For years, the West's hypocrisy has made the world a battlefield.

The corrupt talk, while our brothers and sons spill their own blood.

Remember, you're Russian.

But deceit cuts both ways.

Russian authorities claim the attack was orchestrated by an American CIA operative named Joseph Allen.

The bigger the lie, the more likely people will believe it.

And when a nation cries for vengeance, the lie spreads like a wildfire.

I'm looking at fighter jets around any climes.

The fire builds, devouring everything in its path.

This is a deliberate act of war against the United States.

Our enemies believe that they alone dictate the course of history.

And all it takes is the will of a single man.

Your world as you knew it is gone.

How far will you go to bring it back?

Shepard created a war, but only we knew the truth.

Nikolai, we've got to get Svoboda here.

Ah, I know a place.

Get him inside!

What the hell kind of name is Svoboda?

His safe house is up ahead.

Keep moving!

Right on the bloody way! Get a doctor!

Get a doctor!

Get a doctor!

Get a doctor!

Get a doctor!

Back up! Back up!

Keep pressure on that wound!

I'm trying!

Hang in there, my friend.

He needs help now!

We're losing him.

Charging. Three, two, one, clear!

This is Flight 211 on the line. We're hit! We're hit!

What's the SIT rep on New York?

The Russian jamming rigs have neutralized our air support.

As long as they maintain air dominance, it's a losing fight.

We cannot lose New York.

Are there any special mission units in the area we can request?

JSOC's got a Delta Force team at Bennett Field. Call sign Metal.

Overlord, Metal Zero-One is up on green sat.

This is Sandman. Understand, we are op-con to you. Over.

Glad to have you in our corner, Sandman.

The Russians are using electronic countermeasures to jam our comms and guidance systems.

The primary emission tower is on top of the stock exchange.

I need your team to destroy it.

The jammer's full spectrum, so until it's down, you'll have no radio contact.

I have Ground SS to get you close. Over.

Copy all. We'll get it done.

This is Lightning Three-One. Guidance systems are back online.

Standing by with a full payload of Jade Amps. Requesting clearance.

Lightning Three-One, you are cleared to engage.

Breaking the hard deck. DOT five seconds. Weapons away.

Verify initial strikes on the Predator feed.

Sir, appears all sites have been destroyed.

Verify initial strikes on the Predator feed.

Sir, appears all sites have been neutralized.

Good work, Sandman. We've regained air dominance over Manhattan and pushed the front line back to the river.

What's our next target?

The Russian command vessel is an Oscar Two submarine carrying enough cruise missiles to level the eastern seaboard.

We need to strike fast before they can launch a counterattack.

Roger. What's the mission?

Infiltrate the vessel, take over the bridge, then turn their weapons against their own fleet.

I need you to link up with the SEALs and get it done. Good luck.

Get up, boys. Where's our infill point?

Brooklyn Battery Tunnel.

I thought it collapsed.

It didn't.

All friendly call signs. We are no longer on the defensive. I repeat, consolidate and counterattack.

This is ODA Foxtrot. The Russians are disengaging. We got them on their heels.

Beyond the jagged edges of war, there were still Russians who rejected Makarov's lunacy.

Men willing to stand against the tide.

Price, we've got vital signs, but they're weak. Soap won't last without proper attention.

He's a hard bastard. Trust me, he'll make it.

We're picking up inbound signatures.

We've got company.

It's Makarov. He's tying up loose ends. Who's your best man?

Yuri. Ex-Spetsnaz. Only man I know who hates Makarov more than you.

Get him. They'll use the ridge line for cover and fly in from the south.

How do you know?

It's what I do.

They say truth is the first casualty of war.

But who defines what's true?

On board the plane are President Bolshevsky and his daughter Elena.

The Russian president is flying to Hamburg to negotiate a peace treaty with NATO delegates.

Truth is just a matter of perspective.

However, many Russians still blame America for the massacre at Zakhaev airport.

The duty of every soldier is to protect the innocent.

And sometimes that means preserving the lie of good and evil.

That war isn't just natural selection played out on a grand scale.

But for now, it looks like the world may finally know peace.

The only truth I've found is that the world we live in is a giant tinderbox.

All it takes is someone to light the match.

The Russian president never arrived in Hamburg for the peace summit.

With his whereabouts currently unknown, no one is certain what this means for the peace treaty.

Looks like Makarov just played his next hand.

If he puts himself back on the grid, he wants it to be known.

So where do we start hunting?

Africa. Makarov's been using local paramilitary group to move shipments into Sierra Leone.

From there, they go towards Morocco and into Spain.

He's moving north.

Right towards Her Majesty's doorstep.

What's the cargo?

I don't know, but it's important to him.

Then I want it.

We can use the river to get in close.

There's a factory in the camp where they store the shipments.

The PRF's been waging genocide in the highlands for months.

They'll be everywhere.

Makarov wouldn't let this travel lightly if it didn't serve a greater purpose.

And chances are the bastard will be there personally to see things off.

If he's back on the grid, then so are we.

This is Corsica Station. We've intercepted a encrypted message.

Idone. That's Indigo London now.

Tell the British intelligence that we have a problem.

The French just intercepted a message concerning a suspicious shipment headed for British soil.

Have we identified the vessel?

No, sir. The call came from a number on the watch list for Fregata Industries.

Wake up MI5 and notify them that we have an imminent threat.

Gentlemen, what do we know?

Nothing solid. Special branches sweeping up known persons of interest, but we advise tasking SAS to investigate Tier 1 threats.

Patch me through to Hereford.

Ma'am, I understand we have unknown hostiles expecting a package.

MI5 has identified several possible points of entry.

Be advised, the nature of the cargo is currently unknown.

Roger. My team is making ready. We'll be on plot within the hour.

Don't worry, ma'am. Whatever they're up to, we'll put a stop to it.

At 622 Greenwich Mean Time, chemical attacks were triggered across Europe.

I repeat, down the street is within a contamination radius. Over.

It's being called the worst terror event in history.

This is GIGN HQ. My men are dead or dying. I've been exposed.

This is Ramstein. We're under attack.

Roger. We are aware of the gas attack and are sending decon units your way.

Not the gas. We're under attack by Russian grenade launchers.

Say again, Ramstein. What Russian forces?

The entire Russian army. Request immediate assistance.

My witnesses are now reporting Russian tanks rolling down the Champs-Élysées.

This was no act of terrorism.

The attacks were intended to cripple our defenses and pave the way for an invasion.

We need to hit them now with everything we've got.

Sir, we've lost contact with the delegation in Hamburg.

Metal 01, this is Overlord Actual. You are being re-routed for Hamburg.

We've got a problem.

Metal 01, this is Overlord Actual. You are being re-routed for Hamburg.

We've got a principal-level hostage rescue.

Who is it?

The Vice President.

The Vice President.

O.C., we've got a caller with a lead on the chemical attack. Says he'll only speak to you.

Identify yourself.

Mac, this is John.

We've put a lot of names on the clock tower this week, lad.

It was Makarov, the bastard slipped from my fingers in Sierra Leone. What does MI6 know?

You're on everyone's shit list, John. There's no way I could get you clearance.

Don't give me that! You still owe me for Pripyat, and I'm calling it in.

Easy, son.

All right. We've traced the delivery freighter to an outfit in Bosaso, Somalia.

It's run by a nasty piece of work named Morabi.

My hands are full with the bleeding at home, so you're on your own.

Good hunting.

What should it look like?

A strictly second division. Local triggermen guard the compound.

We'll stick out like bollocks and a bulldog. Stealth's not an option.

Then we'll just have to kick in the front door. Tell Nikolai to ready his men.

Caller, please authenticate.

Access code Black Viking. Get me a secure line to Asset Metal Zero-One.

Bryce, thanks for the tip on Kingfish.

You should know Uncle Sam's got a kill-capture order on your head.