Chapter One.
Before the start reading let me make some things clear about this story. This story changes things up as I have both Frost and Roach American soldiers within Delta Force but they're both accepted into Task Force 141. So, pretty much this story is how things will change with Frost now part of the task force. It will start off in a pre MW2 setting and then on into both MW2 and MW3. So enjoy and if you have any questions just review asking me or private message me. Also, Frost and Roach are both white in this story so don't ask what race they are.
The early morning sun slowly made its way into the center of the baby blue open sky as it emerged from the distant mountain tops raining a shower of sun rays down upon the endless desert waist land now turn apart by war. Gun fire echoed loudly throughout the ruined streets of the city as blood stained the dirt and stone roads as blood shed from both armed forces and civilians was not a rare sight within the streets of the war torn city. Located not far from the center of the city was a small convoy of armored vehicles that had came to a completely halt when their lead vehicle a American owned stryker was hit by three RPG rounds causing crew and passengers to attempt and flee the burning vehile from the back camp, but were mowed down by machien gun fire by enemy forces. With the stryker taken out and blocking the road the four Humvees behind it desperately attempted to pull back, but were all ripped apart by RPG and machine gun fire.
"Ace! Ace, do you read me this is Metal 0-1 I've gotten word that your convoy has been ambushed! Ace!" A voice echoed loudly through the lead Humvee which was now shredded apart and had been flipped onto its top during the ambush. The Humvee not longer resembled anything that an armored truck should look like as bullet holes covered every inch of the truck and shrapnel ripped off chunks of it. Once, again a loud cold voice called out loudly through the radio as the radio had amazingly survived the ambush without harm, but to a few on watching civilians horror who had taken shelter in near by alley ways the Humvee occupants hadn't been so lucky.
"Sandman?" A voice muttered lowly from the back seat of the lead Humvee as laying face down on the ceiling of the armored truck was a young faced American soldier. The soldier slowly lifted his face from the ground spitting out a small amount of blood as his dark brown eyes weakly scanned his surrounding area as he struggled to keep his head off the ground. The young soldier held the sudden urge to throw up as his eyes fell upon the three other soldiers who had been riding in the Humvee with him. The three men were danging from their seats their clothes soaked with blood as it slowly dripped down their heads and onto the roof of the truck.
"This is Metal 0-1, if anyone is alive I need confirmation right now. We have a high valued target escaping on foot towards your position, we can't lose him again! I repeat we can't lose him!" The voice called out over the radio as this time the voice was slightly more aggressive as there was obviously a hint of stress within the voice as he attempted to sound as calm and collective as possible. The young soldier quickly was able to pull himself towards the front of the Humvee where the radio was dangling by a few wires and grabbing the hand held radio he slowly brought it up to his face, his lips struggling to release the pain filled words.
"S-Sa-Sandman, everyone is dead our convoy got ambushed. Ace is dead and so are the other" The soldier spat lowly into the radio as he released the talk button as he sighed heavily his light brown eyes wandering around the ruined Humvee as they fell upon the twenty six year old driver who was dangling from his seat lifelessly. Pinned upon the upper part of his Kevlar vest was the insignia of a Second Lieutenant, the man was the officer in charge of the convoy and was known by his nickname Ace.
"Roach?" The voice called back almost sounding impatient by the long waited response.
"Yeah, I only got a few scratches and bruises during the ambush" Roach muttered lowly as he felt a sense of guiltiness that everyone else in his unit had suffered while, he was untouched by the deadly rain of bullets that poured down upon them. Roach slowly sat up clearing his throat as he tried his best not to make eye contact with the lifeless eyes of Ace that stared at the young soldier the pain he had suffered throughout his days of combat burning within them.
"There's a reason why we call you Roach. I know this is a lot of ask of you but myself and the support platoon are under heavy fire. We're pinned down in the city square and Zemar Sahar is escaping on foot, we need you to stop him" Sandman explained as the veteran Sergeant Major realized that the OpFor commander had slipped through the fingers of many allied forces including one Canadian special force unit, and several American infantry units. Sahar had caused many casualties during the war and it was time for him to pay.
"By myself?" Roach asked as he was fully aware that Sahar had a small army of OpFor militia members and he knew he would never travel by himself without his personal body guards near by.
"Roach, you might be one of the younger men in the unit but you can easily run circles around some of the older guys" Sandman ensured Roach as the sudden confidence enhancer really worked.
"I got this, no worries" Roach barked into the radio before he placed it down and quickly pulled himself out of the wreckage of the Humvee entering the open street of the city. Scanning the area nervously Roach slowly rose up from his knees his eyes never leaving the roof tops and alley ways fearing that some of the militia gun men were still around.
"I need a rifle" Roach muttered under his breath as he stumbled forward realizing during the ambush his assault rifle had been ripped off its sling and thrown aside along with many other things within the Humvee. Roach slowly approached the stryker his eyes falling upon the six dead American soldiers that littered the back ramp all of them covered in bullet holes as they never got a chance to fight back. The inside of the stryker was releasing a thick black smoke as the RPG rounds had destroyed the front of it and killed the two drivers within seconds of impact.
"Don't move!" A voice roared angrily as Roach's body stiffened immanently as he realized his only source of weapon was his M9 sidearm and by the tim ehe drew that who ever was yelling at him could easily pump a magazine of lead into him. Emerging from the thick smoke of the stryker emerged a figure the man wore body armor similiar to Roach's except for the fact that man wore a desert scarf around his neck and aimed a M4A1 carbine with red dot sight towards Roach his vision blinded by the smoke, but his hearing was able to pick up Roach's foot steps.
"Westbrook?" Roach gasped lowly as he was able to make out the figure who suddenly stumbled from the thick smoke into the open. The young faced soldier had icy blue eyes that widen at the sight of a familiar face, his skin had a light tan to it as his face was also slightly smudged by the smoke, and he had jet black hair hidden by his helmet.
"It's Frost" Frost muttered correcting Roach as everyone knew the young soldier by his nickname of Frost, but Roach was the only one who'd call his best friend by his last name knowing hwo much it annoyed him for some odd reason.
"I'm just making sure you don't forget your name" Roach stated jokingly as his muscles loosened up when Frost finally turned the barrel of his rifle away from Roach. The two men were close friends as they both completed basic training together and joiend Delta Force at the same time, which is why the two both held the same rank of Corporal.
"Those bastards shot us to hell" Frost sighed as he had been in the stryker with the others when the ambush occurred. Frost quickly pulled off his goggles that had a large crack in the center of them and threw them to the ground his icy blue eyes angrily starring down upon his fallen comrades. Roach knew hsi friend was a man of few words when it came to expressing himself, but he knew he could trust him with his life.
"Frost, we're the only survivors and it seems Sahar is heading our way" Roach explained as the Delta Force corporal casually picked up a Scar-L from one of his fallen comrades due to the fact that his original weapon had been one and that was manly his load out of magazines. Roach grinned as he noticed the sudden interst that spark within Frost's facial expression upon the moment Roach's words had enter his ears.
"I thought Sandman and the others were raiding his base?" Frost asked curiously as he was confused on how Sahar was able to escape Sandman one of the most experienced men within the unit. Before Roach could even say anything a voice erupted from down the street causing the two American soldiers to jump to their feet their eyes carefully scanning the street ahead of them. Emerging from a near by street corner were about twenty heavily armed militia gun men the simple sight of them sent near by civilians fleeing for the safety of their house praying that the gun men would leave them alone.
"They must be coming here to salvage the wreckage" Frost muttered lowly as he ducked lowly behind the stryker his icy blue eyes watching as the militia men walked down the street towards the destroyed convoy acting as if they had ownership of the whole city. Suddenly, entering the open street was six other militia members their faces bright red as they shouted at the salvage team, upon this the whole salvage team spun around and quickly armed themselves with their guns that were once casually thrown over their shoulders a few seconds ago.
"Sahar" Both men muttered at the same time as both their eyes fell upon the thirty year old Afghan man who was a highly respected commander within the OpFor militia. Sahar's face was bright red and his legs were shaking uncontrollably as he had been fleeing from the rest of the American forces the constant fear of being capture within his mind.
Sahar was shouting our orders as the group of gun men quickly begun to spread out scanning every alley way fearing that the advancing American forces would jump them, but they still hadn't gotten word that the Americans were pinned down. Realizing that his men had taken care of of this street and secured it by taking out the advancing forces Sahar must of assumed it was safe to use the street as an escape route thinking the slaughter his men had unleashed was enough to scare off any reinforcements.
"He has no idea we're here" Roach muttered lowly as he sank down to his knees trying to stay hidden as much as possible, but Sahar and hsi men were closing in and the two Corporals had little cover to use.
"Stryker is useless, the machine guns on those Humvee are destroyed, and there are only two of us" Roach stated lowly realizing they both were expected to hold off the militia members long enough to take out Sahar and then somehow be able to take out the remainign enemy forces without any support.
"Sounds unfair for them" Frost snickered lowly as Roach grinned back at his best friend who shared a similar confident look upon his face.
Suddenly, any kind of surprise they had went to hell when a young face Afghan women came charging into the street screaming loudly as she pointed towards the burning stryker that stood in the center of the street. Frost and Roach watched in horror as the women rushed back into the house for cover just as several men foremd a wall in front of Sahar and the others opened fire upon their position.
"That bitch!" Frost cried out as he poked his M4A1 around the corner of the stryker and fired off three rounds blindly hitting the stone wall of the house the women had taken cover within. Roach gripped his rifle tightly fearful of being hit as bullets now ripped through the air picking up dirt and ripping aaprt metal as the militia gun men unleashed hell upon the two stranded soldiers.
"Sahar isn't making a run for it yet, they must know there's only two of us!" Roach cried out as the past who reveal that Sahar was a true coward at heart as he only stood and fought when the odds were greatly against his opponents and with other elements of Delta Team wandering throughout the city trying to find another escape route was risky.
Roach quickly spun into the open his eyes peering down the ACOG scope mounted on his Scar-L and lining up the cross hair with a incoming militia member Roach fired off a burst of three rounds hitting the man directly in the chest. Roach wasted no time and gliding his rifle barrel slightly to the left he unleashed a spray of bullets upon a RPG team his barrage of bullets ripping them apart. Frost carefuly fired off short burst from his M4A1 upon incoming gun men carefully aiming for the torso instead for the head to ensure more hits, but no matter how many gun men he took out another took the fallen man's spot.
"They're rushing us!" Roach cried out as he stumbled backwards firing off three shots towards a machine gunner missing the first two, but amazingly piercing the man's throat with the third round.
"I can't get a clear shot on, Sahar!" Frost cried out loudly as he lined up his red dot sight carefully with a gun men who had picked up a fallen comrade's AK-47 and started to fire the gun widely upon Roach's position. Lining up the red dot sight with the man Frost wasted no time and squeezed back the trigger. Frost watched as three bullets smashed into the ground around the man's feet sending dirt flying into the air, but to his pleasure eh watched as the fourth shot connected with the man's face and his once tense body became limp.
"Roof tops! Roof tops!" Roach roared loudly as several bullets whizzed directly past his head and dug deep into the ground around him forcing the Delta operator to take cover behind the burning stryker. Frost felt himself get thrown to the ground as a single RPG round ripped through the ground near by him causing his body to surge with pain. Frost watched helplessly as Roach ripped out the empty magazine from his Scar-L and pulled out a fresh one from his vest slamming it into the rifle quickly trying to give the enemy no time to close in on their position.
"Frost, you alright?" Roach cried out as he fired off a few shots from his Scar-L towards three incoming gun men mowing them down in the line of fire, but quickly turned his attention to his fallen comrade as he was fearing the worst.
"Yes! Keep you eyes on the enemy!" Frost cried out realizing Roach's compassionate heart would get them killed as the OpFor forces only need Roach to take his eyes off them for a moment giving them time to swarm their position. Roach nodded realizing there was no time to waste and turning around he was greeted by a incoming man the man swinging his AK-47 like a club as the magazine that was inserted had been hit by a stray bullets making the weapon useless as the magazine became jammed within the gun. Roach quickly reacted by raising his Scar-L over his head blocking the incoming rifle and quickly fired off a swift kick to the man's leg. The man dropped to the ground with great force and showing the man no mercy Roach shoved the barrel of his gun into the man's chest releasing two shots into the man.
"We're thinning them out!" Roach called out a she struggled to hold back the urge to throw up from the sight of the gaping hole within the man's chest, but he stood strong and continued unloading his Scar-L upon the now slowly advancing OpFor forces.
"I'm moving up!" Frost shouted loudly as several bullets flew by his head as he turned around to inform Roach of his plan to change position.
"Watch your ass out there, I'll cover you!" Roach shouted back as the two shared a brief moment of eye contact but they both knew within that moment the two of them were wishing the other the best of luck.
Frost quickly spun out in the opening firing off several shots blindly towards the enemy before he raced forward finding cover within a near by alley way as Roach launched two frag grenades high into the air, the two explosives ripping apart a group of militia members who were struggling to set up a machine gun. Frost nervously peered around the alley way corner catching sight of Sahar rolled up in a ball behind the safety of a near by car with five of his body guards laying down cover fire for him as he planned to make a run for it.
"Sahar is planning on making a run for it!" Frost cried out as he suddenly noticed the thirty year old OpFor Commander rise to his shaking feet. Sahar scrambled forward as several of Roach's shots hit the ground around him, but couldn't find their target from the distance he was at. Frost prepared to take aim upon the fleeing OpFor Commander when suddenly his body guards opened fire on him. Frost ducked for cover within the alley way as bullets ripped apart at the building's wall, but suddenly the gun fire stopped. Frost hadn't noticed it but the roaring sound of a helicopter echoed throughout the air causing Frost to slowly emerge from the alley way to find a MH-6 Little Bird hovering over their head.
"What the?" Frost muttered lowly under his breathe as he noticed the remaining gun men had been taken care by the Little Bird's mini gun torrent and passengers.
"Frost! Sahar is getting away!" A voice cried out as Frost caught sight of Roach sprinting past him in hopes that they could still catch Sahar.
"Where did that come from?" Frost asked curiously stilled confused by the Little Bird which was now hovering over their heads.
"I was able to make contact with it by radio. Apparently, they're a support unit sent to help us. They have some men helping Sandman's unit and they've informed him that you're alive along with me" Roach explained as the two Corporals raced through the city's streets their eyes carefully scanning for the fleeing OpFor Commander who was trying so desperately to make another one of his daring escapes from allied forces.
"This is Hornet Five-Three, we've spotted the to the street on your left. There's a alley way to your side that you can use to cut them off, watch out he has five Tangos supporting him" The Co-Pilot of the Little Bird informed the two Delta Force soldiers as it was hovering high enough that it had a full view of their half of the city. Sadly, the Little Bird was unable to provide any more combat support for them due to the fact that they wanted Sahar alive and the Little Bird's mini gun would put him at to much of a risk.
"Follow me!" Frost called out as he took a sharp left into an alley way which was filled with old wooden supply crates, but separating them from the other road was a old beat up wooden fence. Not even wasting a second to think of a way over the fence Frost charged forward ramming through the beat up wooden planks and sending him stumbling into the opposite street falling down on all fours to stop himself from going any further.
"Stop!" Roach cried out as he raced right after Frost with his Scar-L held high his eyes peering down his ACOG scope as he entered the same street as Sahar and his men. Luckily, Sahar and his men were to shocked to see that the two men had been able to catch up with them to even consider opening fire upon them. Giving Sahar's body guards no time to react Roach lined up his cross hair with one of the light machine gunners and firing off a short burst he hit the man directly in the upper torso with three rounds.
Before Sahar's men could even react to the lost of one of their men and the sudden appearance of two determined enemies Frost was able to get a hold of his M4A1 that he dropped and aimed down the sights, picking the closest target to him Frost unleashed six bullets right at the man hitting him with four of them. Roach and Frost quickly made fats work of the three remaining body guards leaving a fear filled Sahar standing alone in the street his legs shaking as he stood there confused.
"Sahar, give up!" Roach shouted angrily as the thought of Ace and the others who were killed during the ambush fueled him with rage and hatred.
"You two are just common soldiers who are paid dirt to do the jobs of rich pigs! Let me go and I can make you two men very wealthy!" Sahar cried out in broken English as he watched nervously as his two captures slowly approached him their weapons locked upon him. Sahar gulped lowly as he realized it was hopeless to try and negotiate.
"We have Sahar" Roach muttered lowly into his hand held radio as Frost threw the OpFor Commander to the ground rubbing the man's face in the dirt and he hand cuffed his hands behind his back.
Suddenly, dirt flew into the air as a strong gust of wind hit the three men creating a mini dust storm around them. Looking up above them the all caught sight of a MH-53 Pave Low with the back ramp already lowered a sit touched down infront of the two American men and their prisoner. Not even waiting for the pave low to touch down six men wearing personalized armor exited the helicopter all of them rushing over to the dead OpFor body guards searching for anything important upon their dead bodies.
"Corporal. Dereck Westbrook and Corporal. Gary Sanderson, it's nice to meet you two I've been meaning to get a hold of you men for sometime!" A voice called out loudly over the roaring engine of the pave low as a man wearing a digital military patterned uniform exited the back of the pave low. Roach watched in awe as he noticed the three star insignia he had on his hat and center uniform. The man was obviously a high ranked General, but what confuse dthe two men was why he was looking for them both.
"Excuse me, sir?" Frost stated curiously as he was trying to sound as polite as possible around the Officer.
"I'm Lieutenant General. Shepard, I've been watching you two men for some time and let me just say you both have impressed me greatly. At the time I'm in charge of field operations down by the 75th Ranger Battalion with the Middle East, but I'm also the commanding officer the most elite unit of warriors across the world" The General explained as he held his hat down with one hand and shook the two battle tired soldier's hands with the other one. The man's thick mustache made Roach chuckle softly as the wind from the pave low's propellers made it blow in the wind slightly.
"What does that have to do with us, sir?" Frost asked curiously as he realzied Roach was having to much fun watching the mustache blow in the strong wind.
"I need some young blood for the Task Force and you two are the perfect candidates. I want you two men you join my Task Force" Shepard explained as Roach suddenly snapped out of the trance the mustache had placed upon him and became wide eyed at the words the General had just spoken. No oen new anythign about the Task Force, but word had been going around that only the best of the best were being considered.
"Why us?" Roach called out curiously as he was shocked of all the men in their unit the two youngest men were picked.
"You two have potential for great things. Trust me, now if you don't mind I'm on a tight schedule so could you two men step inside the pave low an d I'll take you to your new base camp" Shepard explained as both Frost and Roach were unsure at first, but they realized he was right. If they stayed with Sandman and the others they'd never be given command of their own team for years due to the large amount of older men within the unit, but by moving to a new unit they'd have more of oa chance to do some good. With this the two young Corporals entered the back of the pave low just as it was starting to take off.
They were now part of, Task 141.
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter and sorry about the grammar my spell check is being stupid and I was in a rush to kind of get this finished.
