FNGs
Soap weighed the gun up in his right hand. The bandages were not helping him, and he fumbled with it until it dropped to the floor with a crash. Gaz turned. "Oh, bloody hell Soap, can't you 'old a fuckin' gun anymore?" His spritely cockney accent was familiar. Captain Price's heavy boots echoed all the way through the killhouse. "Alright. Soap?" Soap turned. "Good to see you and still, a muppet like you passes selection." He nodded at the bandages. "I guess that Kamarov kept his promise that you were going to be alright." Soap looked down. He nodded. Soap picked up the gun. "Those G36cs aren't exactly well built." Gaz removed his W1200 from his back. "I like to keep this for close encounters. And these 'effin' FNGs…" Gaz remarked. "FNGs?" Soap asked. "Yeah. Fucking New Guys. We've got more meat for the mincer." Captain Price laughed. The killhouse delivery doors opened. How ironic, the new SAS team members were coming in through the delivery doors. Their silhouettes told a story all by themselves. Soap could tell some simple things from the silhouettes:
The one on the left was a tall male with a G36c.
The middle one was a woman, also a G36c.
The right hand man was all ghillied up, with an L96.
Their faces came into focus. The left hand male was chiselled with dark brown hair. The woman was shorter with red-brown hair and freckles. The right-hand man was short, but taller than the woman with mousey brown hair and a pale face. They wore pitch-black uniform, and their assault vests were bulging with ammunition and weaponry. "When do we start training?" The cheery voice of the female seemed… unfamiliar to Captain Price and Gaz. There hadn't been a female in the squad since Captain Price's enrolment into the SAS as a private. Understandably, Price was nervous.
"Listen up, Ford, I want you to know, just because you're a woman, you're no different.
You're gonna go through the same training, same schedule, same weapons, same time. No quarter."
Ford nodded in agreement with every word. Price turned to face the dark-haired man. "You." Price didn't mix words. There wasn't much time. The first objective was almost going to be sprung on the FNGs. They seemed prepared. Or was this all a clever façade to seem prepared and to seem like they were the right choice for this mission. "You take Ford with Gaz and Greene, and get into Bay C-16-B52. Get in, shut up." Gaz nodded. "What, no training?!" The dark-haired man sounded as if he was panicking. "Fine." He followed Gaz, and held Ford's wrist and dragged her along. She tore away her hand. "I can get there myself, thank you." She spoke with such spite in her voice. The dark-haired man raised an eyebrow in sarcasm. "Are you sure you can get there yourself?" Ford turned. "Just because we're FNGs, doesn't mean we have to act like the new little children, Blunt." Blunt looked at her like she had slapped him square across the face. "Get in Katie." Blunt playfully patted her backside, and after which, Gaz just stared at Blunt like he had just put up an anti-war picket. Katie peeked back out. "WE KNOW EACH OTHER." She sounded a little harassed and embarrassed. Soon, the helicopter was filled with the soldiers of 2nd Squad. Captain Price casually smoked a cigar on the way to their destination, which to the three new recruits was unknown.
The destination turned out to be Orsha, Belarus. There were Russian missiles being shipped in and out of a Belarusian factory deemed out of use and planned for demolition 20 years ago. The helicopter landed, sending dust into the air. Price jumped out, then Gaz, then the Sniper, Joseph, followed by Blunt who gently helped Ford out of the Helicopter. Greene jumped out on the other side of the helicopter.
Greene backed around the front of the helicopter, assessing the ruined buildings. Ford stared aimlessly at one apartment block. "Maybe, you know… we should assess in there first." Katie murmured quietly. "I could do with the vantage point." Joe remarked. Captain Price paused for a while, and then nodded. "Okay." The squad set off, and arrived in the building. The foyer was huge and grey, with nothing around. No furniture was set up, and a few flyers were strewn across the floor, some declaring the nuclear site closed, some for political parties. Joe was looking up the stairs, down the scope to see if anyone was there.
Joe slowly edged up the first stair, and was just about to step up to the second when Captain Price barged past him. Price took the cigar from his mouth and threw it up the stairs. Gunshots echoed through the building. Price dived down the stairs, pushing Joe down the steps. Ford yelped and sidestepped to avoid the two soldiers tumbling down the stairs, but got caught and fell with them. When they crashed against a wall with a dull thud, Joseph jumped up and ran, whilst crouched, to a low partition wall, which had been reduced to a few inches of rubble. Captain Price picked up his gun, whilst still slumped against the wall and fired blindly at the area he was originally at. Now there was a fire-fight. Ford rolled over. She looked down, shakily at her right leg, which felt sore. She saw a large knife stuck in, twisted, soaked in blood. "OH SHIT!" Price turned and saw it, cursing under his breath as he fumbled to see if his knife was still in its holster.
It wasn't.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!" Katie was panicking. The blood was spilling onto the floor. "WHAT DO I DO?!" Blunt rushed over to assess the situation. Joe was still firing off shots at random. Gaz pulled the pin from a grenade and threw the grenade up the stairs. "'Ave that you bastards…" Jake tapped the knife gingerly. Katie doubled up in pain.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?! THAT'S NOT HELPING!" Katie shouted loudly, swinging for Jake with such ferocity that she could have killed him. "Sorry! Sorry!" Jake put his left arm around her protectively, and his right arm at her knee joint and lifted her up. "First day with this lot, you get stabbed by your own Captain." A voice echoed out of the bullets and bombs. "BOLLOCKS! SHE STABBED HERSELF!"
Captain Price was determined to keep morale up, even if it was only his dry, sarcastic, rapier-sharp wit. Blunt ran over to where Joseph was taking cover. He laid Ford down carefully and looked up and down her body, running his hand gently up her hourglass figure. "Are you okay?" He asked with sympathy. "Not really, there's kind of a knife in my leg hun, so if you'd be a babe and patch me up, I'd be grateful." Ford smirked, sarcastically. "Hey, you can't be talking to me like that in a situation like this. Besides, just because we-" Blunt was cut off as a bullet whizzed past his right ear. He dived and landed next to Ford. "SO MUCH FOR THE STEALH, THIS HAS GONE TITS UP." Gaz shouted out through the G36c fire and AK bullets clashing with the concrete cover. Blunt looked at Ford's chest. "Oh, ha-ha." Ford laughed, sarcastically. Suddenly, the gunshots stopped…
A few shots were heard, and then footsteps down the stairs where the fire had come from, accompanied by the gleeful cheering of Greene: "Try that on for size, you dirty little Rushki bastards! Heheeee! Woo! Oh yeah!" Gaz lowered his G36c. "Nice Greene. Skanky tactic, but I like it." Gaz said, patting Greene on the back.
"Well done Greene, but we've got a problem." Captain Price turned to face Ford, and saw Blunt tending to her. "Get a room!" shouted Joseph, who laughed at his own comments. "We already did- URK!" Ford pulled Blunt down. "You shut up about that. JUST. TAKE. THE. KNIFE. OUT." Ford was punching Blunt in the breastbone with every word. Blunt's hand was quivering as he gripped the knife. He exhaled slowly, and then yanked it out.
The loud squelching sound of flesh and blood was accompanied by Ford's squeal of horror. "JAKE! IT HURTS SO MUCH, PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!" Tears choked her every word. Ford looked around. In front of her was Blunt, crouched over her, looking worried, holding a machete-like knife, with blood almost up to the hilt. Gaz was still on point, assessing the area. Greene was kicking the corpses. Price was watching her every move (if you could call them moves – more likes shudders). She couldn't really hear him, the pain was numbing her senses. Her eyesight was fading, she was blacking out. 'Hang on Katie, everything will be just fine.' She thought. Just fine. Ha. No it wasn't… she was… was… dying. As her sight faded into blackness, she heard Captain Price on the radio for immediate medical assistance. One thing was assured – This hadn't been the first day Ford had imagined…