A/N: This story is going to tell the tale of a brother of one of my Original Characters. I will be altering the plot of MW2 a little bit, changing character deaths, etc. There are going to be refernces to two of my stories.
Corporal John Ramirez was a man that seeks adventure. He was waiting for this kind of event to happen in his life. He sat on a bus bench, feeling every bump that the bus drove over. He looked through the window on his right and saw the pine trees go by. It made him feel a little relaxed. He wasn't the only one in the bus; there was an African American that was seated two seats ahead of him; a black-haired Caucasian man that seated next to the African American; and a light brown-haired Caucasian man that was seated in the opposite column, next to Ramirez. They were all hand-picked by General Shepherd to join his special ops team, called Task Force 141. John ran his hand through his dark brown hair, then rested the side of his head against the window and closed his eyes, recapping on how this happened.
Five days ago…
John was pacing around his apartment, worried that he won't get his acceptance letter or if he will get rejected. There were two other men in his apartment. One was tall—taller than the two men—oldest of the men, light brown hair, dark brown eyes, and was in the U.S. Marine Corp. The other man was slightly taller than John, very young, black dyed hair, light brown eyes, and was in the U.S. Army Rangers. His brothers, Pvt. James Ramirez and Sgt. Louis Ramirez, were watching him, amused and annoyed at his worried state. All three were on a short leave.
"John…would you quit being all stressed out about this?" Louis asked, somewhat annoyed, "Shepherd said that the confirmation letter was sent out. It will come."
John looked over his shoulder and replied, "Shut up, Louis, this is the most important thing in my life. I want to know if I'm in or not."
James shook his head and said, "Leave him alone, Louis. He has the right to be worried, and look who's talking: you were equally worried when you were waiting for that Warp-Drive training confirmation letter."
A/N: The warp-drive mentioned above is a reference to my other story. If you read it, then you should get it.
Louis rubbed the back of his head, somewhat embarrassed. NASA and the U.S. Air Force were developing a spacecraft that would be able to jump to different galaxies. Louis volunteered for the test, and he recently got the order papers that allowed him to do the test flight. His training was supposed to start three months from now. He then looked at the front door and saw a letter slid under the door. "Hey John, you got a letter."
John ran towards the door and picked the envelope up. He hastily tore it open and pulled out a letter. On the top right corner was a stamp, a circle with a spade in the middle, a sword that goes through the middle of the spade, wings on both sides of the sword, a skull on top of the hilt, and two wreaths on either side of the sword, bordering the inside of the circle. John read its contents and cried out in joy.
"Oh hell yeah, I got accepted!" John cried out in joy.
Louis did a playful slap to John's back and congratulated him. "Good job, little bro! You're going to be one of the best of the best in the world, and you'll be fighting alongside many like that!"
"Hooah!" James grunted, "You're going to be in the elites, just like me!"
John looked at James and gave him a brisk nod. Even though James was the youngest child in the family, James was already in the Army Rangers. The family was proud of James's accomplishment.
Then the door opened and a woman ran in. She was a 2nd Lt. in the Army Nurse Corp. She had light brown/blonde hair and light brown eyes. She took a few breaths and asked, "Did I miss it?"
John looked behind him, and smiled that his sister was here to see him. "No you didn't, Kat. I got accepted into Task Force 141!"
Katrina Ramirez gave out a little shriek of joy, walked up and gave her younger brother a hug. "Oh, I'm so proud of you! You're going to do great things, John!" She then released her hug and stepped back a bit. "So, when are you going to leave?"
John looked at the letter and replied, "I have to fly to Britain in four days. Then I have to take the bus with other recruits to the base."
"Who's your commanding officer?" Louis asked.
"Um…I think it's…Captain MacTavish."
"Really? Wow…I was with him in Russia. The Marine Force Recon had a joint op with the SAS, which was hunting down Zakhaev. MacTavish and I were the only survivors of the attack team. I saw him kill Imran Zakhaev on the bridge, and the Loyalists gave us a lift out of there," Louis replied, "However…I don't know what happened to the Captain, Price."
"Is MacTavish…strict or a hardcore soldier?"
"Well if you're wondering if he'll be like the Drill Sergeant you had in Boot Camp…kind of. He takes orders very seriously, but he still cares about his troops."
John gave out a sigh of relief. "Well, at least I know that he won't send us all to our doom on purpose." They all laugh about his comment, then John then added, "Well, I need to pack up, care to help me?"
John opened his eyes and rested his back against the bench. Before that letter, he was just a Marine, just like Louis. Now, he's part of an elite Special Ops team.
It was too quiet; all John could hear was the wheels spinning and the engine accelerating. He looked towards his left and looked at the light brown-haired man. He too was bored. Maybe I should start a conversation?
John turned to his left and greeted the man, "Hey, my name's John Ramirez. You?"
The man turned to him and remained silent for a few moments, then replied, "I'm Gary Sanderson." He then extended out his hand. John took it and shook it. "I'm a Sergeant, you?"
"Corporal. So we're going to be in the same team?"
"Yeah…hey wait a minute; don't you have a brother named Louis?" Gary asked.
"Yes, sir; Sgt. Louis Ramirez is my brother."
"So he is going to do that test flight?"
"Yep…so when do you think we're going to get there?"
"We'll probably get there in half-an-hour. Hey, I heard that the new recruits come up with a nickname when they reach the base. I'm stumped, but do you have one?"
John gave it a thought for a moment, then he replied, "I don't know…maybe Savior."
"Why?"
"Well, I saved one of my high school classmates; I pushed her out of the way of a speeding car, and took the hit. I had a broken hip for 6 months, but everyone started calling me Savior for what I did."
Then the two soldiers that were sitting two rows in front turned around and looked like they wanted to join in.
The African American was the first one to speak. "Hey, I heard that your brother is the guy that's going to test out the new Warp-Drive." Then he rubbed the back of his head and continued, "Oh I'm sorry, where are my manners; my name is Ben and I'm a Corporal, but everybody in my neighborhood called me Meat."
Gary looked at him stunned, "Why Meat?"
"I ate a lot of meat when I lived with my family. My father was a butcher and he always brought home some steak for ever meal."
"Oh I get it," John admitted. He looked towards the other man and asked, "So what's your name?"
"Name's Alex and I am a Sergeant, just like your friend there. I knew Meat back when we were kids. We lived in the same neighborhood for years until I went to college. My nickname is Royce."
Gary raised an eyebrow. "Your nickname is Royce because of the Rolls-Royce car series?" Gary asked.
"Hell yeah," Alex admitted. "My father gave me one, best car of my life. So Gary, you got a nickname?"
"Not yet, but I'll probably come up with something when we get there."
They talked for the rest of the ride, getting to know each other better. Each person had their own unique story; John told of his 15 years of Martial Arts training, Gary told about the camping trips he would take his family to, Ben talked about his accomplishment in a hotdog eating contest, and Alex told about a street race he won in his Rolls-Royce…and the time he spent in jail for it.
Soon they reached the base. It was somewhat heavily defended; barb wired and concertino wired fences, heavily guarded checkpoints, guard towers, etc. It was separated from any sign of civilization. No sign of a skyscraper for miles. Once John stepped out of the bus, carrying his duffle bag, he took a deep breath of the air. It smelled crisp and clean. He loved it. When all four men were standing at attention, an officer stood in front of the checkpoint. He was just as tall as Gary, which was 6' 1''. He had light brown hair and had blue eyes. He wore an officer uniform with many medals and ribbons. On his chest was the silver-enameled bar of the 1st Lieutenant. He also wore a red beret. Then, two more troops appeared, probably to search through their bags for anything that's contraband.
"Welcome, glad to see you men made it," he introduced. He had a somewhat British accent and he sounded a rather lively man, since he accented on his words. "I'm going to start the roll call, confirm that everyone's here. Meanwhile, these troops will search through your bags for any unnecessary belongings." The troops commenced their search and the officer started roll call. "Sergeant Alex Wolfe?"
"Here, sir, just call me Royce." The troops found nothing conspicuous in his bag.
"Good, you're clean Royce. Corporal Benjamin Forest?"
"Here, sir, I'm called Meat." The troops didn't find anything either.
The Lt. stopped at Meat and cocked his head. "And why's that?"
Meat felt a bit nervous. "I-I ate meat in all of my meals when I was a kid, s-sir…" he stammered.
The Lt. gave out a small chuckle. "Relax, soldier, I'm actually kind of amused. I might tell the Captain about it, he might have a kick out of it." Meat's tension in his shoulders was gone and he felt a bit relaxed. "Okay…Sergeant Gary Sanderson?"
"Here, sir." His bag was clean.
The Lt. stopped in front of Gary and asked, "Don't have a nickname?"
Gary felt a bit embarrassed. "Um…not yet, sir."
"Don't worry; I'm sure you'll find something. Corporal John Ramirez?"
"Here, sir." His bag, too, was clean. "Just call me…Savior."
"Hmm...you saved someone's life in the past?" John nodded. "Really? I wonder if you'll live up to that name. Wait, aren't you the brother of that Warp-Drive test pilot?" John nodded again. "Well, tell him good luck in his training. Anyway, I'm your second in command. I'm Lt. Simon Riley, and if the Captain isn't in the area, you report to me, understand?"
"Sir, yes sir!" all four recruits barked at once.
"Today is a free day for you recruits. Dinner is at 1800 hours, which is in three hours. Till then, I want you to go the barracks and find your bunks. The barracks have two bathrooms each, but they're large and, since we're all men, I expect that you're comfortable about that. I also want you to get acquainted with the other soldiers."
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Tomorrow is when you start your training. You will be awakened at 0600 hours, training starts immediately after that, and breakfast is at 0900 till 1030. Training resumes after that. Dismissed!"
Together, they went to the barracks on the east side of the base. It was fairly large; it was able to shelter over 100 men. They saw other men training in the fields, and the gun range was filled with troops. John saw an array of weapons that were in the crates: M4 Carbines, SCAR-H assault rifles, Mp5k and UMP45 submachine guns, M9 pistols, and—his personal favorites—ACR assault rifles and M21 ERB sniper rifles. John couldn't wait to have his two favorite weapons back on his hands. The four managed to find bunks inside the barracks. They placed their belongings in their lockers and decided to take a tour around the base.
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