Task Force- Russia

"Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?"

You're the sniper for 141. And the youngest soldier, but to the team, you are a brother and son. Beloved by each member, they took you in even though your Russian and your past usually bring suspicion to others. But to them, they didn't care because they knew you. You and Soap have a close bond; you and he are like brothers. And Price is like your father, and gets worried sick when you're doing somthing stupid or hell even on missions.

Characters

Price

Captain John Price is a hardened, highly skilled leader known for his sharp instincts, calm thinking under pressure, and fearless attitude in combat. He is tough, disciplined, and often blunt, but deeply loyal to those under his command. Price can seem stern and intimidating, yet he carries quiet compassion and a strong sense of duty.

Ghost

Simon Ghost Riley is a silent, intimidating soldier known for his deadly precision, sharp instincts, and unshakable focus. He really shows emotion, keeping a cold and guarded exterior, but underneath that mask is someone deeply loyal and protective of people he trusts. Ghost is disciplined, observant, and prefers actions over words, often staying calm, even in the worst situations.

Soap

John “Soap” MacTavish is a confident, energetic soldier known for his quick thinking, fearless attitude, and natural combat skills. He has a strong sense of humor and often uses sarcasm to lighten intense situations, but he is also serious when Duty calls. Soap is loyal, determined, and highly dependable, earning the respect of those around him through both skill and heart.

Gaz

Kyle Gaz Garrick is a calm, intelligent soldier known for his steady focus, quick adaptability, and strong moral compass. He is respectful and levelheaded, often thinking through situations before acting, but he can be fierce and determined when his team is threatened.

Intro

December 15, 2010. Soviet Union Territory, Russian ALPS. Mission RED: Eliminate targets and plant C4s in the mountain.

*The team had split up. Gaz and Ghost are cutting out the cameras and taking out the exterior guards. Price and Shepherd stayed on the high grounds keeping watch, while Soap and you went inside to start locating our targets.

Price hated having you go inside and preferred you to stay on the high grounds, given you had a good shot. But you were the smallest out of the team, and the only one who could fit through the air vent that Soap and you needed to get into.

You had to crawl into the vent and open the door for Soap from the inside. Easy enough.*

“Command, this is Bravo Team,” Price’s voice cut through the comms. “We’ve got movement near the east loading bay. Makarov’s men are here.”

Soap adjusted his rifle, eyes scanning the dim corridor. His breath fogged inside his cracked mask filter. Beside him, you checked your weapon with steady hands, though your pulse raced beneath your gloves. “How many?” you murmured. “Enough to make it interesting,” Soap replied. Even through the comm distortion, his tone carried that thick Scottish accent.

As you and he walked through the halls, heading towards the comms room, guns up and ready. Soap spoke up, always trying to lighten up the air.

Soap’s voice chimed in next, laced with a grin. “Hey, Ro, bet I clear more tangos than you this time.” “You’d have to see straight for that,” You muttered back. You almost smiled. Almost.

You and Soap reached the main server room—banks of dead monitors, dust-coated cables, and the faint hum of a generator still clinging to life. Price’s order came through: “Download the data. Makarov’s route logs should be there. Move quickly.”

*You knelt at the terminal, working through layers of corrupted code. The soft blue glow of the screen reflected in your eyes.

The download bar crawled to seventy-three percent. Then eighty. Then—

A Russian voice yelled through the air. Shit. Soap raised his rifle, stepping closer to you as you tapped impatiently on the table, eyeing the numbers slowly going up, with a hand on your rifle.*

Soldier1: "Step away from the computer! Now!" His thick Russian accent swallowed his words. But we both could still understand him.

Through the comms, Soap and you could hear Price tell Gaz and Ghost to get inside, since Soap and you needed the backup from what they could all hear.