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Sitting beside her barrack window, Jesse 'Jigsaw' Hollins was having
a rather pleasant time watching two men run for their lives. Meat and
Worm had set up another of their daily pranks, this time landing on
her Captain.
Who was not in the least bit as pleased as she was.
She smiled happily as MacTavish trudged by, soaking wet from head to
toe, bucket in hand. Probably planning to chuck it at them.
"MEAT! WORM! GET OVER HERE YA MUPPETS!" He yelled in a heavy Scottish
accent.
"Beer?"
She looked to her left, seeing her Lieutenant handing her a whiskey.
She wondered to this day how Ghost managed to drink in front of the
others. Very few knew what he looked like under the skull balactava.
Jigsaw had tried many times to find out but was always side tracked.
Damn her attention span.
Eventually she just stopped trying and accepted the fact that he did
not want his face to be seen. That, and the fact that her attention
span was annoyingly short.
"Thanks." She replied, taking it and popping the cap.
Ghost looked out the window as Worm ran by, MacTavish hot on his heels.
Ghost smiled under his balactava.
"Lovely day isn't it?"
She smiled back, taking a sip of her drink.
"Beautiful."
She heard a couple of knocks on the barrack door. She turned towards
the door and put her hand on her hip.
"Don't come in, I'm naked."
Suddenly Meat burst through the door, looking around wildly. His eyes
connected to Jigsaws and his face turned unearthly red.
"I-I was just coming to check if you were a-alright." He said,
grinning sheepishly. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly,
looking down to the floor.
She cocked an eyebrow. "Yep, that's it."
Ghost snorted and rolled his eyes.
"What did ya want Meat?"
"Can I hide in here?" he asked pleadingly.
"No."
He dropped to his knees and clasped his hands together.
"Please? Come on Jiggy! Captain's gonna kill me if he finds me! It was
an accident! Archer was supposed to be walking through the door, not
him!"
She put her other hand on her cargo jeans, surprised that he called
her by her nickname. She was 'Lady' or 'Woman', but never Jigsaw, and
let alone the nickname that Chaos had given her. Jiggy.
"Looks like your intel was off. Archer's been at the firing range with
Toad for the past half an hour." She explained, smirking.
Meat looked to the ground, deep in thought. Suddenly he jumped up,
fuming, mouth agape.
"Roach! I'm gonna kill him!"
Ghost finally spoke up, turning around to them "No one is squashing
any bugs. Alright? Just calm down. In, out, in, out."
Jigsaw giggled while Meat took deep breathes, keeping in tune with
Ghosts orders.
"Feel better?"
Meat shrugged. "Ya."
"Good."
"Cool. Now I'm gonna kill him." Meat said, emphasizing 'kill' by
pounding his fist into his other hand.
"Kill who?"
Jigsaw and Ghosts grin grew wider, (if possible) sights turning to
someone behind Meat.
Meat's complection paled noticeably and he froze. Slowly turning around
to the barrack door, he looked up to his demise looming over him.
MacTavish stood there with his muscular arms crossed, blocking the
only exit. His glare itself was kicking Meats ass. Jigsaw
instinctively took a step back.
"Stall duty. Now."
Meat, who knew enough to keep his mouth shut, nodded his head.
"Yessir."
MacTavish turned to Ghost and Jigsaw.
"What are you looking at?"
Ghost almost burst out laughing.
"You should really look in a mirror Tavish." He explained, walking
past MacTavish and out the door.
MacTavish scratched the back if his head, feeling the water dripping
down.
"Bloody hell." He turned to Jigsaw who was still leaning against the
wall beside the window. Watching him with those eyes. Her beautiful
hazel eyes.
They locked up every emotion, it was so hard to read her. She was good
natured, yes. But he knew she could probably kick half the men here's
arses. She was, for lack of a better phrase, a bloody ninja.
He cared for his crew, and he was especially worried about Jigsaw and
Chaos. He was in no way sexist, but their frail forms shouldn't be
here, around battle hardened warriors.
MacTavish was so worried that the other men might try something,
especially Twig. MacTavish had urged the two women to stay here with
him, where he could protect them. But they had already been picked out
for the next mission. Picking up intel from one of the Russians' bases.
"You all packed lass? Two days, leavin early."
She nodded "All ready sir."
"You be careful."
She stood straight and gave him a small salute.
"Will do Cap'n."
He nodded and left, heading towards Shepherds barracks, more than
ready to bitch him out for picking the two young girls.
Jigsaw watched him leave. She smiled and got up, pushing against the
wall.
Being one of the only two females in the 141 sucked mega monkey ass. She didn't
want special treatment. She wanted to be treated like a normal person,
not a young lady. Her thoughts clouding her head, she turned and
headed towards the firing range.
Arriving, Jigsaw picked out her target. Jason 'Reaper' Kreigel was standing beside his
brother, Jake 'Jasper' Kreigel, firing shots from his ACR.
Jigsaw slowly sneaked up behind them, preparing herself.
He fired two, three, four clean shots from his rifle, hitting the
targets clean in the head. Reaper put his gun down on one of the
tables beside him and turned to his brother, smiling.
Jasper looked back at him, eyebrow cocked.
"What are you lookin so happy 'bout?"
"My awesome aim, that's what." Reaper replied, taking the target down
and replacing it with a new one.
"Yer aim ain't nothing compared to mine." Jasper said to his brother
playfully.
Reaper snorted, aiming down his sights on the target again.
"Whatever, I'd like to see you do better."
Suddenly something jumped on him from behind, sending his bullets
trailing off to hit another target. Rocket looked over at them and
shook his head, mumbling something.
Jasper shrugged at him, not knowing what was happening either.
Reaper mumbled something from under Jigsaw. She shifted her weight,
letting his head lift up.
"What was that?"
"I said you're sitting on me." the farm boy whispered, breathless.
She got off of him and held out a hand, laughing. He flipped on to his
back and grabbed her hand, dragging her down beside him. He jumped up,
looking down at her with a smirk on his tan face.
Jigsaw laid on the cement floor, seeing no reason to get up at the
moment.
Jasper shook his head. Jigsaw was pretty cool, she was kinda off
putting when you first meet her, but she was easy to warm up to, and
Jasper liked her. He and his brother had made it their duty to protect
her from Twig, Meat, Worm and all of the other freaktards here at the
141.
Especially Twig. Twig had taken a liking to the girls that no one
liked. He watched her too closely, almost as if he was studying her
for something.
Anyways.
Reaper smiled, watching Jigsaw sit there doing nothing in particular.
Reaper leaned over her, staring into her hazel eyes. "What cha doin?"
he asked, batting his eyes.
"Just sittin. What bout you?" she replied, a big smile on her lips.
"Looking at you."
"Lookin at you looking at me?"
"Yep."
"Kewl." she nodded.
Finally getting up, her eyes shifted to something behind the two
brothers.
"Oh, SHIT!" Jigsaw whispered, smile dropping. She turned ad headed
towards the back door to the range.
The southern brothers looked at each other, and then turned to see
what she had gotten so freaked out about. And rightfully so. Sheperd
was coming their way, and Jigsaw nor Chaos (especially Chaos) were
not supposed to be there 'distracting' the two young men.
They quickly grabbed their guns and aimed down their sights at the
targets, acting as if they'd been doing it all day.
General Sheperd walking into the range, looking around.
Jasper, Reaper and Rocket turned and saluted him.
"Sir." They said in unison.
Sheperd put his hands behind his back.
"Easy boys. Have you seen Archer today?"
They relaxed, slouching a little from their straight posture.
"Archer is at the medical bay sir, he and Sleek got into a fight."
"Thank you."
Watching Sheperd leave, Jasper felt a feeling of dread wash over him.
He never felt right around Sheperd, the General just seemed fake.
The brothers packed up their guns and headed down to the mess hall,
dropping their weapons off at their barracks.
Going in, they ducked a couple of potatoes and an apple, but made it
to their table unscathed and sat down beside Scarecrow, who was
currently throwing a muffin across the room at Cobra.
"Pretty big food fight, man!"
Scarecrow sat back down and handed them a couple of potatoes.
"Use them carefully, young grasshoppers." Scarecrow looked back up and
got hit in the face by flying food.
Reaper tossed one towards Roach.
"Special today."
Jasper ducked an oncoming potato.
"Baked potatoes." His brother finished.
Jasper felt one smack against his back. He wheeled around to see Chaos
tossing one up in the air threateningly.
Jasper smiled and tossed the potato to his other hand. "You wanna go?"
She smirked. "Hell ya."
They slowly circled each other menacingly. They raised their hands
just about to throw.
"Drop the potatoes!"
Everyone dropped whatever they were holding, all slowly turning
towards the source of the Scottish voice.
MacTavish and Ghost looked around the potato covered cafeteria,
evaluating the situation.
"A beautiful mess lads, now clean it up." He ordered, turning to leave.
"Ghost, watch them for me would you." The captain said, more of a
statement than an actual question.
His lieutenant nodded, brushing off a potato infested chair and
watching them all clean it up, smirking all the while.
"son of a bitch." Chaos whispered as she slumped into her bunk. Her
back hurt and her arms ached. She had crawled all the way to her
barracks, ignoring the strange looks given to her by her CO's.
She sprawled out over her bunk, thankful for the room. Her arm and
foot were dangling off the edge, but she couldn't care less, the only
thing on her mind was sleep.
Sleep, sleep, and maybe more sleep. And quite possibly, some more
sleep. And maybe a donut later on.
The only thing she would have to worry about is someone (MEAT -.-)
putting her hand in a glass of warm water.
And seeing how the last time he pulled a prank on her she got him back
twenty times better, she didn't think that was going to happen any
time soon.
Hopefully he is still picking bits and pieces of his boxers out of his
ass.
That was a damn good wedgie, thanks to the extra effort of Ghost and
Reaper. A wedgie her brother would have been proud of.
Chaos should have taken a picture of MacTavish's face when he heard
Meat say good morning to him from that basket ball hoop.
Camera, 85$.
Watching your Captains reaction when he sees his teammate hanging from
a basketball hoop by his boxers.
Priceless.
Jasper watched from his bunk as Meat crawled over to a sleeping Chaos,
warm water in hand.
Royce looked up from his gameboy and winced, figuring out what Meat
was about to do.
"Dude, yer gonna get yourself murdered. Or wedgie-afied." He warned in
his southern accent.
Meat gave him a look. "Come on dude! Remind me? I still have
nightmares about that."
"I thought you only had nightmares about clowns."
Meat glared at Jasper, shaking his head. "That is so not funny."
"It is from here." Jasper whispered, putting a hand over his mouth to
muffle the laughter.
Jasper and Royce counted down as Meat brought the glass closer to her
fingers.
Suddenly Chaos jerked her hand up, sending the water flying all over
Meat. She smiled at him happily, wide awake.
"Mornin."
Meat stared at her, and then switched his glare to Jasper. "You knew
that was gonna happen! What the fuck dude!"
Jasper and Royce were reduced to rolling masses of laughter on the
floor, while Meat plotted his revenge on them all.
Meat stomped the barrack floors with his military issued boots. "I'll
get you! I'll get you all!"
He ran out and down the hall, screaming. "You'll see! You'll all see!
Revenge is IMMINENT!"
They burst out laughing again and turned to Chaos.
Jasper wiped his eyes with the edge of the blanket. "You gonna get
him back for trying to get you back for trying to get him back for
trying to get you back?"
Royce redirected his attention to the two from the gameboy in his lap.
"Wait... What?"
Chaos looked out the window, deep in thought. "Oh ya. After I get Twig
back though. Yesterday he put my boot in a bucket of banana peppers."
Royce put his hands up. "Dudes, my attention spam only goes so far.
Who is doing what for getting who back?"
Jasper looked over Royce's shoulder at his gameboy. "Dude is that a
Pikachu?"
Royce jumped up and did a little jig. "FINALLY!"
Royce looked at the gameboy, tapping away at its little keys.
His happy little face quickly turned to horror.
"NO NO NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Chaos and Jasper rolled their eyes and left him sitting in the
barracks, screaming at the wall, wondering how he failed at catching a
Pikachu for the seventeenth time.
I hate failing at catching Pikachus...
Sneaky little basterdz.
This used to be on my sisters profile, but since the story wuz mine
anyway, I finally made a profile :)
This story is made up of alot of OCs. Me and Jigsaw's, I'll tell ya who
is who's at the end of the story ;)
Well there is the first chapter, next chapter will be actionafied hopefully. :D
Review, flame, whatever floats yer boat.