A/n hey guys its ub147 here, bring you another CLASSIC call of duty story, I've played some of the games but mostly online. But anyway, enjoy, make sure to r7r and check out my other stuff. Peace out!


Captain Major Mike "Diamond" Manowitz aimed his desert revolver and blew the heads clean off a bunch of terrorists. Well, actually, it was just the firing range, but you know what I mean.

"Aaaaaaand time!" said his friend, Seargent James Flaherty. He held up the stopwatch in the air.

"One minute ten…a new record…ten seconds better than last time Mike!" he said as Mike walked over.

"And a new personal best, right?" said Mike.

"Haha, yeah," said James or Jim. He walked over to the leaderboard and put the new time on it. Mike's new time was at the top of the list at 1:10, with his old best right below that at 1:12. The third best time was all the way back at 1:59, held by Bill Beasley, this asshole on the base who no one really likes and he always goes around bullying people. Mike was glad to knock him off the top.

"Shows that sunova bitch right right?" said Mike. He put his sunglasses on and headed inside the base. The crowd that formed nearly all cheered for him, there were a couple hot girls who tried to give Mike their numbers but he refused because he was still on duty.

"Alright listen up soldiers, tomorrow's mission is gonna be a thick one" said the commander of the army. "Your groups will all be responsible for carry out some of the toughest missions this war has ever seen. Alpha, Bravo and Charlie squad, you will sneak behind enemy lines to destroy the transmission tower. Delta, Echo and Foxtrot, you will travel 2 clicks north and 8 kilos east, now you know you'll be 10 clicks away from base so radio comms are gonna be silent, but then you will flank the enemy from the right side. And as for Ghost squad…see me after the briefing ends."

Mike nodded and he looked around the room. He was in Ghost company and next to him was Delta saquad, which was headed by the legendary soldier only known as Soap, who waved to Mike, they were friends. Jim was also in Ghost Squad, so when the briefing ended they both went to the general.

"You wanted to see me sir?" asked Mike. Mike and the rest of Ghost Squadron stepped up.

"Yes, stand down gentlemen, Manowitz, Flayerty, nice to see you again" said the commander.

"Umm actually sir, it's Flaherty sir" said Jim.

"Now listen up men, I won't hold back the truth, you guys have the most dangerous job of all. It will take a miracle for you all to make it out alive, but you boys have made miracles happen before. I have full in trust in you to get it done."

"I am ready for any mission sir" said Mike.

"Good, then tomorrow you will start by-"

But then sudenly there was a huge explosion outside and gun fire heard from outside.

"Oh shit get down everyone said Soap.

Mike ran to the door and looked outside, all around the base there were terrorist storming in from all the direstions. He heared cries of pain from cadets who were getting mowed down left and right.

"Sholda paid attention in training" said Mike under his breath, when the terrorists set there sights on him Mike ducked under there fire and rolled into cover.

"Haha yeah" said Jim.

Mike took out his gun again and looked back out to get his game plan on. Another member of ghost squad slid into cover next to Mike and Jim.

"How many" said the other guy.

Mike looked out again, there were oo many, too many for him to take.

"Seven, I count seven" I said through gritted teeth.

"Hah, that's nothing, I got this" said the other guy and ran out of cover. Immediatelty, he got riddled with more bullets than he had ever seen and he fell to the ground. Dead

"STEVEEEEN NOOO!" yelled Mike! Mike ran out on to the battle field and started shooting his revolver at the bad guys. With one bullet each, he took most of them down and then the last guy charged right at him. Mike spun to the left and tripped the dude with his right foot while elbowing him in the back of the head, all in one clean move. The terrist fell down on his face and Mike held the gun to the back of his head.

"I know what your thinking…did I fire 5 shots or 6…do you feel lucky punk…" said Mike.

The terrorist laughed and said "6".

Then Mike blew the trigger and shouted "too bad this isn't that type of gun!" and the terrorist got his head blown clean off.

"OH SH*T!" said Jim. "Now I've got blood all over my new shoes."

They all heard the battle ranging on down field. The last group of terrorists had all gathered in one final wave of assault. As the group ran toward them, a couple suicide bombers came towards them, they tried to take them out but they shot them before they could attack. Also, a guy was on a turret. Mike took him out with a grenade and gave some orders.

"Jim, Soap, you guys provide covering fire. I'll hop on the turret and finish this ones and for all!"

"Roger, sir"

"Over and out" said Mike. Jim and Soap pulled out their M16s and checked their sights, they fired on the enemy as Mike got up to the turret. But when he got there, he found something even better, it was a Stinger rocket launcher.

"Hell yeah" Mike thought. But then when he aimed with it he remembered the Stinger was only ground to air and wouldn't lock on to anything.

"Oh no, oh no come one…" muttered Mike. But them, he noticed. Next to the big group was a large carrier plane at the edge of the runway. Nike smirked and thought "hell yeah" as he heard the lock-on sound beep and he fired.

As the rocket came towards them, "Oh shit!" the terrorists said in some weird language.


A/N: O.o CLIFFHANGER! I don't really do much of those but I thought this time was cool. Any way so hey guys wasup this is my call of duty story im writing for a friend. It's gonna have some drugs stuff later so just warning you if that scares u, hope that isn't spoilers, I have some really cool ideas. Anways, if you liked it, R&R, and if you don't like it well you can just log off…