(Phillip Graves and several members of Shadow Company operate inside their AC-130 Spectre Gunship callsign Shadow-1. Graves walks along the fuselage, giving orders to his men. Three crew members stand by a 105mm cannon and load a round inside the tube. A fourth gunner loads another round into the rack)
Graves: Loaders, get your rounds in the can
Shadow: Yes, Commander
Graves: Nav, set a heading for that compound
Shadow: Roger
Graves: Fire officer, keep a hand on the hot switch, we're just gettin' started here
Shadow: Solid copy!
Graves: Pilot, you have the con. Once on station, circle the target, bring us around
Shadow Pilot: Sir
Graves: Comm, get me General Shepherd
Shadow: Rog, stand by... Shepherd's up, sir
Graves: Gold Eagle Actual, this is Shadow-1, how copy?
Shepherd: Loud and clear, Shadow-1, send traffic
Graves: I had to bail your boys out, luckily they have friends in high places
Shepherd: That's what you're there for. Tell me something' good
Graves: We got a hit on Hassan. Approaching the target location now. We'll get this bastard rolled up for a little talking' too
Shapherd: That's what I like to hear. Report back when Hassan's in the bag
Graves: Roger that. Out here. All shadows, listen up! These guys on the ground... Mexican Special Forces, 141, they are your brothers now. You treat 'em like your own and let's get this done, yeah?
Shadows: YUP-YUP!
Graves: Alright! Ghost, this is Shadow-1, orbiting the compound now. Standing by for visual...
(On the outskirts of the compound)
(Player, Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro approach the target location in their vehicle)
Ghost: Shadow-1, Bravo 0-7. We'll mark our position with IR laser. Over
Graves: Roger that, 0-7
(The group parks their vehicle and dismounts)
Soap: How do we find Hassan?
Alejandro: He'll have an armed guard
Player: Of course. Cartel protection
(Player, Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro take cover)
Soap: Lotta places to hide...
Ghost: Graves covers with close air. We clear the buildings.
Soap: Copy that, L.T.
Ghost: Mark us. Shadow-1, we're east of the compound. Position is marked.
(Soap takes out his IR laser and waves it at the sky)
Shadow Pilot: Off the trigger.
Shadow: Copy
Shadow: TV, friendlies are marked with IR laser. Confirm visual
(The gunner switches from normal vision to thermal vision and marks the location of the TF-141/Los Vaqueros team)
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Just a modern warfare fanfic (Reboot) (Rewrite)
FanficJoin 141 as they band together once more to battle a new crisis that threatens to spark a war. They aim to end that war, and to take down a terrorist cell. Alongside and against new and old characters, 141 must assassinate General Barkhov and take d...
