#mw3 campaign

[peach-skyies]

in it for the long haul

[blingblong55]

What do you mean, 'Soap died' no he didn't, he is stuck in a Walmart Freezer, he's not dead and I'm not delusional

He wanted to grab a pizza to heat for the team and accidentally got stuck in the freezer, Gaz took the picture and sent it to me as proof that he is alive...maybe frozen but he is fine!! and no, the part where he clearly doesn't die in mw3 is real, Laswell was just embarrassed and paid a model to make it look like he was Soap because she was ashamed to explain it to the higher-ups that a soldier got stuck in a goddamn freezer, 'doesn't sound badass'. The 'ashes' they spread are the burnt pizza because Ghost forgot he was in charge of heating it since the sergeant is in a Walmart...stuck.

[jtkys]

I am a firm believer that Phillip goddamn Graves is the leader of the sassy man apocalypse. “I’m up to doing my fucking job kid, you should try it sometime.” If he wasn’t on a fuckin zoom call with the 141 i GUARANTEE you he would’ve done the sassiest hair flip you’ve ever seen

(@comacreep can confirm this is true)

[ghuleh-art]

o captain, my captain

[peachesnbees]

FIRST & LAST CINEMATIC CUTSCENE APPEARANCES OF JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH from COD: MWII (2022) & COD: MWIII (2023)

BONUS (technically his last appearance):

[ashfinnss]

broke my heart making this comic for the new MW3 Campaign 💔 my beloved soap🕊️😕

I’ll never forgive cod for what they did to him, his death was unnecessary 🙏😔

[crypticspecters]

MW3 Spoilers ‼️

what if they killed off soap and they're going to bring roach back so that they can kill off ghost and roach again like they did 14 years ago

[swampbrick]

MWIII campaign spoilers (in text only, tags are safe)

A lot of assumptions here but I just realized that in Johnny’s send off on the cliffside, his urn was in Simon’s backpack which means two things:

1. Simon was the one to carry him up to the cliff.

2. If he wore the backpack on his back, that means Johnny had his six one last time.

If y’all need me, I will be dry heaving in a corner. I miss the person I was five hours ago who was still in too much shock to have deeper thoughts about this shitshow.

[pullingonmyownheartstrings]

MW3 SPOILERS!!!

MAJOR SPOILER RIGHT OFF THE BAT!!!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

My thoughts on the MW3 campaign after playing it last night. I successfully avoided spoilers and social media the whole day yesterday.

Seeing people talk about Soap's death is so weird to me. Cause as a writer, it makes sense to me.

- "His death was anticlimactic."

- "It was rushed."

- "They treated him like a side character."

- "Ghost, Price, and Gaz didn't react at all."

I think people forget that COD is propaganda for the military. In the moment, you can't grieve. You don't have that luxury. Their silence. Price's hesitant response to even say that they had a casualty. Not to mention the jump from Laswell writing up the report to the boys on a cliff woth Soap's ashes. That had to have been a couple of weeks. They had time to process their grief. They'll probably still hurt. They are going for revenge. Price already started with Shephard.

On the note of his death and how some people saying it was anticlimactic? I personally think it was perfect. We played most as Price and Soap through the whole campaign. The flashback mission to Verdansk. The moment between Price and Soap where Price said he shouldn't have stopped Soap from killing Makarov. They really put in perspective what they both put into all of this.

And for the people saying they hoped his death would be more dramatic. That wouldn't go along with how Makarov carried himself or his plans. The man constantly talked about how time was precious and everything needed to happen according to his plan to the T. He talked and talked and talked about how time was important. He wouldn't have wasted time showboating. It makes sense that he killed Soap so quickly.

His quick death was so jarring and shocking from how it was carried out. It had me sobbing for an hour on a call with friends. One friend was ahead of me and finished the campaign just to get in the call cause he knew how I was going to react. I didn't even process Makarov getting away. Silent tears rolled down my face until the moment you cut the wires and stopped the bomb. I started uncontrollably sobbing. Hearing Ghost's "Johnny..." killed me.

The game may have felt rushed due to how high paced it was. It was high stakes. Millions of lives were on the line.

I'm going to play through the campaign again. I want to take my time now that I know what's coming. Enjoy Ghost and Soap banter when they were on the island. Shove Makarov around more than I did with the Verdansk mission and take a longer moment to appreciate Ghost in his OG gear and mask.

It's still a good game. I'm not okay, and it's going to fuuuucking hurt for a bit. I have opinions on some other aspects of the game, but I don't have time to continue on at the moment. I'm on lunch at work.

Anyway, I hope everyone is doing okay after this. Please go drink water. All these tears are gonna make you dehydrated. ❤️

[sosbela]

⚠️MW3 SPOILER ALERT⚠️

from now on I’ll be saying the most intriguing things I’ve observed on Call of Duty - MW3 campaign. It’s 100% open to you to read or keep scrolling.

my honest opinion abt this campaign: nice story, however its too short (even shorter than black ops one), happy w Shepherd’s death

BUT, Soap?????? and this end????? Game’s barely released and bro’s already dead AGAIN 💀. Ngl I felt much more sad on this reboot death than the 1st one, maybe cuz I got really into CoD’s lore and characters bg histories too, and after reading Ghost’s I saw how lonely he is. I was hoping for Soap to make him feel less solitary on this campaign (they actually had “cute”/silly interactions between them) but bro died and Ghost LITERALLY knelt by his body and checked his pulse EVEN WITH THE BLOOD COMING OUT OF SOAP’s HEAD 😭💀 IM NOT OK

[hallo-anon]

I have finally built up the courage to watch the mw3 campaign

I'm scared

[blingblong55]

Soon you'll get better-141

MW3

[Alternative Ending]

[My version] ---- No use of [R/N], angst? fluff? ----

A/N: this is my version of an alternative ending to MW3…so take this as my delusional headcanon...

Who knew that disarming a bomb to save millions would take a sacrifice. Certainly, Captain Price wasn't aware of this. One thing is for sure, in the job of a soldier or an SAS, Navy SEAL, or any other form of soldier one must die to keep the world at peace. One must lose so that civilians live another normal day. Not always will it be to lose a life but if you are even daring the universe, you can lose sanity before losing a friend. Task Force 141 knows this all too well now. Losing John 'Soap' MacTavish. Not the man, no…but losing the soldier in him. That is a greater loss because now, they roam those dangerous parts of the world without the other. They have been consumed by darkness. That is the truth.

Price has the gun pointed at him. So near death now, something not new to him but to be this close…it's never easy. In a flash, Soap gets up, trying to save not himself but his friend, his captain and a man he knew well. Makarov's gun doesn't have much of a hesitation when its trigger gets pulled. The bullet, that one thing that has been known to end it all by many people like Soap, now entering his body, to end his. A loud thud as what looks to be like a dead MacTavish falls. Ghost and Gaz arrive with the other team. Guns and bullets play the main role in this fight. Not always do heroes win against a villain and 141 was proof of that.

Makarov and his men leave. An escapee with promises of redemption. What a dangerous world this will be. "…one KIA," words Kate Laswell regretted on hearing. No pulse but the gloves of the lieutenant failed to find the short and very small signs the young sergeant had left in him. Crimson red laid all on the floor. Blood no one wanted to see in this lifetime but it was bound to be seen at least from one of them. Price shakes his head. "No, this can't be," he takes his gloves off and amid lost hope, that faint sign of life is there.

John 'Soap' MacTavish, pronounced KIA on a mission with the last task force he worked for. Johnny MacTavish was rushed to a private hospital. His blood is all in the hands of nurses and doctors as they try to save his life. Agents in the room per request of the CIA to ensure the young man would survive to see his homeland. No one but a handful of people would know of Johnny's well-being. His family grieved. His cousin regretted inspiring his 'little brother'.

It wasn't the world that saw 141 grieve. Not even the reflection saw the frowns and drained eyes. Makarov watched though, he saw how his, in his words, 'needed actions' made the men of Task Force 141 fly to Scottland. To play it safe, they acted. Ashes from the fireplace of the night before were laid to rest in that beautiful place. The wind, as free as could be and as Johnny yearned to be took them to a promised land. One even those alive hoped to visit. 2073521, John 'Soap' MacTavish's service number is now signed off and stamped as KIA. No longer would that soldier be a part of anything but a grave.

It's been one month since the death of Soap. Johnny is now at a small home in Scotland. Price, Gaz and Ghost all take turns to watch over the man. He is in a deep coma. The scar from the bullet is covered by a bandage. His jaw would eventually receive a new scarred look. The nurse taking care of the man, coming in and out, was checked by at least two soldiers before entering the home. The machines fill the void left by silence. Occasionally, the men would fly home in secrecy so no one would raise suspicion as to why they were in Scotland.

Well, all except one. Ghost. That man stayed awake most time and talked to Johnny as if he was awake. Johnny was like his brother Tommy. Both annoying, loud, persistent and the closest he had to normalcy. Johnny looked up to Ghost, very much like Tommy. "Lt, my lass and I are having some issues and well, how do I even apologise without saying it?" "Lt, give me a minute, let me deal with this alone first." "Yes, Lieutenant, but the joke was better in my head." "C'mon Simon, it was just a prank." "Maybe y'aren't as handsome under the mask, maybe that's why my lass is hesitant to introduce yer to that other date she wanted yer to have." From advice to humour, these two men had now formed a bond. For Ghost, it was like losing Tommy all over again.

Gaz, oh those two shared many nights on missions. Soap knew Gaz talked to fill the silence on operations. It was a way of not just burning adrenaline but also making sure his teammates were okay. Soap grew to love that about Gaz. "You have to wake up, mate…Y'know, Ghost has been talking more to us." Gaz chuckles. "I like to believe that he found a new family with us," he sighs and shakes his head. "I…I'm sorry for not being there sooner. Maybe if I…if Ghost and I would've been there sooner you and I would be on that bachelor's trip, huh," Gaz's eyes land on Johnny. His chuckle was deep with sorrow and regret. Every night, Gaz's brown eyes never failed to grow teary. All the what-ifs landed on his mind. "I…like to believe you are playing pretend so the pretty nurse keeps coming or that you are just annoyed at me and are giving me the silent treatment." In Gaz's hands, he holds Soap's dog tags.

Price was different this time. He quit smoking for some time. One thing all tough soldiers know is to understand loss. There is one reason for it, they have to get used to it. He shook his head, "It's on me, ain't sunshine." No response. Typical. It was hilarious really. Now that he needed Johnny to talk, there was no voice. Not even a scoff. "Your…lass, she uh….she has been well since we told her the news. Gaz makes sure she has support and Ghost sometimes surveillances when I tell him to go home. He thinks I don't know, but I know he never goes back to England." That stupid machine, why can't it shut up? Why can't it let Johnny speak? Damn it, damn it, curse me, haunt me for all I am worth, this all goes through the captain's head. In a sinking ship, the captain gets everyone off it and he must sink with his ship, so why couldn't Johnny let him do that?

Every night, Johnny gets new stories, well old ones, the ones Ghost lived through. Without knowledge, Johnny is getting every piece of Ghost's life story. Every time he helps with Johnny's physical therapy, Ghost complains but he also tells one fact of his young life. From his young bastard years to his recent ones.

Three hundred-sixty-nine days passed and now, Johnny is awake. He has been awake for about five minutes and at least every single second has been filled with questions, hugs, smiles and the dark jokes Ghost made. "It's an order, Johnny, you can't die on my watch." Price commands. "Aye," Johnny lets out. His hair was a bit longer now, no more mohawk, to which Ghost calls this, 'Johnny's weirdly normal self'. "At least I don't parade that shite mask around," Johnny bites back. "Oi, watch it." Ghost responds. Now, it's clearer than ever that in that year, 141 got even closer. From this day forward, the men have created a bond no man can break, not even a goddamned bullet.

It's now been three months since Johnny woke up, the men are in an operation but the nurse and Laswell stay behind. Being dead serves no good in a team anymore so now, all he does is walk, learn to move his muscles for the better and talk to a therapist. Ever since, Johnny has been dealing with his PTSD and depression. Laswell ensured the men of the team she would never lead Johnny's side because she too saw him like a little brother to her. A lethal little brother that is.

After a somewhat good operation, the three men flew back to Scotland. Laswell and Johnny greeted them with a home-cooked meal. One that Laswell's wife had to fly over for, simply because she was worried the two would not cook the meal well and because she too needed to see her wife. "Welcome home, y'shits." Johnny patted Price's shoulder. "Now we know who will be responsible for a stomach ache," Gaz comments. "Y'know, for that comment, I think I'll kick ya ass." Johnny walks to Gaz, a side hug given as both men find their brotherhood to be intact. "Do it, I'll bet on Gaz," Ghost walks past them and Johnny gives him a scoff.

As the six people sit around the campfire, Price and Laswell begin to share stories. Then Laswell's missus joins in. Gaz and Johnny follow soon. Ghost adds his humour now and then. Beers, laughter, the night sky, the warmth and sense of belonging, all coming to Johnny. He looks around, his arm draped on Gaz's shoulder. This is the kind of relief that is needed after a hell of a life. "It was confidential, Laswell," Price's voice was low. The two women laugh and it gets followed by the other men. It wasn't until sunrise that they all decided to pause the conversation and talk it over lunch.

It was maybe cruel how they ended up on a beautiful grassy hill in Scotland but the fact that after years of ache, blood and betrayal they all got to sit down was where beauty is found. If Johnny doesn't feel lucky, he should know, that to get to this moment, he lived in the dark and now happily lives in the light. The grasslands, all to prove it. Soon, he'll be better and John 'Johnny' MacTavish, will run along the highlands with his dog, chasing the soldiers he is helping train.

Task Force 141, all for one and one for all.

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[thecaughtsimp]

Oh my god…

Just finished the MWlll campaign I need emotional support right now….

Even though I seen spoilers and tried to make the campaign as long as possible (I started the day it came out) I was not emotionally prepared or ready to see what I was going to.-



[shuotaizawa]

soap died? good thing he’s fake. that mohawk? fluffy, yes, but not real. the gun was a bunch of sticks and a rubberband. the blood seeping into the floor was from the kool aid man. the death? fraudulent. sergeant bubbles is alive and well and mw3 is a string of elaborate delusions

[makarov-biatch]

I want to throw a tantrum after how bad the mw3 campaign was. The missions were just DMZ and there wasn't much fun interactions like in mw2. I enjoyed playing it a little bit but it seriously lacked the same enjoyment from mw2, was super short and felt like it wasnt even a campaign. Im not usually one to whinge but I've been waiting a year for this game and it's poop and the original mw3 was my shit back in the day. I'm so sad and I'm just gunna sulk for the rest of the night 😡