Characters in Red Storm Rising
- Colonel General Pavel Leonidovich Alekseyev, SA — first 2IC-Southwest and then Commander in Chief, Western Theater. Later made Deputy Minister of Defense and Chief of the General Staff of the Soviet Armed Forces.
- Commander Edward Morris, USN — Commanding officer, USS Pharris, later USS Reuben James
- Commander Daniel X. McCafferty, USN — Commanding officer, USS Chicago
- Sergeant First Class Terry Mackall, US Army — M1 Abrams tank commander, 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment on the German front. Receives a battlefield promotion to 2LT.
- Mikhail Eduardovich Sergetov — Candidate (nonvoting) Member of the Soviet Politburo and Energy Minister, later General Secretary of the Soviet Union.
- Lieutenant Commander Robert A. Toland, III., USNR — NSA analyst. Promoted to commander just prior to the outbreak of war.
- First Lieutenant Michael D. Edwards, USAF — Meteorological officer, Keflavík Air Base, American evader on Iceland. Leads intelligence gathering and guerrilla group in Iceland.
- Sergeant James Smith, USMC — Company Clerk, Keflavík Air Base, American evader on Iceland
- Private Garcia, USMC — Infantryman, Keflavík Air Base, American evader on Iceland
- Private Rodgers, USMC — Infantryman, Keflavík Air Base, American evader on Iceland
- Vigdis Agustdottir, Icelander — Civilian, Rescued by the American evaders on Iceland
- Captain Ivan Mikhailovich Sergetov, SA — Alekseyev's aide-de-camp and Sergetov's son. Promoted to major during the war.
- Major Amelia “Buns” Nakamura, USAF — An F-15C pilot who becomes the first American female ace pilot by shooting down three Tu-16 Badger bombers and, using ASM-135 anti-satellite missiles to destroy two Soviet ocean reconnaissance satellites.
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