Cutscene[]
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, and Phillip Graves haul Valeria Garza inside a cargo container and bring her to a chair.
Graves: Have a seat.
Valeria sits down.
Graves: Alright. How do you two know each other?
Alejandro: Know is a strong word.
Valeria: Las palabras fuertes son importantes. Nuestra palabra es nuestro valor, ¿no? (Strong words are important. Our word is our worth, right?)
Alejandro: Vete a la verga, hija de puta, que te voy a matar. (Go to hell you fucking sonuvabitch -- I'm going to kill you.)
Alejandro advances on her angrily, causing Soap and Rodolfo to intervene and calm him down.
Soap: Alejandro-
Rodolfo: Calmado, Comandante. (Calm down, Commander).
Alejandro: Yeah!? Yeah!?
Alejandro backs off.
Alejandro: Vamos. (Go on.) Tell them.
Valeria: I don't take orders anymore. Even the dogs in Las Almas know not to bark at me.
Alejandro: Mira este- (Look at this-) She's ex-military. We served together.
Valeria: Different squads, same unit. You were the wild ones, huh... "los vaqueros."
Alejandro grits his teeth.
Valeria: My squad was clean cut, señoras y señores... (ladies and gentlemen)...
Alejandro: Until the raid on the son of La Araña. ¿Te acuerdas? (Do you remember?)
Valeria: Me acuerdo perfecto. (I remember perfectly.)
Alejandro: Her team was told to cordon off the city to keep out La Araña's enforcers and prevent the bloodshed.
Valeria: That's exactly what we did.
Alejandro: Well, you kept out his enforcers, because you were his enforcers, huh?
Valeria: He was escorted to the mountains without incident. Also to prevent bloodshed.
Rodolfo: He was supposed to go to prison.
Graves: So you killed him and you took over.
Valeria: I created a power vacuum... And I filled it. Las Almas needs me.
Alejandro: Las Almas needs soldiers, not sicarios... Y usted... (And you...) You disgrace the army. ¿Y tus hermanos, no? (And your brothers, no?)
Graves: Why're you doin' this?
Valeria: You tell me... you're the contractor, no? What you don't do, your competitors will.
Ghost: You're a narco, harboring a terrorist...
Valeria: Terrorism is good for business. It's insurance.
Alejandro: What the fuck does that mean?
Valeria: ¿Puedes sacar la puta cabeza del culo por un segundo? Puta madre, Alejandro. (Can you get your fucking head out of your ass for a second? For fuck's sake, Alejandro.)
Graves calms down Valeria.
Valeria: As long as there is a war on terror, there will be no real war on drugs. To find your so-called terrorist, and your missiles, you need me. To prevent bloodshed.
Alejandro: No, I'm not doing this...
Alejandro picks up his weapon and starts to leave.
Soap: Doesn't change anything.
Alejandro turns back to face Soap lividly.
Alejandro: It changes everything! FUCK! Don't make a deal with her... It won't end well.
Alejandro leaves the container. Soap steps forward.
Soap: Looks like it's your turn to tell the truth.
Graves leans in behind Valeria.
Graves: I want the missiles, I want the target, and I want Hassan. And you've got ten seconds or I'm gonna show you the difference between the military and me.
Valeria: I don't know the targets. I'm a courier. I move things. I can tell you where to find the missiles. When you return, I'll tell you where Hassan is. In exchange, you will let me go. And get the fuck out of Las Almas. Se me largan ya- (Now leave-)
Soap looks at Ghost and Rodolfo, before nodding at Graves.
Graves: Deal. Until then... you're stayin' right here.
Soap, Ghost, Rodolfo, and Graves leave Valeria inside the container. The scene shifts to a computer display of the Gulf of Mexico along with a photo of Valeria and the location of an oil rig.
Shepherd: Coordinates obtained through interrogation confirm an oil rig 300 nautical miles offshore in the Gulf of Mexico.
The computer zooms in on the oil rig and a cargo barge right by it. A surveillance photo of the oil rig appears.
Shepherd: The rig is no longer active and is currently in use by the cartel as a smuggling dead-drop.
The computer pans up to the cargo ship.
Shepherd: A cargo ship is anchored 500 meters to its northwest.
Surveillance photos of the cargo ship and one of the missiles inside a cargo container are displayed.
Shepherd: Surveillance saw personnel moving a large container from the ship to the rig. That container is now on top of the platform. We believe this is the missile.
A tactical display of Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie Teams approaching the rig and cargo ships with Alpha and Bravo attacking the oil rig and Charlie Team attacking the ship.
Shepherd: TF 141, Colonel Vargas, and Shadow Company will infil three boat teams for a simultaneous takedown of both targets.
Photos of Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, and Graves are displayed.
Shepherd: Ghost will lead the ship assault team. Graves, Soap, and Alejandro will engage the oil rig and disarm the missile.
A photo document of the Rules of Engagement is displayed with certain text covered in black ink.
Shepherd: All shooters will give no quarter. Your orders are to eliminate all threats.
The computer zooms in on the three assault boats as the scene shifts to...
Gameplay[]
...the three assault teams on their boats approaching their assigned objectives in the midst of a storm.
JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH - SHADOW CO, LOS VAQUEROS, TF-141
DARK WATER
GULF OF MEXICO
02 NOV 2022, 1700
Soap, Graves, and Alejandro are in one of the boats with Graves' men.
Soap: Eyes on the rig...
Graves: All right! That's our target. Shadows 1 and 2 - push to your hook points. Let's invite ourselves in.
Ghost's boat rides to the left of the other teams.
Ghost: All stations, ship is visual.
Graves: Copy, prep for assault. Stay on comms. If Valeria told the truth, we board, clear, disarm that missile.
Alejandro: And if she's lying?
Graves: Ha. God help her.
Soap: God help us all.
Alejandro: Be ready for anything, this could be a trap...
The two assault boats approach the underside of the oil rig and comes to a stop.
Graves: Actual, we're set.
Shepherd: Copy, get to work...
Soap, Alejandro, Graves, and Shadow Company fire their grappling hooks up to the anchor points.
Graves: Good hook. Up and at 'em.
The teams attach their ascender devices to the ropes and zip up to the rig.
Graves: All Shadows, this missile is on this platform. I want full containment.
The teams climb over the railing and reach the deck. Graves stealthily takes down an enemy with his knife.
Graves: Rog'. You've got three AQ internal.
Shadow 2-1: Making entry.
Soap, Alejandro, and Graves stack up outside a room where two Al-Qatala soldiers are.
AQ Soldier 1: (in Arabic) Stupid thing. It's not connecting.
AQ Soldier 2: (in Arabic) Keep trying. Amir is waiting for our word.
AQ Soldier 1: (in Arabic) It's this damn storm. Agh!
AQ Soldier 2: (in Arabic) Fuck!
Graves: Soap, cut right. Clear through.
Soap opens the door and enters through the rooms, attacking the two enemy soldiers inside.
AQ Soldier 2: (in Arabic) Kill him!
AQ Soldier 3: (in Arabic) I got you!
Soap kills the two enemy soldiers.
Soap: Room clear. Coming out.
Graves: Rog'.
Alejandro: Shadow-1, moving to the south-east stairwell.
Soap exits back outside and rejoins the teams. They encounter several Al Qatala soldiers running up the stairwell.
Shadow 2-1: Squirters! Right side!
The teams kill the stragglers.
Shadow 2-1: All clear.
Alejandro: Second deck secure.
Graves: Rog. All Shadows, move on the main deck.
Soap's team moves up the stairway.
Alejandro: Two above.
Alejandro kills the two soldiers.
Alejandro: Clear.
AQ Soldier 2: (in Arabic) What about the launch, then?
AQ Soldier 3: (in Arabic) We will use the flares if we have to.
The teams climb up the stairwell and encounter another Al Qatala soldier in the balcony above.
Graves: Balcony door. Up top.
The teams shoot the lone soldier and then split up with one team entering a door near the balcony and Soap's team heading off to the right.
AQ Soldier 2: (in Arabic) Help! I need backup!
Soap: Ghost, we're moving to the main deck. What's your status?
Ghost: Boarding the ship with Shadow 3 now.
Soap: Roger that.
Soap joins his team as they stack up next to a door leading into another room.
Alejandro: Making entry.
Alejandro opens the door. Shadow 3-1 enters the room only to be shot and killed.
Alejandro: Man down! Flash out!
Alejandro lobs a flashbang into the room, stunning the soldiers inside. Soap and the team enter the room and kill the men inside.
Alejandro: Pinches cabrónes know we're here.
Graves: We need to move fast. All Shadows, force out! I want eyes on that container now!
Shadow 2-1: 2 copies. Moving!
Graves: We gotta roll!
The teams move fast through the main deck and reach an area with helipad. The missile is nestled on a helipad and covered with a tarp. A flare shoots up into the sky from the shack.
Ghost: Shadow-1, Ghost, visual on flares coming from the rig. What's your status, over?
Soap: Ghost, they're signaling the ship, they're gonna launch that missile!
Graves: It's first stage! There's still time! All Shadows, all Shadows, missile is on the helipad! 2-1, were moving to secure. Cover us!
Shadow 2-1: 2 copies all!
The teams come under fire from the enemy defenders by the helipad.
Alejandro: Check high!
Graves: Forcing up!
Alejandro: I'll cover!
Soap and his team engage the Al-Qatala fighters.
Graves: Move to the helipad, Sergeant!
Alejandro: Shit!
The enemy soldiers attempt to flank Soap and his comrades.
Alejandro: ¡¿Qué carajo?! (What the fuck?!) They're pushing west!
Graves: Soap! Hit the stairs! Flank 'em!
(If Soap doesn't start moving...)
Graves: Soap, let's get up there and clear 'em out!
Soap moves up to the stairs, walks up to the upper level and eliminates the enemies inside.
Soap: Clear!
Graves: Get topside! Move!
Soap, Graves, and Alejandro move up the stairs to the helipad.
Graves: Actual, this is Shadow-1. Rig is secure. Moving on the container now.
Shepherd: Roger that. Confirm when the objective is neutralized.
The team reaches the cargo container up top.
Graves: Open it.
Soap opens up the cargo container doors, only to find the controls are not inside. Graves takes a peek inside.
Soap: Where are the controls?
Graves: [sighs] On that damn ship.
Graves exits the container as he, Soap, and Alejandro look out to the cargo ship nearby.
Graves: Actual, we got a problem, missile is armed - controls are somewhere on the ship.
Shepherd: You have your orders, son - Stop that launch...
Graves: Alejandro, take overwatch. Soap, you're with me. We're moving to that ship.
Alejandro: I'll keep you covered, hermano.
Graves: Hook up, Sergeant.
Soap hooks up to the rope and descends down to the boats with Graves following behind.
Ghost: All stations! Visual on the missile controls! I say again, missile controls are on the bridge.
Graves: Copy that!
Soap and Graves settle into the boat where one of Graves' men is at the steering wheel.
Graves: Let's go! Let's go! Let's move out!
The team sails at top speed toward the cargo ship.
Graves: Ghost, this is 0-1! Back in the water. Inbound to your position.
Ghost: Solid copy! We're taking effective fire! The LZ will be hot!
Graves: Roger that! Once we're on deck, we push to the bridge fast! We secure those controls. We stop this missile! Yeah?
Soap: How do we board?
Graves: Take the ramp! Hold tight, Sergeant!
The boat driver aims for the cargo ship ramp at top speed. The boat sails out of the water and leaps onto the ship, crashing onto the deck. Soap recovers himself quickly as he, Graves, and the other team members assault the ship.
Graves: Let's have ourselves a gunfight!
The team moves through the upper deck as Al Qatala soldiers appear and engage in a firefight. The ship sways back and forth, causing boxes and containers to shift sideways.
Ghost: AQ's moving in!
Graves: Missile controls are on the bridge! We have to stop the launch!
Ghost: Alejandro, maintain overwatch from the rig! We're forcing up!
Alejandro: Copy that.
Graves: Okay, let's move out!
Soap: Containers are the only cover we have!
Graves: Just don't get caught between 'em!
Ghost: Moving!
Graves: They're forcing up!
Ghost: We're listing!
Graves: I'm moving!
Soap: Watch the containers!
Graves: Forcing up! Check your corners!
Ghost: Moving up! Visual on the bridge! Top deck!
Soap and Ghost shoot the enemy soldiers.
Soap: X-ray, down!
Ghost: He's fucking done!
The team pushes through the upper deck while shooting the enemy soldiers. They see the bridge ahead of them
Graves: Entry on the third! We have to get to that door!
Alejandro: Shadow-1, the missile's prepped for launch! How far are you from the bridge?
Graves: This is 1, we're pushing towards the entry now!
Alejandro: Copy that!
Graves: On your right!
Ghost: Watch right!
Graves: Check right!
Ghost: They're flanking right!
Soap reloads a weapon.
Soap: Reloading!
Graves: Target down!; He's down!; Got that fucker!
Soap, Graves, and Ghost take their men close to the bridge, but the enemy soldiers seal the doors shut.
Ghost: They've closed off the bridge entry!
Graves: Secure the deck and we'll blow the door!
Eventually, the team eliminates all the Al Qatala soldiers on the deck.
Ghost: Clear.
Soap: Visual on bridge entry.
Graves: Soap, check that door. We'll cover.
Soap, Ghost, and Graves reach the bridge entry. Graves hands Soap an explosive charge.
Graves: Check it. Controls are internal.
Soap plants the explosive on the door and primes it for detonation. Graves readies the detonator.
Graves: Alright. Stand back-! This is Shadow-1. Going explosive on bridge entry. Three, two, one, execute!
Graves detonates the charge. The door locks explode.
Graves: All Shadows, move on the bridge!
Graves opens the door, allowing Ghost to enter.
Ghost: Go, go, go, go, go!
Soap, Ghost, and Graves enter through the door.
Ghost: Take point, Sergeant.; Move in, Sergeant.; Keep us moving, Sergeant. Next room.; Move up, Soap. Clear the next room.
Soap leads the team through the bridge corridor.
Graves: Take the hallway. I'll cover.
Soap moves down the hallway. The assault force encounters Al Qatala soldiers inside the kitchen and dining quarters where they eliminate them.
Graves: Secure!
Ghost: All clear!
Graves: Move.
Ghost: Bridge is two floors up, yeah?
Graves: Affirmative. Next hallway, Soap. Let's roll.
(If Soap doesn't immediately move...)
Graves: Holding for you, Soap. We gotta get to the bridge!; Soap, we're in the hallway behind the kitchen. Need you with us.
Soap, Ghost, and Graves exit the kitchen and move up to the second deck outside.
Graves: This is Shadow-1, moving to second deck.
The three soldiers encounter more Al Qatala fighters.
Graves: Contact! Soap, hit that hallway and flank 'em!
Soap enters the hallway and uses it to flank the enemy troops before gunning them down.
Soap: Last call.
Soap clears a bunk room of an enemy guard.
Soap: Room clear! Sleep tight.
Soap checks another bunk room.
Soap: Clear!; This room's clear!
Soap moves through the hallway.
Soap: Hallway clear!
Soap encounters more guards. One of them runs up the stairs to the bridge and lobs a grenade behind him.
Soap: Grenade!
Soap, Ghost, and Graves get clear of the grenade before it explodes.
Ghost: Cheeky bastards!
Graves: Hit the stairs! Victor-1, we're moving to the bridge now. Hold your fire, Alejandro.
Alejandro: Copy. You've got four AQ inside.
Graves: Rog'. Stand by...
Soap, Ghost, and Graves move up the stairs and enter the bridge where they kill the remaining Al Qatala fighters inside.
Ghost: All clear.
Graves: Let's get in there!
Graves moves to the missile controls on the bridge console.
Graves: Alright, eyes on the controls, tappin' in...
Graves takes out a computer tablet and uses it to hack into the controls.
Graves: C'mon, baby... C'mon, baby... C'mon, baby... Fuuuck. We can't disarm it.
Ghost: Why?
Graves: It's too late.
Soap: There's no abort code?
Graves: Yeah, well that window's closed on that, boys... Gold Eagle, Actual, this is Shadow-1 - Missile's in boost phase about to burn, how copy?
Shepherd: Solid, Shadow. If we can't disarm, then we detonate.
Graves: Roger that, Actual. Stand by... Soap, get on the controls -- We're gonna have to do this together. Now the clock is ticking. So we gotta move, brother. Alright? It's a two-man job, Soap. Tap in, Let's get this done. Yeah?
(If Soap doesn’t get on the missile controls:)
Ghost: Bloody Hell, Soap - get on the box!
Graves: No time to fuck around here, Sergeant - Get on the controls!
Ghost: Johnny — you’re wasting time, what the fuck?!
Graves: Sergeant, in 10 seconds this thing is bricked - key in, now!!
Shepherd: Shadow-1, Actual - what’s our status?
Graves: Waitin’ on the Sergeant to assist, Actual, 5 seconds left…
Shepherd: Sergeant, help the commander, now!
(If Soap still doesn’t get on the controls...)
Graves: Shit!! We’re locked out. It’s gonna go…!
(The missile starts launching from the rig.)
Graves: Holy goddamn hell…!
Ghost: Missile’s away!
Graves: Oh my God...
(The mission fails and the player restarts from the previous checkpoint.)
Soap moves next to Graves and opens up the missile control box. The screen displays the text, "U.S. MISSILE CONTROL SYSTEM".
Soap: I'm in.
Graves: Actual - We're on the con, what's the order?
Shepherd: Input the DAL code and let the payload strike.
Soap: What's a DAL code?
Graves: Detonate-After-Launch...
Shepherd: We're gonna take out the oil rig with the missile.
Soap: Alejandro's back there with the Shadows.
Ghost: All Stations-- Clear the rig now, I say again - Clear the rig!!
Alejandro: Roger - what's the count?
Graves: One minute.
Alejandro: Copy, on the move...!
Graves: Alright, Soap, get on the controls. We need it in 'diagnostic' mode so I can bypass the login. Soap, hit the 'Clear' and 'Mode' keys at the same time.
Soap pushes the "Mode" and "Clear" keys at once. The screen changes to display a series of code.
Soap: Done! Wait - what's happening?
Graves: A little techno-wizardry. Okay - Now, I need the last digit on Row TWO, Column ONE.
At this point, the player must choose the right digit in order to proceed. If he doesn't, the mission ends in failure. Soap chooses Letter 'C'.
Soap: It's 'C'. Charlie.
Graves: Perfecto.
The screen displays the missile's intended destination as New Orleans.
Soap: It's headed for New Orleans...
Graves: Not anymore.
The screen displays "PRESS EXE TO CONFIRM" and the target is listed as "ORIGIN".
Graves: Target updated. Hit EXECUTE and we're set.
Soap presses EXECUTE on the control console.
Graves: Let's enjoy our handiwork, Sergeant. Here we go...! All Stations - prepare for the BOOM!!
Soap, Ghost, and Graves watch as the missile launches from the oil rig.
Ghost: Missile away...
The missile launches upward for a moment before it swings back around and hits the oil rig, causing a massive explosion that brightens the area for a brief time.
Graves: Look at that big bad beautiful shit...!!
Soap: Steamin' bloody Jesus...
Graves: Alejandro, you okay?
Alejandro: Hijo de la chingada- (Holy mother of God-) that was fucking crazy, man!!
Soap: You safe?
Alejandro: Affirmative, you?
Soap: We're good here, hermano.
Graves: Gold Eagle Actual, Shadow-1. Good hit. Good hit. Missile and rig destroyed.
Shepherd: Copy that, Shadow-1. Good work. Get off that X and go home. Soap, Ghost - Thanks for a job well done.
Soap: Roger that, Actual.
Graves pats Soap's shoulder in congratulations, waiting for Soap to acknowledge him.
Ghost: We're RTB, men.
Soap and Graves exchange a handshake and smile before exiting the bridge. Soap lingers a moment longer and watches the oil rig burn before leaving as well.
Cut to black. End of Level.
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