If you liked iAm abused or iWas Kidnapped, You will 100% love this newest fanfic!
It's not hard to get in the Army, especially if there's a major war going on. All you have to be is athletic, brave, and young. No problem for me, Sam Puckett. I was even tougher than most of the guys there. I had better accuracy, and I was still a perfect twenty-four years and 130 pounds. I guess that's why I had no problem joining. I have many regrets about my past that I needed to forget.
The trumpet blasted through the morning sky. I immediately jumped up from my cot and walked out into the blazing heat. I saluted my superior.
"Puckett! Corporal wants to see you!"
"Sir yes sir!" I chanted.
"Dismissed!" I walked over to the corporal's tent and saluted.
"As you were Puckett." He said. I put my arms to my side and paid close attention.
"We're sending the best soldiers on a mission over in Russia." He explained. "We needed the best shooters and the most athletic." He pulled out an official looking piece of paper. "You'll be joining a group of soldiers that are currently in Moscow, Russia. Do you accept?"
I saluted again. "SIR YES SIR!"
"Excellent. Go pack your supplies and weapons. Dismissed." I turned and started to walk out of the tent.
"Oh, and Puckett," The corporal said, "Good luck kid." He winked and I grinned. I sprinted out of the tent.
"Hey Sam," one of the soldiers called, "Wanna shoot some hoops?"
"No thanks Joey," I continued to my tent and packed my extra clothes. I headed to the armory and walked inside. Guns, grenades, knives, and armor lined the walls. I picked a sharp and polished looking knife, some frag grenades, and my favorite gun, the Scar-H with scope. I pulled down a light bullet proof vest and threw it over my shoulder.
I put on my Arctic Camouflage uniform (we were dealing with snow) white boots, and the bullet proof armor. I packed my gun and grenades in a special case, and I put my knife in a sheath on my thigh. I stood up as I heard the chopper coming to pick me up. I took one last look at the camp and climbed on the helicopter.
I was greeted by a friendly looking private (such as myself) who shook my hand and introduced himself.
"Hi there!" he said, "You must be Private Samantha Puckett!" (This was the only time I let people call me Samantha.) I nodded.
"You can call me Sam." I said.
"Ok then, Sam. I'm Private Daniel Price." He said with a huge smile. We sat down and the chopper lifted itself off the ground.
"We're going a short way on the chopper," he said looking out the window, "Then we'll switch to a jet that can get up too Russia by sunset."
"So Daniel," I said, "What's the briefing on the mission."
"The front lines," Daniel explained, "There's a battle going on in Russia and the Marines need some help. They wanted only the best shooters and the bravest soldiers so that's why we're here."
"Sweet!" I exclaimed. Daniel raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"I can see you're pretty enthusiastic about this." He laughed.
"Yeah, the only thing I've been shooting is fake targets; I'm ready for some action!" We both laughed and it fell into a comfortable silence. I was getting bored so I pulled out my knife and started to sharpen it. I rocked it back in forth across the sharpener. Soon, the knife almost too sharp. I slid it back into the sheath and laid my head back. The chopper landed and I jumped off. I stretched my arms and legs. Me and Daniel waited for the jet that would take us to Russia. It landed and climbed in the back with Daniel. The jet took off and I was in for a long ride. I laid my head against the window and fell asleep.
Someone was shaking me awake.
"Go away," I mumbled, "I just went to sleep."
"Sam, you've been asleep for eight hours." Daniel laughed. My eyes flew open. We were in a snowy area. I shivered and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I grabbed my pack and weapons and walked off the jet. The pilot showed us to a car that drove us to the camp. A couple tents were set up. I groaned, it was gonna be cold. Daniel and I walked over to the captain's tent. When we walked in, it was surprisingly warm.
Daniel and I saluted.
"Private Samantha Puckett," I said
"And Private Daniel Price reporting in." Daniel said.
"Ah," sighed the captain, "You must be the final soldiers needed before we get going."
"Sir yes sir!" Me and Daniel chanted at the same time.
"Good, good." Laughed the captain "I'm Captain Mike but we all have code names here, so call me Stinger."
"Puckett, your code name is Radio. And Price, your name will be Casino. You will be briefed by Private Scope. Dismissed."
Me and Daniel saluted and left the tent. I smiled. Radio was a freaking sweet name. I saw a soldier walked over to another tent.
"Hey," I called, "Do you know where I could find Scope?" The soldier walked over to us and smiled.
"Scope?" he said, "He's in tent four. By the way, I'm Telephone."
"I'm Radio," I said with pride, "and this is Casino." I pointed to Daniel who just grinned. We walked over to tent four and pushed open the flap. I walked inside and savored the warm heat.
"Who's there?" called a voice.
"Radio and Casino." Daniel called back.
"Yeah," said the voice, "Stinger said I needed to brief the noobies."
"Hmph." I said, "You're not so ranked up yourself." There was a pause.
"Hey your voice sounds familiar, Radio." Who the hell was this guy? Some kind of stalker?
"Who's asking, Scope?" I saw a flap move and Scope walked into the room. I stopped short and my breath caught in my throat. Scope had a nerdy air around him (or to me at least) he also had light brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. Scope shot a familiar glare at me. As soon as he saw my face he stopped.
"F-Freddie?"
OMG!!!!! Is it really Freddie? Find out next chapter. Review for me pwetty pwease. =]
=Jamie
P.S if you were some of the first to read this, I made a mistake. I said Private Sanderson. I MEANT to just say Scope. HIS NAME IS NOT SANDERSON!!!