The sound of a roaring engine faded into existence. There was the light patter of rain against the metal.
Then it cut to a video screen of an elderly man. Another man garbed in a yellow and black patterned shirt stood at his side.
The elderly man spoke in a heavily accented voice. "Our war is not for our faith."
Wolf: "We fight to remove all foreign power from our soil..."
The pattern shirted man leaned down into view of the camera. He spoke.
Butcher: "We are Al-Qatala. We are The Killers."
The camera pulled away, revealing that the video screen was from a smartphone being held by a man with a cigarette between his fingers.
Sitting across from the man were three other men. The one on the right held an AK-47 pattern rifle. He did a brass check before flipping the safety to fire. The man in the middle looked anxious, his right leg bobbing up and down.
Wolf: "We fight without sorrow. We wage war without sympathy."
As the camera panned from right to left, the person who held the phone passed his cigarette to the man at the leftmost end. He took a drag from it.
Wolf: "This is the only way to live... and die..."
The man sitting next to the one who held the phone loaded his pistol, an X16, a Glock 21 in real life. He hit the slide release, the sound of metal sliding against metal echoing throughout the van's interior.
The sound of beeping chilled the viewers to their core.
A man had on him a vest strapped with a multitude of plastic explosives, with wires stretching over the vest. The red light on it gleamed ominously. He held a detonator in his hands.
Wolf: "A true soldier."
The van's back doors swung open, and the men inside began filing out. The man with the suicide vest stood up. Stepping down, he walked into a small crowd. In front of him was a fountain. Behind that was a large display showing advertisements.
It was only a matter of time until people noticed the armed strangers.
As the crowd's screams reached a fever pitch, the suicide bomber raised his detonator. Luckily, the aftermath was not shown. The audio cut out and the scene cut to black instantly. In large, bold, and simple text, the words on screen read:
MODERN WARFARE
24 HOURS EARLIER
The scene shifted to a mountain range, with evergreen trees dotting the landscape.
VERDANSK
Military helicopters, a pair of UH-60 Blackhawks, roared past the camera with the sound of their blades chopping the wind. Inside one of the Blackhawks resided codename "Alex". His attire differentiated him from the rest. He looked like a fairly unique character with A silent but deadly person name Kingpin who couldn't speak but still kill.
Alex: "Echo Three-One to Charlie Two-Actual."
His radio sparked.
Norris: "Go for Actual."
Alex: "LZ is in sight."
The view shifted to the outside once again. The camera followed the two helicopters as they continued flying over the forest.
Alex: "Looks like our boys are right on time, Colonel."
The scene shifted to inside a military tent. It was clear that wherever this was, it was away from the action. The man standing up, Colonel Norris, was looking at a couple of screens, which had maps displayed on them.
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Call of duty Modern Warfare (2019) (Male reader)
FanfictionLt. Y/n "Nomad" L/n, Leader of Ghost lead is now being called in to stop a Russian threat Name General Barkove before He starts WW3, him and His crew must team up with his Old friend Captain John Price, Alex, Gaz and Farah.