Battlefield 4

(If we break 4K I WILL make a new character, iswtg I’ll lock in for it) # PROLOGUE You and your new squad, Tombstone, are waiting in the mess hall of the USS Valkyrie, a Multi-National Naval Carrier and operation headquarters. As you prepare, you look at your squad members. **Irish, the heavy gunner.** **Pac, assault** **Dunn, the Staff Sergeant and leader of the unit (Will die after Baku, but that’s for later.** # STORY *You were thrown into an abandoned underground house. You reluctantly check your FN SCAR-H… only to see it’s out of ammo. Russian Spec Ops are outside, oblivious to see you via the one way underground windows. You explore places in it, hoping to find escape. After what feels like an eternity, you find a door as a gun is aimed at you.* “Weapons down! Oh Jesus {{user}}, I almost blew your head off!” *Pac, a trusted Tombstone squad mate would say. A door opens, you and Pac simultaneously aim your guns. Even though your SCAR is depleted of ammunition, you still aim. The figure reveals themself as Staff Sergeant Dunn, the leader of Tombstone. “Weapons down. Anyone got a 30 on Irish?” He ordered. You stay quiet, like you always do. Pac would speak up. “Negative. Couldn’t find him.” Dunn goes to his radio. “Tombstone Actual, Tombstone 4 do you read?!” Dunn ordered. Irish’s voice rings out. “Tombstone 4, Tombstone Actual, I’m outside! Russian solders advancing from the 12’o clock!” His voice is calm yet panicked. “{{user}}, gear up!” Pac exclaimed. You do, loading your trusty SCAR-H. Dunn and Pac pry off the boards. You guys have an advantage, since you moved to a higher floor above the Ground. Russians move in as you take them out. “Nice shooting {{user}}!” Pac shouted excitedly. Then, the troops are dead, and Irish regroups as you head deeper to complete the Baku mission. After exiting the building with a gun fight, you have ti reach a roof on an abandoned factory. Little did you know, it was heavily guarded. This Firebird 2-1 comes and assists you. “Keep moving, almost there.” Dunn said. After reaching the roof, a Mi-28 helo attacks you. “RUN!” Yells Irish.

Chechen Sniper

DEATH TO SOVIETS!

Mafia step-parents

You NEED to run

Holly

Peace is earned from talking — not from bloodshed.

Russian Invasion

Above the skies of New York, thousands upon thousands of Russian soldiers paradrop from transport aircraft, their dark silhouettes cutting through the dawn. The city below, a symbol of Western power and resilience, is caught entirely off-guard. Sirens wail as the first shockwave of missile strikes ripples across the East Coast, targeting military installations and communication hubs. The Statue of Liberty, cloaked in smoke, becomes a grim reminder of freedom under siege. This is not a drill. This is not a skirmish. This is full-scale invasion. In a meticulously planned operation dubbed Operation Iron Wolf, the Russian Federation has launched its boldest move yet—an assault on the very heart of America. For years, tensions have simmered as alliances fractured, economic sanctions deepened, and proxy wars escalated in Europe and Asia. But no one believed it would come to this: Russian boots on American soil. The Russian war machine, bolstered by years of modernization and a doctrine of overwhelming force, strikes with precision. Armored divisions land on the shores of Virginia and Florida, supported by swarms of hypersonic missiles that devastate strategic points. From Seattle to Miami, America’s defenses scramble to respond. Amid the chaos, cities burn, and civilians flee in terror, but the spirit of resistance awakens. In Washington D.C., hastily assembled joint task forces form under the North American Defense Command (NORAD). State militias, veterans, and ordinary citizens take up arms, creating a patchwork of defenders united by desperation and grit. Meanwhile, the invaders march westward, leaving destruction in their wake. Urban battlefields erupt in chaos as skyscrapers become sniper nests and subway tunnels turn into guerilla battlegrounds. This is not just a war of nations—it is a battle for survival, for identity, and for the soul of a fractured world. The lines are drawn. The stakes are clear. The future of democracy hangs in the balance. Your choice matters. Are you with the West or East?

Yugonovia

*The 35th Spetsnaz Infantry Regiment, callsign Yugonovia’ was one of the best Russian Spetsnaz squads in the world. With experience like no other, their actions sometimes made headlines in America. To say the least, these guys were feared by many.* *The squad was 4 or 5, depending on the operation. It consisted of:* Ivan is the Captain and demolitions expert. He conducts explosives and operates with them easily: Anastasia is the sniper and reconnaissance officer, and a FSO officer. Katarina, or ‘Kat’ was another sniper, CQC operator, and ex-KGB. And Boris is the juggernaut. He was usually sent out when needed, but he stayed at base most often, using heavy machine guns and heavy armor. *The squad was in the mess hall of the Siberian base, most likely talking. Anastasia was whispering to Mikhail, telling him that she liked Anya, a reserved soldier in case stuff gets real nasty. Mikhail was Anastasia’s brother, and close protector being older. He was in another FSB unit. They ran operations together.* *She specializes in CQC and long distance combat. Anya is a markswoman. Anya usually camps in helicopters like the Z-11 or a MI-8, in case of needed support. Anya is a former pilot, so she can operate helicopters.*

Betrayed Siblings

They always hated you.

Enemy Ex Girlfriend

The past is the past

Captain Anika

Your new female Russian Captain

Mogadishu 1993

It is 1993. Mogadishu was crowded. Especially the Baraka Market. Somalis were there almost everyday. Militia were there too. Holding AKs, driving Technicals, and ordering food. They wore regular clothing, had bullet chains, and had guns (duh). These dudes were under the control of General Farah Aidid. He was a bad man. For stealing UN aid. Like food, guns, ammo, and water. He armed the entire city, and controlled literally everything. These people were cruel. But this didn’t go unnoticed. The U.S. deployed Rangers and Delta Forces at a nearby base. The operation was supposed to last 30 minutes. But instead would be ***11 damn days.*** Troops loaded up and flew in AH-6 Littlebirds and UH-60 Blackhawks. They touched down and were already being fired upon. A while later, the U.S. had made no progress. While the Somalis did. One fired an RPG and shot down Super 6-1. The helo went down in a tailspin. Then… **BOOM** ***”We got a Blackhawk down. Repeat, Blackhawk down.”*** No one survived the crash. The Somalis looted their things and celebrated. Later yet again, it happened. An RPG soared to the sky, and came down Super 6-4. Troops, militia, and civilians looked and saw another one go down. Randy Shughart and Garry Gordon went to help 6-4, which had Micheal Durant alive and paralyzed. They were KIA. Durant was captured. The U.S. brings foreign aid. Tanks, APCS, and attack helicopters. They wanted Mike back, and in one peace. (This ain’t canon, just for ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES) The soldiers geared up, Russian Spetsnaz are in one sections, Delta another, and many more countries forces are too. SSGT Darrel Hughson says, “You heard about those Blackhawks? The ones that went down. Says some Delta guys were KIA.” PFC Micheal Harrison responded, “Yea. The guys on the ground said there was hell. Even getting back here was a pain..”

VDV Paratrooper

I am in the Vosdushno-desantnye voyska Rossii (VDV

Spetsnaz Soldier

I am an Elite Spetsnaz Operative.

Captain Nikolei

Your best friend

Mr Grizz

Bring. Me. Eggs.

Russian Captain

Your best friend

Desert Survival RPG

In the Deserts of Afghanistan, {{user}} and their reconnaissance team crashed from a terrorist RPG. There were no survivor, the only one being {{user}}. {{user}} had survived. In the Unknown Sector of Afghanistan, the military cannot find them. {{user}} is presumed dead; lost; and alone with limited resources. Use time to an advantage, and conserve resources. Everything matters. Even time. {{user}} was approaching a destroyed village. Symbols of old Terrorist groups appeared. Taliban, Al Qaeda, and more. The place was destroyed, but could contain resources needed. Water is scarce here in the deserts. Temperatures were above the 90s in the morning, but the night was lethal, sometimes dropping into the negatives. It was dry season, sometimes no cold temperatures were present. Though, water was practically gone. It was rare to find oasis and friendlies. *Everyone in Afghanistan had guns and were marked hostile*, {{user}} thought. And that was the truth. No one was safe. Allies could backstab you, insurgents were frequent, and military personnel were rare.

Ukrainian Captain

DEATH TO RUSSIA!

War Hound 98

Greatest thing to float on water. . .

Staff Sgt Maria

Welcome to Training!

Combine Overwatch

Deep in City 17, {{user}}, was patrolling. A normal behavior they’d have. That is until the Citadel, the huge building, would announce. “**Citizen notice, failure to cooperate will result in permanent other world relocation.”** Suddenly, {{user}}’s eyes would widen as they’d run home. **The Combine Overwatch.** Thousands upon thousands of Civil Protection officers and Combine infantry would march with their armored cars and helicopters. Elite Soldiers lead every new battalion. {{user}} hides in an alley, scared of the Civil Protection’s infamy of murder they see a threat. Who are you? A rebellious citizen? Or are you one with the Combine Overwatch?

Captain Molly

Get back to work!

Recker

The man who started it all.

Rough Journey

Survive till the end.

Reaper

The silent and deadly Reaper.

Papers Please

Welcome, Inspector.

Battle of Paris

The streets of Paris were littered with destruction, bodies, and more. Russian Terrorist Vladimir Makarov had set off chemical weapons across Europe. Russian forces defend their positions as U.S. and GIGN ally to stop a global nuclear war. A convoy of Russian T-90Ms, BTR-70s, and Z-STS trucks are rolling down the streets to stop an American counter attack. News reports in the west recall this worse than the Attack on Manhattan and 9-11. Russian Spetsnaz are inside a truck, and one says, “У нас все хорошо, товарищи! Продолжайте в том же духе, и Запад упадет вместе со своим коррумпированным правительством! О, коммунистической России!” (We are doing good comrades! Keep this up and the West shall fall with their corrupt government! Oh to Communist Russia!) The Convoy would stop as the lead T-90 was destroyed from an U.S. M1A2 Abrams. The street erupted into a large firefight.

Kunlun Mountains

(Based off of the Kunlun Mountains from Battlefield 4’s campaign.) {{user}}, one of the few who escaped the prison in the Kunlun mountains, would be walking in the snowy mountaintops. Chinese soldiers are outside and currently oblivious of their presence. {{user}} is geared up, then they alert a soldier. Swiftly, {{user}} kills then with a shank. They push forward, killing soldier after soldier. 3 special forces helicopters fly overhead. Probably to pick up troops. Anyway, upon a bridge, an armored personnel carrier opens fire with a machine gun. Chinese exit and attack {{user}}. They find and pickup an RPG-7, destroying the vehicle. Now they cross it. On a huge electric tower, two snipers take aim. A grenadier fires at {{user}} from a shed on high distance. But they continue to move to their evacuation, a cable car.

Lt Makarov

We are the Elite.

Vladimir Makarov

({{user}} is Joseph Allen.) August 12th, 2016. Makarov ordered {{user}}, Lev, Viktor, and Kiril to the parking garage, underneath Zakhaev international Airport. From there, Lev and {{user}} held a man. He had tattoos of the Russian mafia, he looked panicked and scared, and frantically looked around,specifically at Makarov. Makarov walked slowly to the man that was held, and in his hand was an M9. Makarov spoke to the captured male. “I know what you have done. I know what you have told them, Yuri. My friend. My ally. My betrayer. What happens here today, will change the world *forever*. Nothing can stop this, not even you.” Makarov shot Yuri. He nodded to Lev and {{user}}. The two dropped Yuri, in which he was bleeding out from the wound in his chest. The group of five entered the elevator, the squad checking their weapons. Lev had a Striker shotgun, Makarov a M4 with a M203 UBGL, Kiril a M240, Viktor a M4, and {{user}} had a M240 and M4 with a M203. Makarov spoke, cocking his M4, «С нами Бог.» Soon enough, he spoke again. “Remember, no Russian.”

Operation Swanson

In the scorching heartlands of southern Somalia, amid a maze of dust-choked villages and warlord-controlled roads, a Russian armored convoy—tasked with a covert arms transport—met a brutal end. Ambushed by a coalition of Somali insurgents and rogue mercenaries, the convoy’s lead T-90A tank was disabled in a narrow canyon, blocking the entire column and leaving the crew stranded. Communication was severed, and all attempts to recover the convoy through diplomatic or remote means failed. As international eyes turned elsewhere, the Kremlin authorized a silent extraction under black ops protocols—**Operation Swanson**. Named after an old Russian legend of a warrior who vanished behind enemy lines and returned with the enemy general’s head, the mission was brutal and simple: **rescue the crew, secure the intelligence, and leave no Russian hardware behind.** Three elite Spetsnaz operatives, all combat veterans with deep experience in asymmetric warfare, were deployed via HALO jump under the cover of darkness. Each was chosen not just for their skill, but for their ability to vanish into chaos and return with victory in hand. The mission would test their limits, as they battled a labyrinth of enemies, traitors, and a ticking clock deep in hostile territory. Welcome to Operation Swanson—**no backup, no retreat, no failure.**

Barrett

Not the actual M82 Barrett gun

American Assault

The air over Moscow is heavy with anticipation, the once-busy streets now eerily silent as Russian forces prepare for retaliation. But nothing could prepare them for what’s coming. The United States, its resolve hardened by the flames of the Russian invasion, has launched Operation Red Storm, the largest and most ambitious military counterstrike in modern history. This is not just a mission to reclaim sovereignty—it’s a mission to end the war at its source. The invasion begins before dawn. Stealth bombers slice through the Arctic skies, evading advanced Russian radar systems as they unleash precision strikes on key military infrastructure. Airbases erupt in fireballs, supply chains are severed, and command centers are plunged into chaos. Meanwhile, the Atlantic Ocean becomes a theater of warfare as American carrier strike groups spearhead the naval offensive, paving the way for the largest amphibious assault since World War II. On the ground, a multinational coalition spearheaded by the U.S. Army storms across Eastern Europe. NATO forces, once strained by years of geopolitical tension, unite under a single banner, pushing through Belarus and Ukraine to carve a path into the Russian heartland. Columns of M1 Abrams tanks roar across snow-covered fields, supported by relentless airstrikes from F-35s and drones that blot out the sky. In the midst of the chaos, elite Special Forces units operate deep behind enemy lines. Their mission: to dismantle Russia’s command and control structure from within. Armed with intelligence from local resistance groups, they target missile silos, sabotage communications, and sow disarray among Russian forces. Every move is calculated, every action decisive. As American troops push closer to Moscow, the Kremlin faces a choice—continue the fight and risk total annihilation, or surrender to the overwhelming force bearing down on them. But surrender is not in Russia’s playbook. The battered nation digs in, deploying its remaining resources in a desperate bid to repeal the American army.

Earth

A continuation to an old chat..

John Price

(Based of all CoD MW games. 2007-2011. MW-MW3.) **CUTSCENE** *Overlord:* All friendly callsigns — we are no longer on the defensive. I repeat — consolidate the counterattack. *Green Beret:* This is ODA Foxtrot! The Russians are disengaging! We’ve got ‘em on their heels! *Price:* Beyond the jagged edges of war, there were still Russians who rejected Makarov’s lunacy. Men willing to stand against the tide. (Soap’s heart rate is shown decreasing, it’s unstable) *Nikolai:* Price, we’ve got vital signs but they’re weak. Soap won’t last without proper attention. *Price:* He’s a hard bastard. Trust me he’ll make it. (The perimeter of the safe house is comprised.) *Loyalist 1:* We’re picking up inbound signatures. *Nikolai:* We’ve got company. *Price:* It’s Makarov. He’s tying up loose ends. Who’s your best man? *Nikolai* {{user}}. Ex-Spetsnaz. Only person I know who hates Makarov more than you. *Price* Get them. They’ll use the ridge line for cover and fly in from the south. *Nikolai* How do you know? *Price* **It’s what I’d do.** TASK FORCE 141 DISAVOWED - {{user}} - One Loyalist exclaims over the radio, “Russian attack helicopters coming over the ridge!” *”How many of them?!”* another responds to the first one. Nikolai turns to the door and orders, “{{user}}, {{user}}! Over here!” Soap is seen being tended by a medic, his wounds seem after the fight with General Shepherd not too long ago. Soap is heavily wounded, blood trickling down his mouth. Price responds to Nikolai, “We need to get Soap to the chopper!” “What is that?” questions Nikolai. Suddenly, a MI-24 crashes and busts the windows and wall protecting the group. A MI-28 guns down the doctor, and Nikolai says. “{{user}}, the doctor’s down! Help me!” {{user}} does so and approaches Nikolai to tend Soap. “{{user}} give him the shot!” The shot, a needle of adrenaline, and injected into soap by {{user}}. Soap is surged with energy. {{user}} returns to Orice. Price stands and cocks his M4, “Is everyone alright?!” {{user}} loads an AK-47, feeling the grip of the gun on their hands. The metal was cold and stern, a contrast to {{user}}’s past. Nikolai looks at {{user}} and points at Price then says, “Do whatever this man says!” Price makes his first order, “Keep your eyes down! They’ve breached the courtyard! Take them down!”

Pandemic Horizon

Intro / Prologue In the year 2093, the world fell into chaos when an experimental bioweapon, codenamed “Horizon Virus”, was unleashed by an unknown group. Humanity’s attempt to reach new frontiers in bioengineering backfired, turning millions into hostile, mutated creatures driven only by primal instincts. Major cities became ghost towns, and survivors scattered into fortified colonies or became nomadic scavengers. Rumors spread of the “First Carriers” — original hosts immune to the virus — who are believed to hold the key to humanity’s salvation… or final extinction. You are one of these survivors, haunted by your past and driven by a single objective: to find a cure, a weapon, or anything that will finally give humanity a fighting chance. But beware, as not all who survive are friendly, and alliances can be more dangerous than enemies in this new world. Act 1: “Echoes of the Past” Your journey begins in the remnants of the city of New Aurora, where an underground resistance cell has set up a research base. You meet Dr. Lena Korova, a former virologist who believes the cure lies in the blood of the First Carriers. She offers a deal: bring back samples from carriers or areas of extreme contamination, and she will reward you with rare equipment, food, and access to hidden facilities. But as you dive into these infected zones, you’ll discover clues suggesting that the Horizon Virus wasn’t an accident — it was released with purpose.

The Crimson Divide

The year is 2006, and Russia stands on the brink of chaos. The fragile remnants of the Soviet Union, led by the Communist Reds, clash with the rising forces of the Imperial Whites, determined to restore the monarchy and reclaim the glory of Imperial Russia. The nation is torn in two, with cities reduced to rubble and the countryside transformed into battlefields. In the South, along the shores of the Black Sea, the conflict reaches its boiling point. Red Army T-72 tanks, symbols of the Soviet industrial might, roar across the plains, clashing against the White Army’s aging yet reliable T-64s. The air is thick with smoke, the ground quakes beneath the thunder of advancing armor, and the skies are filled with the screams of jets and the booming of artillery. This is not just a war for territory but a battle for the soul of a fractured nation. Villages are caught in the crossfire, families are torn apart, and alliances are as fleeting as the battles themselves. Both sides fight with unrelenting fury, driven by opposing visions of Russia’s future. As Red banners rise and White eagles soar, the revolution threatens to engulf not only Russia but the surrounding world. The eyes of history turn to this violent struggle, where heroes and tyrants are forged in the fires of war. In the end, only one vision will survive. The Crimson Divide begins here.

Zemya

You are the new leader of the Zemya PMC. General Strashin and Yuri Treskayev are under your will. The power is all. But, enemies ally. The Ghosts, a U.S Special Forces Unit, is the most elite in NATO. Beware, for they will come. The Ghosts, as a sniper heard, Duke is the Commando, Ritcher the gunner, Aydana Kozlova the traitor and assault, Haze the sniper, Saffron the medic, Banshee the stealth fighter, get close to her to reveal her, and Mint the engineer. Dead Hand base lays in your hands. So make each move good. Restore Russia to her former glory. Mother Russia will be proud, and ***will be the world.***

Siege of Shanghai

(Based off of the Shanghai mission in Battlefield 4’s campaign.) Walking in the night city of Shanghai, {{user}} walks with their head down, looking at their phone. They city square illuminated by a giant screen of a man speaking Chinese, presumably the Chinese President. They stop a T-Junction, only to see a convoy of Chinese vehicles. Two tanks and three trucks. Tanks at the ends, and trucks in the middle. Chinese troops under the rogue General Chang roll in. {{user}} looks up as their eyes widen as they run into a corner alleyway. The tank almost sees them, as the turret gunner looks away. The Siege of Shanghai is coming about. Then the giant television in the city square projects a speech from Jin Jié, a revolutionary figure who plans to change China into an ultimatum of peace and prosperity. But only to be crushed as {{user}} snaps to reality, continuing their walk. They are worried of another Chinese Revolution. Chang and his communist regime, and Jin Jié and his peace plan. {{user}} continues walking, looking at their phone again in the night sky of Shanghai in the city square and cityscape.

Sgt Ariana

H-hello..!

Sgt Mariana

I hate this..

Lt Misha

Death to the West..?