3rd Pov
The satellite tracks the village in Azerbaijan where the S.A.S. have recently captured and executed Al-Asad.
Gaz: E.T.A. on the chopper's at least a half hour, Captain Price.
Price: No good. We'll be corpses for ten minutes by then. Every Ultranationalist psycho in Zakhaev's pocket is about to show up on our doorstep, coming to claim Al-Asad.
Gaz: Or what's left of him.
Anti-personnel mines are seen placed throughout the hill as their strategy is analyzed.
Price: Right. We'll set charges along phase line Alpha on the southern hill... and more along phase line Bravo. We'll delay them all the way back to the top, and hold our ground at the extraction point in the fields around the farm. Any questions?
(Y/n): No questions here.
Gaz: Let's do this.
[Day 4 - 09:40:28]
[Northern Azerbaijan]
[(Y/n) "Viper" MacTavish]
Ultranationalist: Surrender at once and your lives will be spared! I am sure you will make right choice given the circumstances! Drop your weapons and surrender at once! You will not be harmed if you surrender!
Me, Arthur, Price, Gaz, Soap, and the S.A.S. team move out to face the Ultranationalist counterattack.
Price: Ignore that load of bollocks. Their counterattack is imminent. Spread out and cover the southern approach.
SAS: Sir, they're slowly coming up the hill.
Arthur: Give us the signal Captain.
Ultranationalist: We know you are hiding in the village! You are surrounded! There is nowhere to run! Surrender and make it easy on yourselves!
The team is prone on the edge of a fenced cliff at the south end of the hill. Soap takes out a remote to the mines. Ultranationalists are seen walking up the hill, unaware they've walked right into the S.A.S. trap.
Price: Do it.
SAS: Ka-boom.
He detonates phase line Alpha. The Ultranationalists quickly realize they've been duped and panic.
Gaz: Nice shot mate.
Price: Open fire!
They begin to open fire as the Ultranationalists attack the hill after being caught by surprise by the ambush. I take out my machine gun and fire the RPGs to hold them off from 4 rockets. After running out, Soap fires his M249.
Price: Squad, hold your ground, they think we're a larger force than we really are.
Gaz: Copy.
Wave after wave, we hold our ground. Arthur jumps out of the fence and charges toward them slicing their heads off one by one. Even though she has heavy armor, she is very fast at dodging bullets and deflecting them too.
(Y/n): What skills.
Soap: I was about to say the same.
Ultranationalist: Устройте дымовую завесу! Бросайте свои дымовые гранаты! (Set up a smokescreen! Throw your smoke grenades!)
Smoke starts to pour in front of the hill.
(Y/n): Smokes?!
Price: They're putting up smokescreens. Mac - you see anything?
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