The Untamed Serpent

This is how a Task Force member, nicknamed Serpent was attempted to be eliminated by Shepherd and his relentless Shadow Company. Using every single item of use he can come across, he intends to find the truth on the real extermination of the 141 while avoiding countless patrols by his elite guards.

Prologue
"Very well." General Shepherd said. He stroked his mustache. "We will cut off all means of escape. This ends now." He saluted and bid them luck on finding Makarov.

Master Sergeant Clyde Esker, better known as Serpent stood at attention with the fifteen other Task Force members. Captain John Price and John MacTavish approached the table. Ghost sat behind them when MacTavish began.

"Makarov's two sites are here." He pointed to a region in Afghanistan, "And here." He gestured towards a spot on the Russian border. "Ghost, Roach, Scarecrow, Ozone, Archer and Toad will take the house on the Russian border."

"Learjet and Wildcard's team will be in the US. If something goes patchy we can contact them to assist us."

"Serpent, Price and my team will go to Afghanistan. Good luck and come back in one piece."

Serpent nodded following Price to his C-130. He checked his weapons, since he was mainly a rifleman with a shotgun, he would simply carry his basic gear. His G36C with an undermounted grenade launcher would come handy especially when fighting on open grounds. His secondary, an AA-12 with a high capacity mag could lay out 12 shells in seconds. The fully automatic fire came at a cost because it kicked like a mule. "Serpent! Let's move!" Price's words shook him out of his thoughts as he hurried and strapped himself inside the airplane.

Part 1: Caught off Guard
Afghanistan Boneyard

1 hour before the betrayal

Serpent crouched next to Soap and Price, they were on a ridge overlooking several destroyed aircraft. Makarov's mercanaries were swarming and seemingly guarding something.

"I don't like the looks of this." Soap whispered, Price shifted grasping an Intervention with a suppressor. "Task Force, this is Price. More of Makarov's men just showed up at the boneyard...Soap, cover me, I'm gonna slot that guy and use his radio to listen to their comms. We'll be silent for a few minutes, good luck up there in Russia. Price out."

Soap had an M14 EBR and he scoped in, watching as Price approached the lone sentry from behind. Price grabbed him in a headlock before twisting the mercenary's head sideways. The man dropped to the ground as Price policed him finding a radio.

"Nice one." Serpent found himself saying. Price knelt near a wing and listened.

"Well looks like they are in a defensive positions. Still no sign of Makarov."

Soap pivoted away from Price's location. "Wait...is that?...Price we got some Little Birds and a BlackHawk inbound."

Serpent looked in Soap's direction, there were a dozens of Little Birds and a BlackHawk that accelerated towards them.

"I'm going west." Soap finally said, "Price, see what's up in the South and whatever these helis came for."

Price nodded. Serpent observed him though binoculars. He had crept up to a cockpit of a Boeing 747 and was positioned in a higher altitude. "What the?...Sherpherd's men? What the hell are they doing here?" Serpent looked over and sure enough, he saw two Shadow Company soldiers both holding F2000s and firing them on the mercenaries. They took out a dozen of them before finally being sniped by a mercenary marksman. Price tagged it and sent it to Serpent. He looked on the trashed helicopter, through the rotors he spotted a Dragunov. Quickly aiming his weapon a shot pierced the air. Serpent saw the sniper drop, killed by a headshot.

"I'm under fire! Soap!" MacTavish retreated to his position, "What?"

"Sheperd's men tried to kill me!"

Soap scowled, "Tell them we're friendlies."

A Little Bird hovered next to an aircraft. It blasted through with its machine guns, satisified that its target wasn't inside, it moved on. Serpent checked a dead Shadow Company soldier's outfit.

"All Task Force traitors must be purged! Destroy every one of them!"

Price didn't need another second as he got on the COM. "Ghost! Come in...we're under attack by Shepherd's men at the boneyard! I repeat do not trust Shepherd! Soap..get down!" Price yanked Soap's arm as an AT4 soared over them. Serpent hit the deck. The rocket blasted an aircraft that nearly crashed down on him. Serpent was trapped inside the airplane. He tried to escape, but the door seemed sealed shut.

Serpent had to think fast. "Serpent! You're gonna get left behind!" Soap shouted over the gunfire.

To be continued!