AN: It's done, or the first chapter that is. I've rewritten this and I'm very glad I did. I had horrible humor, horrible format, and my OC was perceived as a walking sex toy as one of my reviewers put it. I have to thank him because I'm pretty sure if he hadn't pointed it out, my story would seriously suck. Most female COD characters in stories are perceived as that and I did not want that. My story used to have corny jokes and stupid humor that I'm really happy I got rid of; it just didn't have that "141" feel to it. So, THANK YOU Verity A for reviewing and giving me the criticism I really needed. Hopefully, this story is better; I gave it a much more serious tone while still implementing my humor which probably still sucks, but you'll just have to deal with it. Anyways, if you are wondering how to pronounce Kyrie it's Kir (rhymes with spear) and then just say the letter E. Kyrie. Hopefully this is better and it will make more people happy because when I first put it up my first three reviews were within the first thirty minutes of putting it up and in a nutshell they said it sucked. But, Verity A was nicer than the others so I have to thank him for that too. By the way, I'm 13, so yeah, the writing won't be as good. Enjoy! (hopefully)

Chapter 1

Who is the new FNG

The Task Force 141 is a multinationals, secret, military organization. Emphasis on the secret. Without the 141 the world would be but a burning chasm filled with nothing more than gun powder, bullets, and despair. The 141 was the glue that held all the nations together; if there was a problem, the 141 would know about it before the people causing the problem even started to act up.

The 141 is elite, united, lethal, dangerous, endurable, and more importantly, bad-ass organization. To be part of the task force, you have to give up family, friends, and education. Oh and edible food. You give your life. Not only must the life itself be given, you must also give your social life. You won't be able to contact your loved ones…at all.

A gerbil could jump through a burning ring, kill over 100 tangos, feed a baby, do 75 back-flips, ride a motorcycle, defuse 10 bombs in less than 30 seconds, and do a Olympics gymnastics routine and still not make it into the 141.

So far, there was the General Shepard; he commanded the 141. Then, there was Captain John Mactavish; apparently he is a war hero, or so the rumor has it. Next in the power chain was Lieutenant Simon Riley, or as he is called by his call sign fairly often, he decided to just have everyone call him by it. The call sign Ghost goes perfectly with his mask and, also apparent, dark past. Then came the new FNG, Sergeant Gary "Roach" Sanderson. Other men such as Worm, Archer, Meat, Toad, Scarecrow, Ozone, Chemo, and Royce are also in the Task Force and follow the elite group.

Right now though, they were all sitting around the meeting room in a malformed circle like schoolchildren during story-time.

"I'm seriously wondering who this transfer is," Meat commented in a strident voice, sure to get everyone's attention.

"Cool down, Meat, or at least lower your voice," Worm said, eyeing him unenthusiastically, "It's four in the God-dang morning and I'm beat. Archer couldn't stop snoring."

Roach was unspoken, like usual, during the argument between Archer and Worm. Roach was curious to who this 'transfer' was, he heard some very attention-grabbing rumors about the man and he was looking forward to seeing if they were true.

One rumor was that he entered the military at an enrollment stand and within 72 hours he was put up against the pit to test his skills. The pit was an obstacle course meant for elite men; it decided if you were up to the challenge that was the 141. It has been said that he beat the all time record, only by a hair, but still.

"Do think we might get a girl in the force? I'm not saying that as…a thing, but as an actual question," Royce said, trying to word his words carefully. He wasn't a sexist, in fact he had been beaten to the punch many times by a women and he wasn't about to underestimate them.

"You know, I don't really know," Meat answered, "but I'd think it'd be cool to have a girl around, just to mix things up. It'd be fun to have a different opinion weather the recruits a guy or a girl."

Up until now Ghost and Mactavish were casually watching the men chatter aimlessly about the new recruit and guns. It was common for them to start on one topic and completely end on the total opposite of what they started with. One time, they went from puppies to tacos. They didn't see the point of getting involved in a conversation that was going no where any time soon and Roach thought the same.

When Roach had first come here he was shy and uncooperative in socializing. Almost everyone had their suspicions that he grew up in richer and more up-tight home that wasn't really concerned with the current war because "they could always move". After a few weeks, Meat and the others wanted to get to know the new guy and decided that the best way to initialize this was doing the bucket on a door trick and soak Roach with ice cold water; the plan worked perfectly, except for the fact that it wasn't Roach who walked under the door of the barracks that morning.

Meat knew that Roach got up earlier than the others to avoid the rough housing that went on in the showers, so therefore Roach would get drenched in water as he walked out the door to do so. To bad it was surprise inspection that day and the first person to walk through the door that morning was not Roach going to the showers but…Captain John Mactavish waking the men up for the inspection, the list of profanities the Captain let out could be heard from the other side of the base.

After the Captain was done having his adult temper tantrum he let out a growl, "Who. Put. The bucket with ice cold water there."

Just as Meat was about to raise his hand in defeat, a sullen voice called out, "It was me. I'm so sorry Captain, it was meant for Meat as a prank. I didn't think we had inspection today."

Everyone's heads snapped towards the voice and their gaze landed on the new FNG who was looking down in shame.

The Captain knew that Roach did not do this and the prank was probably the other way around; it was meant for Roach and set up by Meat. But alas, he could see the boy was trying to make everyone like him so he put on a flustered and angry face, almost choking on laughter and said, "This is not a good way to start out Sanderson! Come with me immediately and Ghost and I will decide a punishment."

No one even noticed the man with the skull balaclava behind Mactavish; no one saw the ghost of a grin plastered on the skeleton's face either. Not even Mactavish.

"Yeah, do you think the recruit will be like badass or something?" Worm couldn't have stopped the question if he wanted to.

Roach shrugged, as did many others in response. "I don't really care as long as he or she's ready to fight along side us," Roach responded, "That's all that really matters, right?"

Without even meaning to, the men looked towards Ghost and the Captain; Ghost merely responded with a sharp nod and a "Yes."

Mactavish smiled lightly and said, "I think you'll like the new FNG. The FNG is a little different, but then again, which one of you isn't?"

Low chuckles sounded as an automatic response and several men smiled brightly. Even though it was more likely an insult, it still felt like praise, so the men accepted it with open arms.

"Sir, can you tell us the name at least," Ghost said, his British accent shining through, "We've been here for almost an hour."

Several murmurs of agreement sounded, but Mactavish only chuckled lowly, "Sit down at your assigned seats and wait; they should be here any minute."

"They?'' Several men echoed as the pulled out the dusty, uncomfortable chairs from under the table. Archer cursed softly from his standard gear getting caught on one of the sharper edges of the chair and gently pulled at it, not wanting to rip anything.

As soon as they heard the telltale clicks of the door, everyone straightened and Archer sat down rapidly, risking a huge tear in his pant leg.

The first to enter was General Shepard; everyone immediately stood at attention and saluted. He took noticed and gave a sharp nod, "At ease." General Shepard's voice was cruel and rough. His voice continued to get rougher from screaming commands and giving horribly long speeches to the world about the war, although that was under name that didn't even exist. Well, it did; back in the 1800's.

"Captain Mactavish, I would like you to meet your new FNG. She was recently transferred from the 75th ranger regiment. I know she's more skilled than that, but I want to see if she's up to the challenge of the 141. She'll be here for 6 months, much like Allen was supposed to. Every member of your company will type a report to persuade or dissuade me to let her join. Come on in Sergeant, your comrades are waiting for you."

The minute she walks in the room, everything thing seems to grow cold. An uneasy feeling spreads through the room quickly and all eyes are trained on her.

She's wearing simple black combat boots and grey, baggy, military issued pants. She's wearing a simple black t-shirt and her straight brown locks are in a braid that goes straight down her back. She obviously hasn't gotten her gear yet or she would be wearing it. Her eyes are a deep brown with the occasional twist of caramel. But everyone does not focus on her looks or hair or the well defined muscles, but the long, pale scar running from her right cheekbone down across her neck and then a bigger pale splotch at the point where the collarbones meet. In an instance, everyone knows what must've happened. She was probably captured and tortured; seeing that she wouldn't talk, they saw no use for her.

He ran the smile of the knife down her cheekbone and then retraced it. The young girl of an age no more than ten bit her tongue in an attempt to not scream out in pain.

"So little girl, are you going to tell us where your daddy is or will we have to force it out of you," one the dirty, beaten men said. She was currently in an abandoned, dilapidated, old house. Mice and rats infested the walls and bones from the gang's previous murders hung out in every corner, some still had flesh on them. She felt cornered and alone in the small structure; just as everyone in the corners had felt before.

She didn't know who they were or why they wanted her dad, but she promised not to tell the secret. She promised.

She shook her head quickly and stuck out her tongue, "I'm never gonna tell you!"

"Fine then."

The man started at her cheekbone again, pushing the leering smile of the switchblade harder than he did before. He slowly dragged it down her face, then her skinny neck, and finally to the point of her collarbone. The girl could not help but let out a screech of pain as he did this.

"Good girls follow orders; you're a bad girl for not telling us."

He plunged the knife through her skin at the point he had left off, she screamed in agony before she realized she had a clean kick to his one sensitive area.

She kicked with all the strength she had left and pulled at the bonds tying her wrist. They broke fairly easily because no one had checked her for weapons and she had been slowly whittling away at the binds with a small knife she kept in her back pocket just in case. After that, she ran, hearing sirens in the distance she ran faster. She really hated New York.

"I'm Sergeant Kyrie "Raven" Wade; it's a pleasure to be in your company." Her voice was rough and worn, but still filled with determination; everyone could hear it when she talked.

"I am sure they want to introduce themselves so I'll leave them to it," Shepard commented, nodding his head.

As if on cue, Mactavish stood up and nodded, "I am Captain John Mactavish, welcome to the Task Force 141, or as Shepard would put it "The best, hand picked warriors in the world"."

Kyrie saluted quickly and nodded, "Sir!"

As Mactavish was sitting down, Ghost stood up, "I am Lieutenant Simon Riley, but call me Ghost if you would." Kyrie was about half-way through her salute when Ghost raised his hand and gently shook his head, "You don't need to do that again, I know you respect us." Kyrie seemed mildly surprised but put her hand down anyways.

Roach was already standing up as he introduced himself, "Technically by the rules, you don't have to do anything for me, and in fact I actually think you're my superior, since your first class, correct?"

She nodded, "Yes sir, I am."

"Well, there you go. You are officially the superior of Sergeant Gary "Roach" Sanderson, it's a pleasure to have a new FNG, much like myself," Roach smiled.

Despite being in the presence of the General, Kyrie smiled and gave a small chuckle.

"Alright, you can meet the other men later," General Shepard commanded more than told. He didn't like the fact that he made her smile.

Meat, Royce, and the others seemed generally disappointed that they didn't get to be officially introduced like the other three. "Oh well", they thought silently, "I'm sure we'll make our introductions later."

The General smiled lightly and patted Kyrie on the back, "I already gave Mactavish your records, he's aware of who you are." Kyrie gave a small lift of her eyebrow but said nothing. "Good luck. Remember that the 141 is the glue that holds the world together; without us the world would've broken already. You're apart of that now, Sergeant."

Without any more words, the General walked briskly out the door, followed by a short bang of the door.

"I swear he's gonna break that door someday," Mactavish commented.

Kyrie was looking at the door until she turned around to be greeted by curious and confused looks.

"Wha…What," Kyrie asked, immensely nervous she did something wrong.

"You made him smile," Roach said, staring her down intensely. Kyrie let out a sigh of relief, she finally didn't do something wrong. Wait…this could still go wrong.

"And…" Kyrie started, having no other response.

"The General doesn't smile very often; if at all," Ghost responded.

"Who are you to him," Ghost and Roach asked in unison. The team joined in and said, "Yeah, really."

Mactavish chuckled as he watched his company interrogate the "Shy" girl. Several things came up such as…Girlfriend. "Too young," they said. Daughter? "No, that's just weird," they said. Maid? "Seriously Roach, how did you even come up with that one?"

"Um…I don't know any more," Roach sighed, giving up.

"Thank God," Meat exclaimed, "I could've sworn the next one would be his pet panda."

"Panda…," Kyrie twitched, "his pet panda?"

"You asked me how I came up with maid, so let me ask you how you came up with that," Roach fired back.

Meat stuck is tongue out in mock childishness and crossed his arms. Without a word or warning, Kyrie stood up and walked over to Meat; as soon as she was there, she smacked him on the back of the head.

"Ow! What was that for," Meat questioned, holding the back of his head. The smack had not hurt; it was more the surprise than anything.

"You called me a panda. I am not a panda, I'm a Raven." With that Kyrie went back to standing at the front of the room.

When Mactavish said she was different…they didn't exactly think like this. She was almost as weird as Ghost…almost. She hasn't flied of the handle yet, therefore, slightly less weird than Ghost.

AN: So, for people who have read my story when I first published it, is it better? For those of you who are new, is it good or bad? I like criticism as long as it's not hateful and mean; I want advice, not a troll who's grumpy from his bridge being remodeled. Lame joke, right. I don't think I used a single swear word in here.

Roach: That's probably because we weren't being shot at for once, or you know, being bur-

SHUT UP THAT"S A SPOILER! Anyways, I hope this one is better. R and R. I will try to listen to criticism and advice. No major flames, okay.

Roach: Flames? Oh yeah, that's right, I still need to get back at-

WOULD YOU SHUT UP, GODDAMMIT!

Roach: you swear-

DID YOU NOT HEAR ME!