house in the remote village. He was Nik's contact in the area, someone you couldn't trust to keep your location safe. Edvard had nothing to lose, an old man living alone on the outskirts of the village, and a family lost to Barkov’s tyranny.

The broken-down car burped and spewed exhaust with loud rumbles, it seemed as old - if not, older - than the driver itself. Your team of seven, four of which were burly men and three leaner but still cracked with layers of warm jackets, vests and gear, somehow fit. With little to no baggage, except a bag from each, four of you fit the car, it was tight but you made it work, Nikolai sat at the front and the two last - Soap and Gaz - were left out in the cold, in the pickup’s bed with the bags. It was a miracle the ford hadn’t dropped from the sheer, combined weight of its passengers. 

The hour-long ride was uncomfortable, being forced to lay over their laps to fit during a long and bumpy road promised a sore back, especially when you were staring up at your Lieutenant’s face. The warm brown hues that hazed back down through the tinted glasses made you flush, his gaze had always been intense, in and out of duty. None of your teammate’s stare compared to Ghost’s. The ride was silent, awkward to the point you’d hear a pin drop if Nikolai and Edvard weren’t talking - a rough mix of Finnish and Russian that none of you understood - and the boisterous chatter from the men outside. Talking helped get the mind off the cold air, gloves, hats and balaclava weren’t enough for the cold. Their chattering helped mince the uncomfortableness you felt, forced to stare continuously at the man who liked being unseen. 

You were out the second the engine was shut down, jumping from Ghost’s side as if their bodies burned you. You were grateful they hadn’t mentioned your little run, knowing it was unbearably confining. The cabin wasn’t much, but it had heat, food and warm water, it wasn’t decrepit looking nor was it run down. You shrugged your glasses once you stepped into the cabin, white light illuminated the open-concept place furnished with old things, the yellowed doors were mostly rooms and a bathroom. Two rooms to the left and two others to the right, one was Edvard’s and you’d have to share the rest and the available couch. 

“I’ll take the couch,” Ghost’s decision was quickly made. He preferred to sleep alone - if he even slept - and taking the couch let him have the whole view of the cabin. It never sat well with him to stay the night in new places, new was unknown, and unknown was dangerous. He might sleep an hour or two, but he’d be ready to move if anything happened. 

“Roach with Winter, Gaz with Soap, and Nikolai with me.”

Your team had foregone the pickup truck, it would’ve been easily seen and heard by the Russian’s guards and their surveillance around the forest. The trek through the forest was cold and quiet, you could see it a mile in, the compound stood out under the green pines with its white lights and the tall, grey walls. Your plan was to slip in through the back and take out the security system before Alpha and Bravo would go in. You and Gaz - team Echo - were tasked with taking down the two guards near the back entrance and from then, shut down the system and take out anyone on the way. 

“Team Echo in position, moving in, “ Gaz called, hand motioning you to take position and wait for his call to kill. One shot to the head, or a double tap to the chest. 

Your intel told you they had walked the same path every time, one man went left and the other, right, with a rotation every half hour. The last swap was five minutes ago, so you’d have around twenty-five minutes to complete your task. You followed the left man, watching through your night-vision goggle (NVG) his figure waddle between the trees. You moved quietly, approaching him with your handgun in both hands; you’d all agreed that it’d be a better option if you wanted to stay quiet, a muzzled handgun would echo less in an empty forest void of sound.

His steps were loud and careless, too used to being the only ones in the area, they covered yours and let you get closer to him. When you slid next to him, you shot out, side colliding with his back. He fell with a shout, eyes wide in shock as he reached for the rifle that fell a foot away from him. Before he could grasp it, you aimed for his head and fired, blood spraying from the wound as the exit hole oozed it. You searched his body, padding down his sides and hip until you found the keycard they used to leave and enter the facility.

You felt at ease, this was your field of work, killing was a better skill than healing in these moments, but being a field medic had its merit. Your hands were stable, your body moving by instinct - habits beaten in by your training - and your mind tuning the loud voices that swore at you. Everything felt colder, more numb when you were on duty, it was nearly calming to your mind, blocking out all noise when you were on the move - concentrate or you die.

“Gaz, what’s your status?” you called, standing from the body, sliding back into the dark.

“Good, meet me back,” he answered, and you could hear the snow crunch beneath his feet. 

You backtracked and flipped up your NVG, seeing him crouched behind a tree and nodded when you caught his eye. You showed him the keycard, both entering the clearing around the walls. The door clicked open when you scanned the keycard, it beeped before you pushed it open. You looked both sides, rifle aimed for anyone to turn the corner and walked in when you saw it was safe. The insides buzzed with a loud hum, booming enough to almost cover your shots, so you and Gaz would have to hastily make your way to the security room. 

You move in first, Gaz watching your back as you followed the instructions Laswell gave towards the security room, her plans were clear and simple: once inside, down the left hall and turn right at the corner, then turn right and up the stairs to the fourth floor, the target room was the last door on the floor with a bold Безопасность - security. You watched both ways before you turned right, and did again before turning and stalking to the stairs. The climb was quiet, no one had entered or walked the east wing and the stairs were vacant. It was a rapid climb to the fourth floor, where the only ultranationalist you saw was entering the security room. You turned to Gaz, nodding a silent message - one you’d conveyed many times before - and hastily made your way to the room’s door. 

You burst through the door, throwing a flash grenade into the room before you rushed in with Gaz behind you. You heard their screams - two distinct voices, both males - and shot them down when they blindly searched the tables, one for his gun and the other for his radio. You searched the whole room before radioing the others: “Security room clear. I’m watching the cams, Cap’n. The backdoor’s still open, you have less than ten minutes. “

“Copy, Alpha moving out,” Price answered. 

“Bravo out,” Ghost replied, he and Soap moved to meet up with Alpha Team. 

They would make their way up, clearing floor by floor while you and Gaz would search the fourth floor for mercenaries and information. It was quickly done, you swept the floor, going room to room with your rifles raised, watching Gaz’s back as he led. You assumed the floor was vacant since no one rushed in after the screams, giving you enough time to search the security room for stray files or anything Laswell would appreciate getting her hands on. 

“Floor one, clear.” They cleared the first floor, moving up to the second. 

There were four doors apart from the security room, two held bunks and were dirtied with stray clothes and other inconspicuous things. Disgusting, you’d be punished severely for having such messy barracks and rooms, laps around the base of extra training time, the Ultranationalists had no organization in this base - different from others you’ve seen. The third room was an archive of some sort, rows and rows of file boxes, all unlocked. They were old files, you swiped through each box and saw the dates marked on the manila folders. Some were dated from before the 21st century, the oldest from 1989 and the most recent from a month ago. There were too many to take, but Laswell told you to search for a computer and save whatever was on the drive.  

The last door led to a briefing room, albeit small, with a computer placed on the table. This was what you were tasked to find, you skimmed the side, searching for the disk or drive that held the information you needed. 

“Floor two, clear.” It had been quiet on their side, they met enemies on the way.

While you were preoccupied with the laptop, Gaz looked over the folders spread on the table, flipping pages and reading words he didn’t understand. Russian, they were written in Russian and none of you were able to read, nor speak it. Sure, you understood, but only enough to know the basics. Your finger nudged the small edge of a disk, the round corners of the plastic rectangle. You pushed it lightly and it slid out, grabbing the protruding cartridge and placing it in the pocket of your black jacket, under your vest. 

“Found the drive.”

“And I got the files, seems important enough.”

It was radio silence for a while, you waited for the other teams’ reply before moving down, watching the room’s door for gunmen. You locked eyes with Gaz, asking him whether you should move or wait for them. Although both sergeants, you trusted his experience in a field he was thrust into longer than you, he had the rank years before a greenie like you. If he told you to wait, you’d wait; if he wants to move out, you’d follow him out. 

“Floor three, clear-“ the radio cracked, Soap growled into his mic, a deep, throaty sound akin to Ghost’s roars. “We’re moving up.” The gravely tone told you all you had to know, he and Ghost met someone on their floor. 

From your position, you watched the door open and Price popped his head in, nodding his head towards Gaz - folder in his hand - and you - disc secured in your vest. With Price’s order for evac, you all followed him out, face snugly hidden under your black balaclava and thick clothes in the cold winter of Finland’s night. 

Price called Laswell once you confirmed you were safely back to Edvard’s cabin, jumping into a secure line and retelling your mission with the promise of giving her the disc and folder once you landed on British ground, back on familiar land with cloudy days and rainy evenings. While the colder air was refreshing, a sight you last saw years back, nothing felt better than familiar ground, the safety and comfort your barack brought or the thrill and amusement the pub you went to last week left you with, watching your team getting wasted on alcohol to a successful mission. 

You’d wait out the night, trading posts for night watch with the others, your team’s paranoia of being followed and never knowing if the enemy had called for backup after you reached the security room. So many times bad luck struck you, fate dealing you a bad hand in your endeavours. Ghost would go first, being the most paranoid out of everyone - for good reasons, he’d been betrayed too many times to count, and he knew the sharp edge of a knife better than anyone else - then you’d take his place, let him rest while he could, after you, Soap, Gaz, Roach and Price, the Captain would be able to wake everyone up in the early morning. 

You tried sleeping, rolling from one side to the other, one leg knocking the other while your mind stormed with wild thoughts and wandering words. Your eyes closed, ears muffled with the soft cover of your pillow, but sleep evaded you, chased away from stray thoughts. The voices, and the screaming pain from memories long gone haunted you when you weren’t on field, the drowned-out sounds of gunfire and grenades submerged the memories. Tonight, however, the cries were louder, more painful and desperate than they were yesterday or the day before, twisted and turning wouldn’t do you any good, nor would it do Roach any good, who slept a few feet away from you. 

So you left your bed, what harm would it bring if you took your post early, you couldn’t sleep and wouldn’t be able to either. Sound sleep had escaped your grasp the moment you touched Finland. Outside the door, you caught Ghost staring back at you, alerted by the sound and movement of your exit. You gazed back at him, silent as he was with his beautiful, brown eyes. 

“Mind if I join you?” you tentatively asked, voice low to not startle the others. You stopped on the other side of the couch, waiting for his reply. You were hyper-fixed on his eyes.

While your relationship with him had a bumpy start, you admired him, you looked up to the beast he was: solemn and strong-willed. He moved forward without looking back, seeing things until the end without an ounce of hesitation in his step, of fear or trepidation on his face - his warm eyes - and he never stooped low, head held high and powerful. His huge figure with broad shoulders and thick arms were distracting at times, when you saw him walk down the hall at the base, cloaked in black and a simple, skull-painted balaclava over his face than his masked one. 

He was your lieutenant, your second in command and you trusted him with your life as he did with you, months of working side by side had strengthened the link between you. From strangers to colleges to brothers in arms. You learned to read the smallest signs on him, from non-verbal, tensing shoulders to the dilated joy in his eyes when you watched the others stumble drunkenly. 

You moved when he nodded slightly, eyes watching you sit beside him before returning to gazing out the windows. Join him, you did, silently sharing this moment with Ghost, rare moments of calmness (even with the noise in your head). You sat in silence, a few calming minutes of respite, you traced the few visible stars from the inside of the dark cabin. The countryside had its perks, especially at night, where only darkness clouded the skies, this one was painted with stars, some bright, some dim. It was a sight for sore eyes for city dwellers like you, used to the grey skyline and bright skyscrapers that loomed over the houses and flats in the UK. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” Ghost’s voice was mellow, having a slight rasp from the small use of his voice. It was deep and soothing to your ear, it captured your attention and kept it on him. His question wouldn’t be left unanswered. 

You hummed, bobbing your head as you peered at him from the corner of your eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of the dark lashes fluttering when he blinked. His face was turned towards you, his pretty eyes looking at you with calmness in them. Perhaps he knew your answer wasn’t satisfactory for him, or perhaps he knew you hid something from him. Something weighed on his mind, you could tell by his continuous staring. You wouldn’t urge him to ask the question that lingered on his tongue, not unless he felt comfortable to ask it. You learned quickly that he was as mentally guarded as he was physically, building a thick and high wall around himself, it rarely cracked but it did.

You tethered on the limit of his comfort, the nearness between you was as close as you could get to him without having him tense, however, physical touch was a negative. You did once touch him and he flinched, muscle rippling and freezing at your cool gloves, you hadn’t touched him since then. You knew the fear of being touched, you’ve been once before, though you worked it off slightly. You still jumped, but you wouldn’t panic. 

“Somethin’ bothering you?” he finally asked, pushing out the words after a tense moment in his body.

“Not really,” you shook your head, returning his stare. “Just feeling excited about returning home. It feels safer, no?”

This time he hummed, a distracting sound that rumbled out of his throat. You loved the sound of his voice, albeit rare for him to speak more than a few lines here and there, you cherished the moments he did. You could sit here, with him, gazing into each other’s eyes, admiring him for everything he was. Respect and loyalty were given to him, for his experience and his trauma. You knew the way everyone looked at him, fear from outsiders and warmth from the Task Force, they were your family as you were theirs.

“You won’t mind if I stay here ‘till I take over, L.T.?”

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[welldonekhushi]

This is one interesting AU that I decided to make it come alive. Which is.. what if Makarov turned into a hero?

Like, he didn't choose to be a hero, but made into one? Due to several reasons, that he met this fate?

Makarov had no idea what was happening around him. All he knew, was to wake up in a medical room out of nowhere, with a bandage on his head, having no knowledge of his past or history of whatever he has done. Getting to know he was finally conscious, they made him remember that he went on a special operation with the SAS, and came back injured and unconscious.

He met a few people. Captain Price. Soap. Roach. Ghost. And his mission was to eliminate the Ultranationalists.

The main problem was, he couldn't remember anything, even his name. When he asked, they all could respond to him which was "Vincent MacCandlish". The rest? It's obvious.

Shall I make more on this AU? Let me know from you guys! 😩✨

[softcallofdutyimagines]

Was going to send this via DM then realized it's pointless because DMs are hard. So here it is as an ask.

The Summarized Timeline of Modern Warfare:

COD 4:

In 1996, John Price and Captain MacMillan try to kill Irman Zakhaev. It fails.

Fast forward to 2011. The Russian government and the Ultranationalists are at war. The separatist leader and extremist Al-Asad, an ally of the Ultranationalists, stages a coup d’état in an unknown Middle East country, provoking U.S. involvement. With Shepherd as supreme commander, the U.S. send a platoon over to catch Al-Asad. They fail.

Meanwhile, Soap is recruited to Price’s team and helps Price and Gaz infiltrate a cargo ship with a nuclear device in the Bering Strait. Later, with the help of Russian forces lead by Kamarov, they rescue double agent Nikolai, who has been keeping tabs on the Ultranationalists. Price learns that Al-Asad has a nuke and warns the U.S. The U.S. doesn't care and attacks Al-Asad’s palace, only to then get wiped off the earth by the nuke. Makarov and Yuri watch from a distance. Shepherd is demoted to general because of this.

Price captures and kills Al-Asad after finding out Zakhaev is the leader of the Ultranationalists. He hunts down Victor Zakhaev, son of Irman, to lure Zakhaev into a trap. Victor commits suicide to avoid interrogation. Mourning, Zakhaev deploys missiles to destroy various western continents but Price stops them remotely. Zakhaev faces Price’s forces himself and kills Gaz. Soap then kills Zakhaev. Makarov takes over the Ultranationalists and begins terrorizing the west with mass murders, trafficking, bank robberies, and drug dealing.

Intermission (the comics/in game side lore)

Late in 2011: Task Force 141 is created. Shepherd recruits Ghost to TF141. Ghost quickly proves himself to be a useful member, partaking in multiple operations, including becoming a hostage alongside children in a school to help distract their captors until the task force rescues them.

It’s 2012. Roach is recruited.

It’s 2013. A failed mission results in Price becoming a captive for the rest of the task force to escape. Rather than being killed, he’s simply placed in a gulag.

MW2:

It’s 2016. Russia and the U.S. are hanging on to maritime by a thread. Shepherd sends Joseph “Alexei Borodin” Allen as a mole within Makarov’s forces and participate in the airport shooting. However, Shspherd also told Makarov Allen’s identity, and Makarov kills Allen just in time for his body to be found by Russian police. Prior to the shoot-up, Yuri betrays Makarov, and Makarov shoots him, leaving him to die in a parking garage tied up. Yuri escapes and attempts to kill Makarov but passes out. An enraged Russia starts a war with the U.S.

TF141 starts the hunt for Makarov, first finding his weapons dealer in Brazil, then freeing the one man who scares Makarov more than anyone else: Prisoner 627, or John Price for short. They storm a submarine bay where Price sets off a ballistic missile. Price and Soap, and Roach and Ghost then split up to find Makarov and/or his plans in the Middle East.

While that’s happening, Russia attacks the U.S., hence leading the Ramirez memes. Russia’s basically destroyed everything (but not Burger Town!) and cornered the U.S., but in good COD timing fashion, Price’s ballistic missile destroys all Russian technology and the U.S. soldiers are able to keep on fighting.

Ghost and Roach are betrayed and killed by Shepherd, who wants to kill Makarov himself to restore his glory. Angry, Price and Soap turn to Makarov for help, whose forces are being crippled by Shepherd's attacking forces. Makarov reveals Shepherd’s location. Price and Soap hunt down Shepherd and kill him, however Soap is gravely injured. Nikolai rescues them, then brings Soap to a safehouse where he can be tended to while Price meets a new ally named Yuri.

MW3:

Russia continues its attacks on the U.S. Team Metal of Delta Force destroys the Russian Navy, which causes Russia to retreat from the East Coast. Makarov captures the Russian president and receives launch codes to nuclear bombs after threatening the president’s daughter. He sends chemical bombs to Sierra Leone and Europe, detonating the European ones. Price finds the ones in Sierra Leone.

Team Metal, Team Price, and Kamarov group up in France and plan a meeting with the CEO in charge of the chemical bomb creation. It’s a trap, and they’re ambushed by Makarov’s forces who kill Kamarov and fatally wound Soap. Yuri is revealed to be Makarov’s old ally to which Price is pissed about, but then decides to work with on a rescue mission to save the Russian president’s daughter in Berlin.

They save her, but at the cost of Team Metal sacrificing themselves. The Russian president and his daughter are returned to Russia and Russia and the U.S. call a ceasefire while Price and Yuri hunt for Makarov. Makarov is cornered and kills Yuri but is killed himself when Price wraps a wire around his neck and hangs him.

MW19:

Scrap everything I just told you except for character names.

In 1999, a young 20 year old Russian named Barkov invades Urzikstan and enslaving the people there for 20 years. Farah and her brother Hadir are orphaned during the invasion. At some point, the people of Urzikstan begin to talk of a savior named Karim who will guide them to freedom.

Around 2009, Farah is revealed to be Karim, and Barkov plans to kill her, however the SAS get involved and Price sets Farah and her people free from the Russian prisons. Farah becomes the leader of the Urzikstan Liberation Forces and the SAS keep tabs on the Urzikstan situation.

In 2019, CIA operative “Alex” discovers a Russian chemical weapon, which is used to attack Piccadilly Circus 24 hours. The U.S. gets involved in Urzikstan, and Alex’s handler Kate Laswell sends him to Urzikstan with reference to Price’s name so he isn’t killed. He helps Farah fight against Barkov’s forces and Barkov's sympathizers, Al-Qatala. Meanwhile Price and Kyle Garrick chase down associates to the gas attacks.

Hadir steals the Russian gas and kills Barkov’s forces and Al-Qatala during one attack, at the expense of Farah’s forces and nearly Farah and Alex. Farah disowns him. Hadir runs away and Price and Kyle hunt him down, realizing Hadir plans to overtake Barkov's position. They find Hadir and use him to get to Barkov, then capture him and hand him to Laswell. Russia demands the U.S. returns Hadir to them, which they reluctantly do before withdrawing from the Urzikstan war and labelling Farah’s forces as terrorists to. No one is happy about that.

With Laswell's secret help, Price, Farah, Kyle, and a now CIA-defect Alex, along with Nikolai, attack Barkov’s chemical compound together. Alex is supposedly killed due to a faulty detonator, and Farah and Nikolai hatch a plan to lure Barkov into an escape helicopter, where she then kills him. With Barkov dead, Hadir takes over Barkov’s position and the Ultranationalists get involved, this time run by Victor Zakhaev.

Price proposes the idea of a task force to Laswell, deciding that three special operators named Gaz, Ghost, and Soap should be part of the lineup. He also introduces her to Kamarov. Meanwhile Alex is revealed to be alive with a prosthetic metal leg now.

BEHSJDDJD THIS IS SO COMPREHENSIVE, AAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU

I knew more about MW2019 bc I watched my brother play more of that one, but I'm glad to see all of the modern warfare timeline!!

I wonder if they're going to bring Makarov back coming up in the series 👀

[fixfoxnox]

(Ultranationalist Roach) Obsessed with Price having to deal with 141 being both alive and perfectly adoring of the terrorist he thought killed them all in like detail. Going around to each member and getting more frazzled when they’re all like ‘leave? To go where? Why would I?’ & getting pissed off at the whole ‘oh he’ll calm down in a little while roach just needs to break him in’ deal. Also I LOVE LOVE LOVE this au 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

I adore letting Roach be evil and slowly break down the 141. Its fun to see them all slowly be won over and taken by Roach and the different methods that Roach uses.

For Makarov, Roach is very aggressive. He makes his intentions known and he takes what he wants. He shows affection to an extreme extent but willingly reminds Makarov that he's the one in charge in every situation. It works because 141 Makarov craves being wanted. He craves the attention and the affection and Roach knows that and uses it to his advantage. Its why he takes Makarov first, he knows he'll be the easiest.

For Gaz, its about a slow push and pull. Listening to Gaz's boundaries but making his intentions clear. Giving Gaz some sort of control and hope in the form of Jackson, but slowly leading him into comfort in the same way. Giving him some sense of normalcy, some sense that things are still in his hands. It let's Roach become closer to Gaz organically and without Gaz even realizing that he's been tricked into enjoying himself with Roach.

For Ghost and Soap, they're a package deal. He takes a similar approach that he does with Gaz for Soap, but he knows that the real challenge is Ghost. He has to get past Ghost's guard, get him to understand him. Thats where the big conversation comes in. He doesn't talk to Ghost like a captor, he doesn't treat Ghost like a captive. He tells Ghost his side of things and, in many ways, completely subverts the man's expectations. It leaves Ghost feeling lost and confused and questioning what he "knows" to be true and let's Roach worm his way in behind those walls and doubts. And once Ghost le/s his guard down, Soap goes easily.

Then he takes Price last, because he knows that his way to Price is through the 141. Once he has all of the 141, once he can show and prove to Price how happy and safe his team is, taking Price is easy. All the reason's Price had for hating him are gone and as he watches how happy his team is, he's left wondering what reason he had to be against Roach in the first place.

I love love love UN Roach guys he's so akfjfhnfbf

[echo-three-one]

Chapter 41

THE ROAD SO FAR

One step closer to the end.

FIVE Seconds

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Task Force 141 Base - Infirmary

We overcame Ultranationalists, chopper crashes, danger close with gunships but a goddamn dog is what'll get me into an infirmary? Rabies, ridiculous. What a waste of time. 

John wrote down his anger in his black journal. It housed all his thoughts ever since being recruited at the Task Force regarding mission briefings, regrets and training schedules. It was his outlet on all the things going on around the world.

He noticed that Captain Price also slept by the other bed, his eyes looked tired from staying up late, he never gave up on Volt that he tired himself out.

He winced at the pain of the bruise the rotten dog gave him. He was never really a fan of them as most dogs tend to chase him wherever he went. Yesterday was another proof. Luckily, France seemed to catch up on his body language, how he didn't want anyone to know that a dog was the reason he's in the infirmary. The way she knew it without telling her was starting to convince the Scotsman that he got himself a keeper. Someone who understands.

Speaking of which, the same gorgeous blonde girl entered the infirmary, greeting Soap with a very genuine smile of relief. 

"Hi." She smiled quietly as Price was still asleep. 

"Aye. Hello there." He greeted, his voice was low and rough as he attempted to catch the lady off guard. She may look tough wearing her 141 training uniform, but Soap knows how to make her lose her composure. 

"How's the wound?" She asked, her face was already turning red as she approached him. She looked so cute right now, Soap won't mind kissing her amidst the Captain being there along with some CCTVs.

"Getting better. Hopefully enough to join the fight. How about you?" he replied, smiling at the female soldier. The general mood of the room quickly shifted and the two of them were pretty aware about it.

"I'm fine. I'm just here to thank you for saving me back then. But you didn't have to… I deserved that bite for not being careful." She muttered.

Soap sighed. 

"Eh, you know full well that I care for you, France. For once let me be the hero." He chuckled and France laughed.

"You already know that you are my hero, dummy." She winked as she started to leave.

"I gotta go. It's my turn to clean up the comms. Wish you'd help me though, Hero." she teased as she left the room, Soap was left staring at her beautiful figure exit the room.

"You sure got yourself a tough lass there, lad." Price grumbled as he woke up, commenting on the two.

"Aye. She's definitely a keeper. I just hope I don't mess up. Because I think she's the one." Soap finally admitted, to Price of all people. The captain just chuckled.

"Yeah. My word of advice. Go with what your heart and mind says." He said with full sincerity, as if he didn't want Soap to regret everything. There was flavor in his words that made Soap wonder if such advice came from experience. Though he did hear rumors that he and Laswell had some sort of history, and he got that from France.

"Aye, Captain… Will do." Soap nodded and Price got up.

"I'm giving Volt a final visit." He grumbled and went off, leaving Soap alone in his thoughts once again.

The next day, Soap was cleared from the infirmary and was immediately tasked on the mission. Last night, Nero started his assault on the capital and thousands of rangers were struggling to keep them off the country. With Volt finally given up, he relayed information regarding one of Nero's allies.

They were going to Havana, the home base of the mind manipulation and the command center of Nero's forces. How it managed to stay hidden, nobody knows but the team was eager to find out soon. Especially that another nuke is ready for launch.

Abandoned Building, Cuba, Havana

Soap could hear France hum the song Havana quietly as she crossed her arms just before the plane started. She was nervous and Soap knew that so he tried to hold her hand in secrecy, showing him a face that assured her that everything will be alright.

In this mission, time was of the essence so stealth wasn't an option. They were headed to the base guns blazing, all in hopes to disable the second nuke launch.

The helo flew dangerously low as metal clanged on it's base as soon as enemies fired at it. It was a risky move but the squad needed to drop by the rooftops to get a clear vantage point.

Soap immediately seeked for cover by the edge of the rooftop, eyeing the door that led to the lower floors where the command center should be.

"We'll hold them off! You go!" Alex yelled as Soap, Price, Roach and France breached the door, descending to the second floor of the building. 

The place was abandoned and very open, enemies' footsteps echoed across the halls, making the team aware of their positions.

"Soap, focus on getting to the control room. We'll take care of them. France, cover his six. Roach and I will make a grand distraction." Price said, popping a grenade on the main hall and Roach assisted him, drawing all the attention towards them.

"Alex, when you're done sweeping up the yard, I need your team down here asap." Price muttered over comms.

"Roger that." he replied.

"Looks like it's you and me against the clock now." Soap managed to chuckle at their situation. France just chuckled and cleared the location so Soap could advance. This was her forte. Stealth and close quarters.

"You're good to go, John." She said as she took the stairs down. Soap cautiously followed as he heard gunshots from France's location.

"Two tangos down." She declared, clearing the staircase to the basement.

"Multiple tangos in the basement. Looks like we're in the right place." France nodded and Soap followed, pulling the pin of a grenade and tossing it to the narrow hallway.

"GRANADA!!" One yelled and an explosion followed, signaling the couple to press on the narrow hallway while they're dazed.

They shot down the enemies until more emerged from behind, trapping the two of them.

"Shite! At this rate we'll never push forward. We're pinned!" Soap called for help.

"Someone's escaping! Reinforcements are arriving!" Alex warned as the team was now overwhelmed with hostiles. Time was running out.

"John! Watch my six and I'll clear a path for you." France said and left without letting him reply. This worried Soap but he had to trust her and so he covered her six. Shooting at enemies dumb enough to dive on to the narrow hallway. He did his best to retaliate by firing back and tossing any grenades back to its source.

It felt like the longest two minutes of his life. France fought her way to the command center and him, defending the entrance while his ammo slowly ran out. Then after what seemed like forever, he heard her go signal.

Soap ran as fast as he could, and just before he lost sight of the entrance, he saw Price immediately follow him. They did it. They cleared the entrance.

He fished out his journal for the cryllic translator, decoding every letter just so he could stop the launch. They only had five seconds left. 

Soap furiously typed the code Volt gave them and pressed enter as soon as it's done. The launch didn't stop. Soap figured that they were too late, but Price's face never looked worried.

"Captain. The launch didn't stop! What are we going to do?" France said, worried.

"It's all according to plan." He muttered as he signaled his head to head back to the rooftop.

"Let's burn this place down." He added and they all ran back to the rooftops for exfil.

"Dropping the skyhook now! Latch yourselves in!" Eagle Two Four yelled as the thick rope dropped from the sky, Soap quickly latched himself in and looked behind him. France was a few meters away from the final hook as a stray bullet grazed her thigh.

"France! Hang on!" Soap quickly detached himself almost automatically, without thinking. The rest of the team were already being hoisted up when they noticed the two members still on the rooftops.

Soap's body felt the rush as he quickly carried her up and held her tight, running toward the last hook and quickly attaching himself in, all while holding her tight in his arms.

"Why didn't you call out to me? You know I'm going to save you whatever it takes." he whispered as he felt France already in tears. If it wasn't for him always checking out on her, she would've been left alone in that abandoned building.

"Is she going to be fine?" The worried Scotsman asked the nurse. His voice was almost loud enough to disturb everyone else.

"She got hit twice. One on the chest and one on the thigh. They're both minor but she just passed out from the panic and exhaustion. We found this on her chest. The thing practically saved her life." The nurse handed over his journal. Soap's eyes widened at the hole that pierced through the whole book. He must've left it when he typed the abort codes and she must've grabbed it from there.

"The bullet barely pierced through her armor thanks to that book." She said as Soap looked up and silently thanked that she was safe. He quickly flipped through the pages until he found the page where he drew her. The bullet hole on the page was where her heart was. It was funny because it was the other way around. That woman was the one that fired a bullet straight to his heart. And he wasn't a big fan of metaphors at this rate.

"So is she okay?" Roach quickly ran to Soap's side, a worried look on his face. Alex and Price were behind him.

"The journal saved her." He said, raising the pierced black book as proof.

"She's lucky enough you got her on time. I couldn't think of any other way she could be saved from there." Price commented as she looked at her through the glass.

"She's a tough lad. But sometimes she needs to understand that she isn't alone." Price added and Alex nodded. 

"She'll wake up soon." Alex tapped Soap's shoulder and he nodded, as they left the infirmary for another briefing.

On the way to the briefing room, they caught up with Ghost and Alexandra bringing an unknown man to the interrogation area, which prompted the team to follow.

Inside the interrogation room's observation area, the team sat while Price and Jack talked to the man.

"Nice to see ya, Jack. Thought Nero got rid of you." He smugly said with a wide annoying grin on his mouth.

"Who is this prick, anyway?!" Roach hissed.

"That's Gabriel Lannister. CIA's Research and Development Head." Alex said nonchalantly, Soap could see the disbelief in his eyes. There was more than just one mole in his previous department.

"He was the one in charge with the mass manipulation of the missing persons cases." Ryder added.

"While you lot launched the nuke, he went off running with four convoys of protection. Luckily we were able to intercept them by the bridge." Ghost informed.

"What about the nuke?" Soap asked, completely forgetting about it. It was his responsibility, as he typed the whole command on it.

"Blasted at Nero's fleet not too far from the White House. If you were five seconds later, the war would've ended differently." Ryder supplied the information.

"And the capital?" Roach asked.

"Mostly damaged, but it will recover. Turns out Nero did really burn the place down." Ghost answered. 

"What about Nero?" Alex asked, eyes not leaving the whole interrogation.

"No one knows where he is. We were hoping this guy would give information about him." Ryder pointed to Gabriel, who was having a fun time at the interrogation.

The tension inside the room was different. Each person had their own little realizations and this pushed them to end the war as soon as possible.

Soap immediately exited the area and went back to the infirmary.

"Hey." He was greeted by France, who was already up.

"How are you holding up?" He asked, his tone more concerned than ever.

"Well, It doesn't hurt right now but… I'm… I almost died out there, John… What if I died?" Her voice croaked and tears started falling from her eyes. John quickly approached her and hugged her gently close to his chest.

"Don't say that… What's important is you're alive… I got you and you're safe…" He whispered.

"Thank you." She croaked. John just rubbed her back assuring her everything will be alright.

"No. Thank you. You changed me, France. You made me realize a lot of things. I know that this isn't the most perfect place right now, but… Will you be my girlfriend? Because I can't help thinking about how every single day of my life since I met you, I can't stop thinking about you. Your smile, your face, the things you say, the way you hide what you really feel. I want all of those and after that last mission, I realized that I shouldn't have left you waiting. There was no better time than as soon as possible." He said, offering his notebook as replacement for flowers.

France nodded with tears in her eyes, accepting the journal with confusion.

"Turn it on the last page." Soap said as she did it, showing a sketch of her and him together happily smiling. She wore the clothes she wore when they were out together in that coffee shop.

"This is beautiful." She said, tracing a finger on the paper.

"I love you, John MacTavish." She said as she leaned in for a kiss, not letting him reply.

Next Chapter : FOUR Weeks of Silence

Notification Squad my Beloved

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[flashbang-througthe-door]

Lots of firsts pt 2

Guts Price x Roach

Tw: guns, cussing, blood, throwing up, Shepherd, Harv

“Get ready to repel„

“GO!”

Five seconds in and Guts had already almost died but he readjusted before going down "Pull the map out" he shouts to Roach who nods as the helicopter leaves them. Roach show the map to Guts who found it a little complicated but soon got them moving into the right direction. "It's just a week" "I know" he replies as they headed to the building "Hook me Gar" Guts holds his hand out receiving a hook rope in his hand

"thank you" he stuffed the map into his pocket he whips the hook up to the balcony "Gus, if the Ultranationalists are in this town is that why we have a quick escape?" Roach asks watching Guts climbing the rope he followed up "I'll set the up the camera at this window" Guts didn't answer the question as he opens the duffle bag starting to set up "Okay" Roach answers quietly setting his duffle down looking through it. Guts set his hat to the side as he pulled the tripod out making sure the angle was just right. "Just got into the building, Gus is setting the camera up" Roach radios waiting for a response "Good. See you boys in a week" John chuckles "uh huh" Roach was looking at the MREs they were given nothing too amazing "Tck, anything good" Guts mumbles looking at Roach "No, well Mac n Cheese" Roach nods he'd stab a person over MRE Mac n Cheese "That's your favorite you can have it" Guts fixes the camera looking through it

Back on Base, John, Harv and Nov where working on a different mission. Nov was drawing a map sighing, he was missing Guts hovering over his shoulder asking about how maps work. "Nov" "hm?" "Will this be done in time?" "Of course" he chuckles softly as he continues working "Good" John says looking at the briefing "You look worried Harv, trust the boys" John smirks knowing the boys would do great "Look, I get they have high marks in training but it's when they are in the field is when it gets dangerous" Harv explains watching someone else go through a training course "First and Second in their classes as well as Guts may have a puking problem which he is trying to make better but he is an amazing medic. Roach is a brave man he can think on his feet he is smart and can shoot very well" Nov was quick to defend the boys as he drew his map quickly

Back with the boys, Guts was fiddling with the camera a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he took some photos of the Ultranationalists do some black market trading. Roach was sitting next to him as he was busy cooking their dinner as gun shot rang out "Huh...that's one way to do a trade..." "Yeah, I guess... Spaghetti for you, Mac n cheese for me" as they ate childhood stories started to come up "I remember the first time I was on base I was seven and my mom had just passed. She was a soldier too, she's listed as M.I.A but I was with my dad and Uncle. I was left to be watched by Grinch giving him the slip I found the rock wall and climbed it. Long story short I fell and broke my arm and my dad fought Grinch" Guts finished his food and juice gathered his trash and put it away. Roach cleaned up his trash and nods "Whoa! I didn't know that" he smiles at Guts who turned back to the camera lighting a new cigarette "Just me, you and the Ultranationalists" Roach leans against Guts "Imran Zakhaev" "What about him?" "My dad told about the events of that day" "That day?" "Nevermind, I can't believe these guys are still around it's been five years" Guts quickly changed the subject fast as Roach sat up looking at him "Imran Zakhaev, was their leader like last time their probably waiting for him to show up" "I said nevermind"

[soapxmactavish]

modern warfare au rambling

So, I was watching some gameplay of Rainbow Six Siege’s “Outbreak”, and this major though came into mind. 

“What if the world of Modern Warfare had an epidemic with beings like the infected in the Outbreak?” 

This will be quite a list, so I put it underneath read more. Go on if you’re interested.

I will be adding to this as I get more ideas and such down

(this is just me getting thoughts written down, it will be revised and developed further onwards)

In 2020, the Russians took warfare to a whole new level. In their attempts to weaken forces of the United States, Britain, and other enemy countries, a gas was created. This gas, during late stages of manufacturing, was spread in hotspots around the US. However, because it was not a perfect chemical, it did worse than the Russians envisioned. 

People became non-human entities - essentially zombies. Their general name were “Ferals”. Highly aggressive, adrenaline-fuelled, dangerous infected people. There are various stages of which these can mature into, as their years of infection go on.

The initial outbreak happened in the US and was quickly spread to other nations. The US Armed Forces were a main priority of the Russians, and they needed to be wiped out as quickly as possible. Thankfully to the quick incubation process of the virus after exposure to the gas, it was easy to quarantine a large sum of those who had been infected, though it remains a major problem in the present day. There are still large concentration of Ferals and undiscovered sources of gas.

Characters

The characters include those of the original trilogy (Soap, Ghost, Roach, Nikolai, Makarov, and Shepherd) and those of 2019′s (Price, Alex, Farah). While some of their origins remain the same (e.g. Alex being CIA and Soap from the SAS), there are some whose lives had been altered dramatically and play a key role in this. 

Simon “Ghost” Riley is a rogue lieutenant from the British SAS. His team had been wiped out by an unknowingly large horde of Ferals as their intel was off. He went MIA and had no intentions of being found by any governments. Hence the need for the balaclava - lack of identification. 

John “Soap” MacTavish is still a captain from within the British SAS. He was one of the first soldiers to be in the fight against the ferals. He is one of the very few to be in the game since it started. He formed Task Force 141, whose main goals were to wipe out the Ferals. It is the only of its kind. Because of his experiences and fights against the Ferals, he suffers from PTSD a lot, but is needed to lead the fight of his men. 

Gary “Roach” Sanderson is a rookie within the ranks of the 141. He was one of millions to suffer loss from the virus, and so joined the military forces to give a lending hand full of revenge. 

John Price is a soldier originally from the Royal Marines. He’d lost nearly all his men in a fight against the Ferals where they were still an unfamiliar and foreign enemy. Afterwards, he was transferred to the 22 SAS Regiment, and is a well-known officer within the ranks. He offers to help Soap and his Task Force. He is his 2019 self. 

Codename “Alex” had been brought in by Price to Soap. He’s an undercover agent from the CIA who was chasing Ghost after he went rogue. As Ghost and Soap were best of mates back then, Alex was welcomed in by Soap with open arms.

Farah Karim is a friend of Roach. She leads her militia in the province of Urzikstan. Although not a direct member of the 141, they help each other out with operations. She is not a friend of Alex, as the US launched an attack against her people, mistaking them to be allied with Al-Qatala. There was never any chance of forgiveness.

Codename Nikolai is one of Soap’s closest mates, in and out of the military. He provides helicopter support with extractions and infiltrations. He’d defected from the Russians, more specifically, Vladimir Makarov. 

General Shepherd is a general from the US Army. He collaborates with Soap in joint operations and with providing and recruiting men, as well as any equipment and vehicles needed. He is reckless, and willing to take whatever risks is needed to ensure the US is safe. 

Vladimir Makarov is an Ultranationalist leader. He collaborates with the Russian Army and was a key figure in the inception of the gas. His primary focus is the elimination of Task Force 141.

[blu3-ja3]

Basically Task Force 141 gets to have a little branching team; Task Force Stalker AKA Ghosts Team. Because I say so! I want to give Cod Ghosts some love and nothing will stop me from doing so!

Captain O'Connor gets to actually be a Captain???

This is Part 1, all my previous posts are kinda intertwined but this is kinda the start of my actual story so enjoy!

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O'Connor tried to find free time to go out for drinks with Nila, she truly did try but time wasn't on O'Connor's side it seemed. After recovering the information they needed as well as the rest of the team, O'Connor wasn't given a break. With Price on desk duty until he recovers, O'Connor is the commanding officer for the 141.

On top of that O'Connor learns she is in charge of her own squad, Lieutenant Keegan, Sergeants Hesh, Ajax, and Logan are officially a part of the 141 and O'Connor is their captain not the second captain... Not Price's team that she is a part of. They're her team, she's their CO and it scares her more than ever. She was given assurance that O'Connor would still be part of the 141 and so would her boys.

As soon as they were back at their own base; Echo Point, both The 41 Company and Task Force 141 were sent out into the field. Gaz, Roach, and Soap were sent out on a reconnaissance mission for Laswell. Nila and her team were sent out as well on another rescue mission. The first two days O'Conner was getting better acquainted with her team.

She ran drills with them, read through files, spared with them and watched at the firing range. While O'Connor wasn't new to being a captain it felt different having her own squad. Where as before with Price she was second in command. Price's word trumped her at the end of the day no matter how much he treated her as an equal. She was the 2nd Captain, but with Task Forse: Stalker her word dictated all. And that worries her more than she'd like to admit.

She was in her room cleaning her glock when Ghost popped his masked head in after knocking. O'Connor looked up from her work and smiled at the still injured and recovering man as he spoke.

"Price needs you in the briefing room," O'Connor's heart sank into her stomach.

After finishing her task and reassembling her gun, O'Connor quickly moved towards the briefing room. Upon entering O'Connor spots the rest of Stalker there waiting. Quickly moving in she nods to them before finding a seat, Price begins as soon as O'Connor readies her pen.

The mission is simple. From the intel gathered from their most recent mission, they've learned of R.U.N.'s (Russian Ultranationalist) next course of action. They have narrowed down Makarov's location to three black sight prisons. They're planning to infiltrate as prison guards and use the information gathered.

Stalker is going to prevent that from happening... Makarov is being moved to a different black sight, one in Mexico. Alejandro and Rudolfo are going to be on the outside helping but O'Connor's team will be posing as guards alongside the prison warden.

Stalker's main goal is to make sure the hand off of Makarov goes smoothly and he's properly incarcerated. They're to leave as soon as possible. Before O'Connor leaves she stops by Price's office.

"How do you do it?" O'Connor stood in front of his desk, fully geared and ready to depart.

"What?" Price looks up from the mountain of back logged paperwork he's now forced to catch up on.

"Keep so calm... When one order could be the end for them?" O'Connor tries to not let her anxiety show but knows Price can read her like a book.

"Truthfully I'm panicking all the time Maeve, but I have to have confidence in myself and my team. You're a good leader Maevis, if you weren't you wouldn't be here." Price smiles at her before waving her out.

O'Connor nods before leaving, arriving at the landing pad a little before her team. O'Connor situates herself in the small boeing they're riding in before reading more in depth about their mission. Not looking up but greeting all the arrivals of her team, Keegan being the last one to arrive. As they're taking off O'Connor finishes her reading.

This mission feels half baked and O'Connor hates it. They're to leave their equipment behind in order to wear the uniforms of prison, they're provided locks for their left behind equipment like that would do anything of value. There's a small note from Price mentioning that Nikoli's contract will be getting them a bag to store their kits but they won't have their armor or heavy weapons. Only side arms and knives, again it feels half baked.

"So Cap what's the plan?" Hesh asks, O'Connor is again struck by the fact that her whole team is american.

"First who can speak Spanish?" Keegan and Ajax raise their hands, Logan gives a slight hand wiggle.

"Who can speak Russian?" No one raises a hand, O'Connor rubs her temples a bit trying her best to figure out how best to do this.

"Alright lads, here's the plan. We'll be touching down in about 3 hours, we'll be at a secondary sight that is temporarily holding Makarov. We'll be landing in Greenland before flying over Canada and America, Once over the Texas Mexico border we will land and take an armored truck into Mexico. We'll be meeting with our contact and he'll be our guide." O'Connor hands Keegan her tablet, it's displaying the information she read through already.

"Read through and then pass it, you should all be aware of the man we're dealing with." O'Connor sits down and goes about double checking her gear. They fly and land in Greenland after an hour transit, O'Connor taking the lead as she approaches the figures waiting for them.

"Commander Yuri, a pleasure to meet you!" O'Connor reaches out a hand, an offering.

"The pleasure is mine Captain O'Connor, Nikoli speaks of you fondly!" The man shakes O'Connor's hand before guiding them into the facility.

O'Connor sticks close to her team as she follows Yuri, she keeps her pace just fast enough to maintain a good spacing between the two. Yuri leads them into a room with lockers in it.

"Your uniforms and requested equipment for this little ruse, I will leave you to get changed. Once ready find me in the next room." Yuri leaves through a door opposite the one they entered through. O'Connor retrieved the five locks Price provided. She grabs her gear from the locker and quickly changes before replacing her equipment in the locker.

"Does anyone else feel like this is a trap?" Ajax asks, hesitation visible under his masked face.

"We have to trust Yuri at least, if this goes tits up I will have a nice long conversation with Nikoli regarding his contacts." O'Connor grabs what she can from her kit and tosses it into the empty medical bag she was provided. There's still plenty of room so O'Connor approaches the rest of the team and instructs them to place their kits inside. All four of them placed their masks into a pocket on the uniforms.

"You'll be able to mask up once we land in Mexico, there's half masks you can wear for now..." O'Connor watched as both Ajax and Keegan adjusted the half balaclavas.

Reattaching her glock 17 to her hip, O'Connor moves towards the door. She waits as the rest of Stalker gets into gear, locking away their personal kevlar vests, and following behind her. She looks at each of them silently asking for confirmation which she gets from all four men.

O'Connor opens the door and steps into a small room, Yuri is in a similar outfit to theirs and is waiting next to the man O'Connor assumes is the warden. The three exchange a few words in Russian, O'Connor learning much more since her first brush with Wolf and Demetrius.

The warden guilds the group through multiple security measures before leading them to a locked metal door. There is only a small sliding viewing window and small slot to put food trays on. The warden opens the window, ordering the prisoner to stand facing the back.

After a moment the warden opens the door and enters. After a few minutes a man stumbles out, hand and feet shackled. Makarov is positioned between everyone with the warden leading.

They pass through the prison out back out towards the landing pad they were on previously. A small cargo helicopter is waiting, O'Connor couldn't see the transport they arrived on. But O'Connor wasn't too concerned and followed the group up.

O'Connor was sat across from Makarov. The man kept trying to talk with Yuri and Keegan for about an hour, both of whom ignored the man's Russian sitting next to them. Keegan likely not from understanding when he spoke Russian and not caring when he spoke english. He turned towards O'Connor after another hour or so of flying in silence. In russian the man begins speaking towards her.

"I recognize you," Makarov smiles at O'Connor. She nods staring above Makarov's head.

"Yes! I know you from somewhere," O'Connor looks towards Yuri who has a slight confused expression.

"You're not from the prison... I know all the nurses who would be assigned to me," O'Connor looks towards the warden who has moved from the front of the co-piolet seat towards the back.

"She's a new hire Makarov, leave her alone." The warden barked in russian, O'Connor can feel Makarov's eyes on her.

"I don't think she is... No I've seen her elsewhere..."

O'Connor turns to meet the man's intense stare, Makarov smiles at her when they make eye contact. A sick smile similar to the one she often saw on Demetrius. O'Connor can feel her heart rate spiking, her palms start sweating.

"Yes, it was in a video. I think one of the nurses showed me, maybe 6 months ago?" O'Connor took a deep breath trying to calm down.

"I know why I didn't recognize you! You're not pale and turning blue!" Makarov laughs and O'Connor feels sick to her stomach.

"It's very nice to meet you finally, Lamb..."

O'Connor freezes, her heart pounding in her ears as she looks at Makarov. She can't breathe, like that rope was wrapped around her throat again. She couldn't hear anyone over the ringing in her ears as tears began to fall from her eyes.

"What do you mean? How do you know about that!?" O'Connor's voice cracks as she looks at him again and the same smile was plastered on his face.

"Oh Lamb do you not know? There are lovely videos of you with Sergey and Demetrius!" O'Connor begins to breathe faster as her vision begins to blur, tunneling into black.

O'Connor jumps slightly when she feels a hand on her shoulder, she looks up at Keegan. He helps her stand and they walk to the back cargo bay standing next to the armored transport van. O'Connor can hear Yuri and the warden dealing with Makarov.

"Hey! What the fuck was that Captain? You good?" Keegan still has a hand on O'Connor's shoulder.

O'Connor closed her eyes trying to focus on her breathing. Her heart is pounding loudly in her ears, Keegan turns her to look at him. Her mind is racing with a million thoughts.

"You've got to calm down, you're giving him exactly what he wants right now Cap!" Keegan was a bit harsh causing O'Connor to flinch a bit. That knocks her back onto her feet so to speak, she'll deal with all this after the mission

O'Connor turned to see her team looking at her as well as Yuri. O'Connor turned back around, took a deep breath and wiped away the lingering tears. She turned back to see the warden standing with his back to the cockpit through the opening.

The two of them move back to their seats and ride out the remainder of the trip in relative silence. Once they began to land O'Connor moved to the back of the carrier as she would be the one driving the humvee they brought, much to her dismay and hatred. Keegan offers to at least get the van out of the carrier so O'Connor could meet with Alejandro and Rudolfo.

The back of the cargo bay lowers and O'Connor walks down as Yuri and the warden deal with Makarov. The rest of Stalker follows behind O'Connor as Keegan drives the armored van out. O'Connor sees the two familiar figures of Alejandro and Rudy standing to the side with several of the Los Vaqueros.

"Ah! Senora O'Connor! It's nice to see you again!" O'Connor approaches being pulled into a hug by Alejandro once she was close enough to the man

"How's she cuttin' Al? Rudy keeping you out of trouble?" O'Connor smiles at Rudy shaking his hand.

"Always Doc, Al is always finding trouble," O'Connor waves towards the familiar Vaqueros who she met the last time she was in Las Almas. Alejandro switches to spanish knowing well that O'Connor could speak and understand the language.

"So who's the new pretty boys? Are they all fans of the lieutenant?" Alejandro gestures to the men behind O'Connor.

"These are my men and amenity isn't solely a Ghost thing Alejandro." O'Connor smiles replying in spanish.

"He thinks we're pretty Captain!" Ajax slings an arm over both Hesh and Logan as they walk up.

"Americans?" Rudy asks looking towards O'Connor. O'Connor nods.

"Colonel Alejandro, Sergeant Major Rudolfo. Meet Task Force: Stalker: Lieutenant Keegan, Sergeant Major Ajax, Sergeant Logan and Sergeant Hesh. My team..." O'Connor pointed each of the men in tandem with their name and rank.

"Ah! So you're now in Price's shoes, aye?" Alejandro smiles as Rudy laughs. O'Connor gives the nod before going over the planned order for their convoy.

It's a few hour drive to their destination, O'Connor was driving with Keegan next to her in the passenger seat. Makarov is chained in the back with the rest of the team in the back next to him. Alejandro's truck is in front of them and there's another truck behind them. They're approaching a canyon, O'Connor slows a bit before radioing to Alejandro.

"Colonel are you sure this is the only way through?" O'Connor looks towards Keegan who gave her a concerned look, one that she mirrored.

"Sorry Doc there isn't another way through, but my men are patrolling the ridges..." O'Connor grips the wheel tighter, before tapping the gas to continue forwards.

"Cap if you grip the wheel any tighter you'll rip it off," O'Connor takes a deep breath before loosening her grip.

"Wait Colonel there's a problem, none of the vaqueros posted on the ridges are responding," O'Connor fully stops the vehicle at that, no longer slowly cruising forwards.

"What? Are you sure it's not interference Rudy?" Keegan looks at O'Connor once he notices they're stopping.

"Yes I'm sure, it's not the usual problems. There is nothing being received or transmitted, Al." O'Connor puts the van in park before speaking into her radio.

"Rudolfo, is there a way up onto the ridges?" Keegan nods seemingly catching onto O'Connor's idea, if a bit vaguely.

"Yes ma'am we'll be diving past the ladders once we enter the ridge, why?" O'Connor gets out of the vehicle moving quickly towards the back telling Keegan to follow her.

"Because me and the lieutenant are going to scout ahead," O'Connor opens the back doors before grabbing the medical bag with their kits, thankfully Alejandro loaned her team some kevlar vests and plates. This entire mission has been half assed since step one and O'Connor is really not happy with it.

"Whose going to drive then?" O'Connor begins to move towards the passenger side after points toward Yuri and the warden to move upfront.

"It's handled, Alejandro can we borrow two of your men's rifles?" O'Connor moves up towards Alejandro's armored humvee before grabbing onto the side.

"This is getting dangerously close to war crime territory Senora O'Connor," Rudy was using the voice he used on Alejandro to suggest an idea was a bad one. O'Connor, much like Alejandro most times, ignores the suggestion.

"Ramirez and Sanchez will give you theirs, mi amiga." O'Connor hops off as they approach the canyon opening, turning back to retrieve the AR rifle she's being handed. Keegan follows right behind her, also fully kitted now.

"Thank you amigo," O'Connor begins to approach the latter.

"Wait!" Rudy sighs before getting out of Alejandro's passenger and running towards O'Connor and Keegan.

"Since we're doing this let's be smart about it yes? Our radios can only relay so far before it's useless." Rudy starts digging into a side pouch on his vest.

"Uses these to single us forwards, there are four towers stationed near turns in the canyon." He pulls out two small hand mirrors and gives them to O'Connor and Keegan.

"When you get into one use the mirror to signal us forwards, we'll move in increments... Hopefully nothing goes wrong, good luck," O'Connor gave him a nod before climbing the ladder up, Keegan following close behind...

Part 2 >

This is kinda the official start to my cod au, I hope people enjoyed it!

[theroofwhisperer]

The Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 campaign received improved textures, animations, a realistic physical model, an expanded dynamic range of lighting and a number of other new-generation technologies. Together with Sope, Price, Ghost and the rest of OTG-141, you have to restore the world order by participating in such classic episodes as “Rock Climber”, “Colony” and “Whiskey-Hostel”. The game’s campaign follows the task force 141, a special forces unit fronted by captain soap MacTavish, as they hunt Vladimir Makarov, leader of the Russian ultranationalist party, and the united states army rangers, who are defending the country from a Russian invasion. The game’s main playable characters are Sergeant Gary “Roach” Sanderson, of the 141, and Private James Ramirez, of the army rangers, with captain MacTavish becoming playable later in the campaign.

[welldonekhushi]

Corrupted Blood, A CoD:MW AU

Hey guys! Today I'm going to introduce you all to an CoD alternative universe, namely "Corrupted Blood". In this story, we'll have our fave Modern Warfare characters play their roles in this AU!

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What is Corrupted Blood? 

Corrupted Blood is a vampire AU which is inspired from me watching many vampires anime series and finally decided to create one along it, too. The story will consist of the SAS and TF141 being a group of vampire hunters who are fighting against the deadly vampires in the modern era, who wish to infect the entire human population with their essence, and they work together to stop it from happening.

Who do we have in this AU?

In this AU, we have our main characters, namely John Price, captain of the SAS, John “Soap” MacTavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley and Gary “Roach” Sanderson. Many other characters will also come but, right now the story will be fixed on these four.

What happens in the story?

This story basically starts with the events of CoD4: Modern Warfare where Imran Zakhaev still exists, but a vampire who formed the Ultranationalists who want to bring back the Soviet Union with the mode of vampirism in the idea to create it “immortal”. Captain Price meets with the newly selected Soap, a Seargant and then debrief together on a mission to a cargo ship where the vampires were working to plant a nuclear missile which consisted of vampire blood samples, probably some contained of Zakahev’s itself, and if once it’s exploded around the chosen area, it will create a infestation. After gathering the intel safely, and escaped the enemy forces, everything was normal, but not for Zakahev. It grew him angry realising the SAS were being a barrier for his job. 

The man was growing weaker and weaker because the silver bullet which grazed him during the days in Pripyat by Price, it slowly poisoned him, the reason why he couldn’t regenerate his arm back again. He sought for revenge, by sending his vampire army to attack the SAS base. Price was away for an inportant schedule, before the incident could happen. When he returned back, it horrified him realising that everyone in the base was brutally murdered and killed. By the vampires. He couldn’t find the rest of his crewmates, but only locate down Soap, lying there on the ground, passed out. Price picked up the Seargant and before he could call out for help, he was attacked by someone strong, and pinned him to the ground, trying to bite him.

It was none other than, Soap himself. Who got turned into a vampire. Price tried to bring him back to his senses, but because of the immense thirst, he failed to notice it. But, sooner or later, the Seargant started to cry, realising he just lost his humanity, when Price actually thought he still retained human feelings. Since Soap was distracted, he quickly tranquilized him and made him pass out again. Help arrived, but Price was shocked that one of his soldiers survived, but made it out alive as a vampire; and Soap was the one.

From there, Soap was discharged from the army hospital after two-three weeks of being in a coma, maybe signifying his body must have been going through the process of converting in into a vampire, but a partial, since he was bitten on the one side of the neck, and survived.

MacMillan got to know about this, and wasn’t sure if the authorities were going to accept the fact of Soap being in the army because, they originally won’t let a vampire be in their team, so they thought to keep it civil among the members. So, to prevent his identity being revealed, they hid it by putting a mask over his mouth, to make sure his protruded fangs don’t get shown to anybody.

Surprisingly, while being turned into a vampire, Soap also incurred some special abilities that the soldiers noticed these days. He had super strength, speed and could bear out claws. Also.. he can shrink himself into a small child *cough*, an ability which he was always made fun of by others. But, unlike the rest, Price found his powers unique, wondering he achieved such interesting quirks.

Price then made sure Soap was on the right path, even if he had the essence of the vampire within him which works to kill humans. Would Soap be able to control his instincts and desires? How woulld the SAS be able to stop the Ultranationalists from infecting the humanity? This AU explains it all.

This is how he looks in the AU, though this is a rough sketch but you can get an idea:

Soap is mostly a quiet being in this story, because of having a mask, so he’ll either mumble or give an expression in response. Though, he only shrinks himself whenever he’s nervous, sad or wants to have fun around, but he will look super cute anyway, aw! <3

Groups in the Corrupted Blood AU:

SAS/Special Air Services: The group Soap and Price belong to. In the AU, the SAS is an special forces organization which work to eliminate the Ultranationalists who are on the goal to threaten the human population. The army has special weapons which can be used to attack the vampires by putting silver bullets, holy water and other compelling items in their pistols, guns and rifles. They are also trained in a way on how to fight them while they try to use their attacks and powers over you. This could ever be the first time that they have a vampire in the crew, under the guidance of Captain Price.

The members of the SAS: Captain John Price, Soap, Ghost, Roach, Gaz, Wallcroft, MacMillan

Ultranationalists/Silnaya Krov: Translated as “strong blood”, it is the group created by Imran Zakahev, one of the most dangerous and targeted vampires. They say the source of infection begins with Zakahev only, with his idea to turn entire Russia into the population of vampires, and bring back the USSR in this case and restore the power back that was lost before. Silnaya Krov consists of the world's dangerous and powerful vampires.

The members of the Silnaya Krov (The Four Horsemen): Imran Zakahev, Viktor Zakahev, Khaled Al-Asad, Vladimir Makarov

Powers of the Silnaya Krov:

Imran Zakhaev: Has every kind of ability that a rare vampire can only possess. Being gifted by the unique blood which gave him immense strength, capability to infect anything around him by turning a human into a vampire, most of the disastrous powers lie within him. It’s also said that whoever consumes his blood, they achieve unique and strong abilities according the the level of blood they’ve drank.

Viktor Zakahev: Being born as a vampire, but need for more power. Has those same abilities what his father inherits but craves for more of his blood to be stronger. He emits the power "Niti Krovi" (Blood Strings) that can slice off a thousand or more soldiers in the battlefield with a single finger. If he uses all five fingers, it's more threatening and dangerous.

Khaled Al-Asad: Once a human, then becoming a part of the Silnaya Krov by consuming Zakahev's blood. Gathers super speed and strength, great vision for aim, manipulate anyone around his path and use his mind to plan his attacks, thus making it easier to eliminate his enemies faster.

Vladimir Makarov: Gaining all the blood from Imran Zakhaev, it now technically makes him the strongest vampire alive. He has the ability to manipulate and control somebody's mind, including having the mode of teleportation. Makarov looks calm on the outside but has a terrible beast in the inside. It's way monsterous and bloodthirsty than his quiet nature. Though, he likely only requires a glass of blood to survive, but he can go on a rampage which makes him one of the most dangerous vampires.

Sooo, this is the about the entire AU, that I have just discussed about! I hope you enjoyed it, and I’ll surely be doing more content over it, since I’m so engrossed to engage in it now :’)