Disclaimer: I do not own Call of Duty, or anything from it. I am merely writing a story based on the events of Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2.


[Verified Identity]

[Nationality: Scottish]

[D.O.B: 01/21/87]

[Name: Roy MacNeil]

[Now logging in...]

The yellow floor skidded across the solid white table. Two papers flew out, visible to the eyes of Roy, otherwise known as Jester.

"Six years with the British SAS, two with the SRR. I'm impressed, Mister Roy." Said Shepherd in a gruff voice.

"Only getting the job done, sir." Roy said, with a bit of a soldier-like tone.

"That's what I want, Mister Roy." He continued.

"Anything you say, General. Sign me up."

Shepherd nodded with approvement. He focused his attention to the large TV in front of the table. He picked up the remote and turned on the television. A clip of an airport was shown, near the security area. Five men exited from an elevator, armed with weapons. Seconds later, the men opened fire, showing no restraint or hesitation. As if they were built to murder.

Shepherd then closed the TV and turned his attention to Roy, whose mouth was gaping.

"Mister Roy, that was Vladimir Makarov. Russian Ultranationalist and a patriotic hater against the West." He said in a strong, gruff tone.

"Terrorist attack on that airport, Sir?"

"It sure was. We've been tracking Makarov ever since his crimes were more wide-spread. It's a matter of time before we can get to him."

"Are we taking him down?" Roy asked, curiously, with an edge of pain in his voice.

Shepherd fell silent. He then opened a drawer from his desk, and pulled out a combat knife. There was one quirk about it; the blade was a metallic black and there was an emblem of the 141 on the handle. He tossed the knife to Roy. He caught it as if it were radioactive metal, carefully handling as to not cut himself.

"This Task Force consists of some of the most elite handpicked warriors who ever existed on this planet. Welcome to the 141, Jester."

Roy gave a salute and put the knife away.

"Thank you sir, it's an honor sir." He said, proudly.

It was only a matter of time before Roy went on his first mission with the 141. Only a matter of time before he was thrown into the worst danger he would ever experience. Only a matter of time before his easy-going life in the SAS and SRR would be plunged into an intense amount of combat and fighting.


This is Chapter 1, it was a bit of a sloppy/rough start, but I hope you'll enjoy it. Sorry for the short chapter, as it's just the prolouge and I don't exactly mean to make it so huge that first-time readers lose interest.

Happy reading!

Cheers,

MiseryHatred