Player and Ghost carried Price out of the hotel on a makeshift stretcher made of blankets and debris as crowds of police arrive on the scene. They are all taken to a hospital to treat their injuries
Delta force, MacMillan, Nikolai, and Vorshevsky represent 141 in court. Task force 141 is cleared of all charges and is re-instated
Price resumes his military career in 141 after his back heals. Player, Soap, Roach, and Ghost continue their service with task force 141 and help train new soldiers. Sandman made the decision to join 141 with his team
And finally, Player, Price, Soap, Roach, Ghost, Frost, Sandman, Grinch, and Truck were awarded medals of honor for heroic service. Even though Player insists on calling it "legendary" service
(At a bar, after the recovery)
(Sandman, Grinch, and Truck are playing cards)
(Plenty of 141 operatives are having a drinking contest with Nikolai)
(They lose terribly)
Deadpool: The chimichangas are actually pretty good here
Nikolai: This is tavern, my friend. A place of joy
Deadpool: You sound like that metal guy, what's his name?
Price: Do you know how long it's been since I've had a proper pint?
Player: Wait, don't tell me! I wanna guess...
5 and a half years?
Price: Eh, close enough
Soap: My only regret is that I couldn't be there for the hotel
Ghost: Don't worry, we didn't have THAT much fun without ya
MacMillan: In all my years I've never seen a team that could do what you all can do
Soap: Of course you have, we're it
Player: You know, I kinda miss being on the run. It was a real thrill
Soap: Oi, Ghost. I heard that Alena lass was into ya
Ghost: What? No, who told ya that?
(Frost slowly smiles)
Player: You held her in your arms and complimented her shoes. I could have sworn I saw some blushing after she said she liked your mask
Ghost: Very funny
MacMillan: That IS a cool mask though
Price: Lads and lassies, we won
Ghost: Cheers
Soap: Bottoms up
(Everyone takes a swig of their drink)
MacMillan: Yeah, we won
Player: That's modern warfare for ya
(A phone rings, and Player answers)
Player: 141
Phone: (Unintelligible yelling)
Player: For those of you who are sober, we have a mission
Ghost: But we're on break
Soap: C'mon Ghost. There's nothing more frightening to the enemy than a drunk Englishman with a gun
Sandman: What's the target?
Player: Coordinates are "4 2 0 6 9"
Price: Well, we didn't wipe out every Makarov supporter on earth
Grinch: Then lets get moving
Truck: But first, we go to the armory
(Nikolai presses a button under the counter, revealing a huge gun rack)
Nikolai: See anything you like?
(Everyone arms up)
Player: Intel reports that everyone is dropping in from a plane and destroying a base
Ghost: Alright, I'm in
Soap: Same here
Price: Heh. Why not?
Player: Just one thing, why is it that whenever I look at someone there's this magical green name tag?
Soap: You too? I thought it was only me
Ghost: It says my name when I look at myself in the mirror
Soap: For the way this all turned out, it feels like something out of a fan fiction
Deadpool: I know, right?
(Great, now I gotta fix the fourth wall again)
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Just a modern warfare fanfic (Trilogy collection)
FanficSeason 1: Mile high club to Game over. Experience the story of how you met Price and Soap, and how you fought against Zackhaev and his army of ultranationalists Season 2: Five years later to endgame. Returning to action, work with the newly formed...
