3rd Pov
The satellite tracks the two missiles as they break off parts and launch each of their six warheads, which will detonate all along the U.S. East Coast in 15 minutes and thirty seconds. The satellite then tracks the SAS/Marine teams that have breached the facility, which is being analyzed. The team will have to go from the vents down to the barracks, go through the storage area, go across the launch silos, pass a heavy blast door, and finally into the launch control room.
Gaz: Team One moving in.
Marine: Team Two heading for base security.
SAS: Team Three has entered the base.
Command: Bravo Team, we got good news and bad news. Launch control is located southwest of your position, less than half a klick away. That's where you'll need to upload the abort codes to destroy the missiles in flight.
Price: Gaz, go with the Yanks and hit the security station. Soap, Griggs, and I will head for launch control.
(Y/n): What about us?
Price: You and Arthur can go with us
Gaz: Roger. Command, what's the bad news?
Command: Uh... the bad news is we're still trying to get those abort codes, over.
Price: The hell with it. We'll give it our best shot. Out.
The satellite tracks Viper MacTavish in the facility's air vents.
[Day 6 - 07:35:17]
[Altay Mountains, Russia]
[(Y/n) "Viper" MacTavish]
We all make our way through the vents in the facility.
Price: Alright, let's move.
Marine (Five-Delta Six): Captain Price, this is Five-Delta Six, we're clearing the east wing heading for base security, over
Price: Roger, Delta Six, we're right above you in the vents, watch your fire.
Marine (F-D6): Copy that, sir.
Marine (Two-Yankee Six): Captain Price, Two-Yankee Six reporting in. We're meeting with heavy resistance in the south wing. They've locked down our access point over here, over.
Price: Roger Yankee Six. Regroup with Team Two and help them gain control of base security, over.
Marine (T-Y6): Roger that sir. We're pulling back to regroup with Team Two. Yankee Six out.
The four of us come down from the vents into a shower room of the barracks.
Arthur: Ugh... This is the most disgusting shower room...
(Y/n): Meh, I rather take this shower than the one in my apartment.
Price: Shut your traps and follow me.
We look at each other and shrugged before following Price.
Command: Captain Price, we're sending your team the abort codes you'll need to auto-destruct the missiles in flight. You have fifteen minutes before those missiles reach the eastern seaboard, over.
Price: Copy that.
We heard enemies coming towards us and they are shooting, but I jump back to get cover while Arthur ran past all the bullets and run next to me. Soap and Price hid behind some cover and shoot back. I take out my dual pistols and shoot their heads off. We continue fighting through the storage area.
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FanfictionI'm just doing this for fun. This might (MIGHT) be the first COD fanfic I've read. I don't own any images in this story and I hope you enjoy it. COD MW belongs to Infinity Ward You own You.
