CPT "Captain" Foley (Hunter 2-1 Actual)
SGT Daniel Dunn (Hunter 2-1)
PVT James "Ramirez do everything" Ramirez (Hunter 2-1)
Warlord Ayyub Durtami
Pilot Grigori Belinsky
SGT Hassam bin Fahim
Task Force 142Edit
BG John Price (overall commander, TF142) (formerly SAS)
LTC John "Soap" MacTavish (Base Commander)(formerly SAS)
CPT Vladimir Makarov (Commander, Delta Squad, Victor Squad) (formerly mercenary/ Ultranationalist Party
SGT "Boss" Foley (element leader, Delta Squad)
PVT Steven "Scorch" Perry
CPL Benjamin "Sev" Warner (2IC Delta Squad)
PVT Daniel "Fixer" Targon
SGT Kal "Apex" Skirata (Victor 2-1 Actual)
PVT Michael "Ozone" Darman (Victor 2-1)
CPL. James "Niner" Ramirez (2IC Victor 2-1)
PVT. Andy "Fi" Snipes(Victor 2-1)
Fates worse than deathEdit
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy, far, far away.....
It is during the battle of Stalingrad. Once- proud building have been razed to the ground. In the rubble, a Soviet sniper, Pvt. Placeholder lies flat on his belly, his eyes constantly tracking the area for any signs of Germans. He spots a patrol. His finger caresses the trigger of his rifle. The crack of a rifle relieves the silence. Blood seeped from a wound in his shoulder.
Pvt. Placeholder allowed himself a self- satisfied smirk. Then the smile evaporated of his face. The 'dead' German was getting back up. His eyes glowed yellow. The creature tore into its ex- comrades.
Placeholder screams in sheer terror and runs. The creature stared straight back at Placeholder and charged him.
65 years later....
The recently promoted Sgt. Dunn was instructing the latest batch of recruits. "You gotta aim down your sights! Ramirez! Show these guys what I'm talking about. Suddenly, a klaxon sounds. "All Hunter units get to your victors. We're oscar- mike." Overlord 6 ordered.
They got into their HMMWVs and rode into Afghanistan. Suddenly, there was an Al- Qaeda attack. RPGs flew everywhere. "Get out of the humvees!" Sgt. Dunn yelled.
"Shut up, Dunn!" Cpt. Foley yelled back. "Stay frosty"
The Rangers baled out of the vehicles and bolted for the nearest building. To cut a ling story short, there was a big fight."I think they're scarpering, sir"
Everyone piled into the Humvees. Then the bodies of the terrorists got back up. "Oh my god!" cried Ramirez.A long, long time ago, in a galaxy, far, far away.....
Foley yells,"Ramirez! Get on the minigun and hold off the Arab zombies!" Ramirez, irritated yelled back."Why don't you f*** yourself!" The entire convoy of HMMWVs got underway, chased by hordes of zombies. "All Hunter units, be advised, AC130 callsign AC130 has entered your airspace, over." Overlord 6 announced
" Sgt. Dunn "We just shot the bastards and they came back up!" Ramirez yells "We COULD use some help over here!!" as he sprays bullets into the zombies. Overlord replys "Hunter 2-1 I'm not really reading what your trying to say, over." An annoyed Cpt. Foley than repeats, "the damn terrorists were dead, but they came back to life, THEY ARE ZOMBIES OVERLORD, do you read me ZOMBIE..." as Overlord cuts in, "by god, I'm getting reports of men being attacked by... dead al Qaeda?" Ramirez impatiently yells "Yeah! And we can't do this alone, so tell callsign whatsitsface to send some damn 25mm on these guys Oorah!?"
Overlord replys, "Were working on it Hunter 2-1". As Sgt. Dunn and a Pvt. Wells look out of the HMMWV, the Humvee in front of them crashes, leaving the Humvee containing Ramirez, Dunn, Foley, and Wells at the same fate. Soon Ramirez awakes to a pile of crashed HMMWVs and some Rangers firing on the seemingly increasing group of civilian zombies. Dunn screams anxiously to Ramirez, "RAMIREZ, CPT. FOLEYS DOWN!! Wells! Help me get him to the medic 4 Humvee's down!"
Wells replys, "right away sir!" Ramirez looks around but can't seem to find his weapon, suddenly a Ranger tosses over a M16A4 with a M203 to Ramirez.
"Hunter 2-1, Overlord. I'm sorry but... well... callsign AC130 has been hijacked by some Arab zombies. Additional ground support is en route to your position, ETA 10 weeks. Overlord 6 out." "Shite! We're doomed!" Ramirez bursts into tears. "Mummy!!" "Get a grip, Pvt, our weapons still work, which means we can still kick some ass! Lets give 'em a good bollocking, hooah!" The Rangers haul Cpt. Foley into the nearest building. "Put me down somewhere, so I can cover you!" Foley yells
"Bang! The massive crack from a 105mm gun was unmistakeable. The entire building was shaken down to its foundations. "Overlord! Get that AC130 to cease fire! That was too close!" "Sorry, but the airforce is only worried that the zombies will spread. I'll try to buy you some time. GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE, HUNTER 2-1!!"
As Dunn fired his M4A1 he yelled, "you'd think Shepard was commanding that AC130 Ooah!" Cpt. Foley grunted in pain as the medic rips the shrapnel out of his chest. "Ooah... now throw me a rifle, I'll be damned if these bastards take...." Everybody stumbles as the building shakes from the AC130 105mm ca
nnon. Cpt. Foley yells, "Overlord! Tell that AC130 to CEASE FIRE! Theyre hitting our boys!" Overlord replys, "Sorry Hunter 2-1, they were told to contain the problem at all costs from the top, I'd get the hell out of there, over." Cpt. Foley stands up and clutches his chest, slowly rolling his eyes. Pvt. Wells steps out to cover the Rangers as they try to repair a Humvee, but a zombie runs to him and trys to bite him. He claws and growls at Wells until eventually Ramirez shoots the thing in the head. Pvt. Wells exclaims, "God damn, the thing wanted to eat me! It wanted to EAT ME!!" Cpt. Foley immediately dissmisses the Ranger, by taking his M4A1 and firing on the horde of the undead, working his way to the last working Humvee. There are random screams of people saying "whats the Captain doing?" and "thats the last Humvee!" Foley asks the Ranger on the Mini-Gun if the Humvee is still driveable, to which the gunner reply's, "I think so!". Well I'll be taking it. Dunn your shotgun, Ramirez, ride in back. Suddenly a Sargeant with the name of Marks walks to Foley and says "what the hell are you doing Captain?" To which Foley reply's getting help Sergeant, now your in charge here, and stay away from that field. The AC130 is NOT going to stop firing you hear me?" Marks reply's "Hooah Captain, hustle up though, these bastards are tough"
"Hooah!" The HMMWV plows straight into a horde of zombies. Hot metal shell casings rattled out of the gun. Dunn blasts away with his M1014 shotgun. "Yeah, baby! Eat hot lead, bastards"
"Stop the bloody truck!" Ramirez yells. The road explodes, but miraculously, the Humvee is still moving. "Dammit! We're stuck!" Ramirez gets back on the minigun "If we don't get home! No one gets home!" Ramirez requisitions everyone's grenades and cobbles them together. They load up the Humvee with high explosives then drive it up to the zombies.
"Get the hell out!" Everyone leaps out of the vehicle.
Boom! The zombies go up in flame. But the tidal wave of zombies are now focusing on them. And they realize that the M134 Minigun had blown up too.....
"Oh my God!" Ramirez yells as a horde of zombies converge on their positions. "Steady.... hold your fire until my mark. Pins off them grenades... 2... 1.... mark!" 3 grenades flew from the crater in the ground and landed in the mass of zombies. Dunn's M249 roared to life. Bullets spat from its barrel and shredded the skin and flesh of the zombies. Ramirez's M40A3 cracked. For every crack there was, a zombies head blew clean up.
Then the sun was blocked out temporarily as a massive shape filled the air. To their surprise, it was an AC130. And it was ablaze. It smashed into the street, carving a deep furrow in the earth. Its propellers brutally butchered any zombies who dared to stand in its way. Then its remaining stores of ammo blew up. Zombies were swept off their feet, as if they were struck by a massive, invisible. Dunn's helmet strap broke and the thing just flew off. Ramirez's M40 was torn from his fingers. Foley was the only one who wasn't affected nor fazed.
Then there was the cacophonous cry that was practically the trademark of the assorted bag of weapons the terrorists used. Any remaining zombies who weren't killed by the AC130's destruction were struck down by this barrage of fire. Foley and his team ran back to the Rangers' old bunker, to find out that all the other Rangers were either dead or dying. The team moved up to their new allies. They wore keffiyehs and sported high- quality Romanian AK47 rifles, AK101 rifles, M82 sniper rifles and Ak74 carbines.
"What the hell" Dunn said
"My name is Ayyub Durtami. I am pleased to make your acquaintance." their leader said, in perfect, but heavily accented English. "These beasts... they are easily destroyed, but the always return in greater numbers. A number of your allies are back at our camp. We will explain later on." The Rangers got into a Pave Low helicopter, one of many that were busy transporting troops back to their alleged base.
"So what the hell are those things?" Foley inquired. "They are.... experiments conducted by the terrorists. They're trying to make their guys live forever so you Americans will buzz off back home."
The chopper landed, and their cheerful Russian pilot, Grigori perkily waved a goodbye as the chopper took, once again to the air. A man walked over and introduced himself as Price. "So what the hell are you Limey fags doing here?' Foley inquired tactlessly. In was definitely the wrong thing to say to an ex- SAS captain and ex- TF141 agent. Price savagely slammed the butt of his SCAR- H into Foley's head. Foley was sent flying and collapsed in a moaning heap.
"OK then, since you've seen these zombies firsthand, I'm inducting both of you into Task Force 142. The most elite group of handpicked warriors the world has ever seen."
"An honor, sir." Dunn and Ramirez replied.
"You'll be dropping into Map Grid 45- 93; right in the heart of zombie territory. Apart from snipers, everyone will be issued flame weapons like the SPAS- 12 with Dragon's Breath ammo, M2 Flamethrowers, and RPG- 7V2s with thermobaric rounds. Support will be provided by the Little Birds and Black Hawks. Do understand that I tried to requisition AC130 Specter gunships, but they're not available to us. Lock and load boys, mission launch code is: Idiotic Code." BG Price briefed the 8 men.
The Victor and Delta Squads moved up and checked their equipment. Everything checked out fine. Then their radios crackled to life: "Omega, Delta, Idiotic Code"
They ran to the Black Hawks. The Little Birds flitted off like a swarm of bees; the Black Hawks followed suit, resembling a mass of black hawks in the air. "Contact. 12 O' Clock, low! 2 Flight Little Birds will strafe the targets and clear the DZ for 1 & 3 Flights. Black Hawks unload your chalk after 1 & 3 flights. After the drop, all Little Birds will return to base, with Black Hawks providing support, hooah!" The Ranger squadron leader ordered.
The Little Birds dropped off the Victors and Deltas. Saddo took point, with Apex as rear guard. "Snipers, break off, and find a good LUP."
"Movement," Fi warned "Left side." A horde of zombies boiled out of the next street. "Bravo Two -Zero, this is Delta 2- 1 Actual. Requesting air support, over!"
"Delta 2-1 Actual, confirm fire mission danger close."
"Confirm! Fire mission danger close! Get inside a building, boys!"
High- calibre rounds from the Black Hawks deadly arsenal of machine- guns crashed into the zombie line. The zombies parted like the Red Sea. But some of them were getting through...
"Deltas, Victors, Bravo Two- Zero has expended all its ammunition. Little Birds may be able to assist. Bravo Two- Zero out."
The two squads looked at each other. Victor's support man, Fi, summed up the situation in one of his Alabama country- boy remarks that were not meant to be funny. "This time tomorrow we'll bee throwing rocks at those zombie sumbitches."
"All sentries check- in." LTC MacTavish ordered.
"Sentry 1, all green, nothing on the scopes."
"Base this is Sentry 8! They're coming, hundreds of them!"
"Sentry 8 repeat!"
"The zombies are moving to engage our OP."
"All units this is MacTavish. Firing line. All air units fall back towards the base and act as support."
It had been a long time since Soap had been in the field, but he kept in shape. He grabbed his favored SOCOM II battle rifle. It was time to do some soldiering.
The base support personnel, although they had some basic combat training and one of the most powerful revolvers in the world, the S&W 500, were nervous. They had signed up to refuel and service vehicles, not fight battles! W6 Robert LaCroix one of the greener men, nervously fiddled with his S&W 500. He preferred his SAS -esque P226 handgun, but it was replaced by the revolver as the P226 did not possess the stopping power required to kill zombies.
The first wave of zombies arrived. LaCroix fired out of reflex. The heavy .50 caliber bullet stopped the zombie dead in its tracks. So the revolver wasn't so useless after all! The base commander, some cranky Scot called MacTavish organized the fire. As the revolvers didn't exactly have the largest ammo capacity nor automatic fire, it was important to fire in organized waves.
The zombie assault faltered for an instant. MacTavish activated the LRF on his M320 GLM (Grenade Launcher Module) and flipped up the leaf sights. 50 metres- an easy shot for MacTavish. The modified 40mm HE grenade crashed into the zombie line, but instead of just blowing up just like regular HE, the grenade immediately started spewing gas. This was the 'air- fuel bomb' were the Soviets were trying to perfect.
"What the fuck is that!" Apex yelled. The ground itself shook. A 300- foot tall monster came stomping out of the city. Then a few guys in black suits started firing on it. "Holy moses! That's from Resistance 2! Oi, get out of 'ere, we're doing a Call of Duty story here!"