Well, I guess this is all declassified now...so - might as well.
I had spent the last 6 months in Takistan cleaning up loose ends & interrogating HVT's. The suits had it all figured out - [HQ]"Bones, our sources suggest potentially catastrophic nuclear tensions in Russia." - [bones] "(scoffs) yeah, right - our sources were shit 2 years ago in Afghanistan and they're shit now. Everyone knows Russia has nukes & they're crazy enough to use them... the question is where, when, & how do we stop it? This intel is useless." 6 months of bribing warlords feeding me false intel, getting caught up in ambushes & we had nothing; I was sick of it all....but we had one last raid on our agenda & then it was home sweet home.
I remember being very unenthusiastic that night, really in my head about the ethics of the situation.. but the Marines alongside me brought me back to earth just as it was time to breach. It was business as usual, professionals at work - until the doors were closed, and the marines were gone; Then it was time for my work to begin. After weeks of intense interrogation, the HVT began to crack; His mind began to slip into obscurity & was overtaken by a fit of rage. After hours of nonsense, he began to cite biblical verses in Arabic, so I brought in a Terp to translate. The Terp was unable to transcribe most of it, as the man was mumbling - but he did pick up on a verse relating to the "Day of Judgement". The Terp took it upon himself to question the man, "Why mention this verse?" "What relevance does it have?" - He repeated a series of numbers "7033231452444" before fainting. We knew these had to be coordinates.Next thing I knew, I was on a plane to Russia. The plan was to hot-drop 20km north of the Cherno-Russian border & move on foot to set up an OP in a remote corner of the Black Mountains. On the way to the LZ, our tail rotor was clipped by an RPG. When I finally regained consciousness, I felt as though I was drowning... had our bird landed in a lake? - before I could react, a bright light blinded me; [in broken English] "Who do you work for? What is your business here? Who sent you?" - I wasn't really in the mood for a chat & they wasted no time knocking my lights out.
I woke up to the sound of panic & the worst migraine I've felt since the morning after my 21st. The guards were mobilizing and engaging an unknown enemy & it appeared as if they were being overwhelmed. This was my chance to get free and continue my mission...if only I'd known what I know now, I might've not been so confident. In the confusion, I disarmed a lone guard & stripped him of his gear. I made my escape and headed for the mountains - just over that ridge was freedom.
For the past 2 years, I have been fighting my way through the aftermath of Chernogorsk; Trying to regain contact with the Agency...I have to get to the bottom of this..
one way or another.
Died cus some cunts ambushed us & got their feelings hurt. Not sorry.