So, I was sitting at my computer, contemplating life as one does when an idea pops into my head. What if Harry was thrown somehow into the call of duty games? Not just the universe, the games themselves and they act like the game and not respond to vocal ques or if the person all around is a fucktard! So this came into existance and I don't know if I should be proud or not about it. I started at four because I have absolutely no idea where the hell my 1st through 3rdcopies of the games are. Plus they are basically the same, so it wouldn't be that interesting. You'll get your fill of WW2 with world of war. Hell, I might even through in zombies, but probably not as I don't think it would rightly fit.
I rapidly blink as white light fades from my vision. The sound of helicopters echo overhead as I look around when I hear a voice next to me say, "Good to see you mate! Take one of the rifles from the table!" Rifles? Table? Where the hell am I?! Looking to my left, I see what looks like a soldier, holding an assault rifle pointing at the floor.
"What?! Where am I?! Who are you?!" The man doesn't even look at me, just staring to the side. I follow his line of site and see an armory of muggle weapons in a room, a rifle placed on the table in front of the window along with some clips I assume goes with it.
The man suddenly speaks, "C'mon, hurry up! We don't have all day, people are waiting!" Scared of the tone the man with the gun is using on me, I hesitantly walk over to the table and pick up the gun. Unsure how to hold it, I point it at the floor as I look down at the hunk of steel. It is then I realize that I am not even in my pajamas I went to bed in, I am wearing the same kind of outfit the soldier is. I'm in some balck uniform with a tan vest. Like the soldier, but my pockets are empty. I take up the clips and slowly slide them into their slots in the vest. I guess I might need them or he wouldn't have put them there.
Once I place the clips in my pockets, the man speaks up once more, "You know the drill! G-"
I can't help but interrupt and shout at him, "No I don't! Who are you and why am I here?! Why are you making me grab a gun anyways?! I'm a fourteen year old kid you moron!" Once more the man doesn't reply. Figures the jackass would ignore me as I am about to have a panic attack. how did this soldier even get me out of Hogwarts?! I mean, he doesn't look magical. Thinking magic, I look around my body for my wand, but I don't find it anywhere. It's obvious they disarmed me, but why give me a much deadlier weapon over my wand, it makes no sense!
After a pause he starts over like I didn't just yell at him. "You know the drill! Go to station one and aim your rifle down range." I turn to see the man run to the side and up onto a viewing platform that is set up behind some cubicles. Going over to one of them, I step into the one with the number one on the floor. "Now aim your rifle downrange, Soap."
Turning, I see the man looking down the range. Said range has some pieces of wood on the floor that have targets behind them I can only assume make them pop up one at a time. "Who's Soap?! My name is Harry Potter!" I shout up at him.
The man suddenly barks, "Aim your rifle down range Soap!" Cowed by the soldier's tone, I turn back and hesitantly bring the rifle to my shoulder like I've seen people do on the telly when I sneak a peek when Vernon doesn't pay attention.
Once the butt is firmly snuggled against my shoulder, a target from the roof suddenly springs up. Scared, I squeeze the trigger and the recoil puts me on my ass as three rounds pepper the ceiling. I apparently hit one of the targets as I fall because a ding goes off. Clammering to my feet, I turn and shout, "I don't even know how to hold a gun, let alone fire it man!"
The man just barks, "Shot all the targets!"
"No, fuck you! How about explaining why I'm here and why I for some strange reason am holding a rifle?!"
"Shoot all the targets!"
"NO!" We go back and forth a bit as I scream at him and he cries out for me to shoot all the in the same tone, over and over again. "How about I shoot you?!" I yell, haphazardly pointing my rifle at the man. When he barks again and again for the next five minutes, I pull the trigger to give him a warning shot, but I am, once again, unprepared for the recoil and the man takes three bullets to the chest. My vision suddenly fades out as the man falls over.
Oh my god, I just killed a man! My vision fades back in when I hear a familiar, "Good to see you mate! Grab one of the rifles from the table!" I let out a girlish scream as I stumble away from the obvious zombie. What kind of spell am I under?! Thinking he will try to kill me for shooting him, I lunge at him and plant my fist into his face, but he just stumbles a bit before resuming his old position. "C'mon hurry up! We don't have all day, people are waiting!" The soldier barks the same thing once more. I punch him again and again until my vision fades once more. I am reset right back to the same point with the man looking no worse for wear.
I repeat this action for I don't know how long, but I get tired of punching the man and just go and follow his orders. Grabbing the rifle, I place the clips as I make my way over to station one once more. I point my rifle down range when he orders it and when the target pops up, I put myself on my ass once more. "Oh my god, I still don't know how to shoot this fucking thing, I scream."
Wait, if it resets every time I punch the guy, maybe I can teach myself how to shoot this blasted contraption! I set my plan in motion as I go over everything about the gun, from the fire select, which I found out what it did by the simple words on the selector, to the safety.
Once I am comfortable holding the gun, I ignore the man as he continues to bark at me and aim the gun down range. I spread my legs apart slightly to brace myself while leaning forward a little more. Aiming at the wall, I squeeze the trigger and the rifle roars in my grasp as the bullet flies out of the barrel and spirals into the concrete wall.
I repeat this until I can comfortable fire the rifle without falling on my ass. I don't know how many hours it took to get to the level that I can shoot the roaring nightmare with any competency, but I've had to beat the holy hell out of the soldier more times than I care to remember. The very action of reloading the damn thing broke my mind for what must have been hours. Just finding the latch to drop the empty clip was a challenge in and of itself. I'm British, we don't have all these guns like the yanks do!
I finally aim at the red ringed target that has been looming in my and discharge a round-up at it, hitting one of the outer rings. I said I can fire the thing, not hit with any accuracy! Another target pops up and I shoot that one too. "Lovely," the soldier comments sarcastically. "Now, shoot at the targets while firing from the hip." What targe-, three more targets spring up further down the range in a tight group. I shoulder the rifle and send three bursts down the range that all go wide. Growling, I try again and again until all three targets are down.
Soldier A calls from behind me, "Now I'm going to block the targets with a sheet of plywood." A sheet of plywood comes up right as he finishes. "I want you to shoot the targets through the wood. Bullets will pierce thin materials like wood,plaster and sheet metal!"
"I already know bullets don't just stop, is this necessary?!" The man just barks out that I have to hurry up. Sighing, I sweep the piece of wood in a hail of hot lead as the brass casings hit the wall to my right. The ding that echoes to show I hit something sounds and the wood falls back down, leaving just a haze of dust that slowly settles to the concrete floor.
"Good, I am going to make the targets pop up one at a time. Hit all of the as fast as you can!"
This fucks with me, "Dammit man, I can barely hold this thing, you think I will be doing some snap shooting all of a sudden?!" Targets start popping up all willy nilly and falling as I don't fire at them.
"Not good enough! Try again!" I guess this can help my accuracy. I shoulder the rifle again as the mad man starts the routine over again. Aiming through the dot scope, I line up the shaky barrel with the first target and pull the trigger. The gun jumps in my hand and I see I hit center mass. The next one comes up and I shift my stance over to hit that one as well.
I miss of course, so I send a few more rounds down range and it falls. The next few targets pop up and I find I miss more than I hit. I kind of expected that to be honest. The gun clicks empty and I have more than half the course to complete I believe. I fumble around and after twenty seconds, I have a fresh clip in and the course is over. Sighing, I ready the rifle as the man insults me and runs the course again. This is going to be a long day.
It took over a hundred retries just to get to a point where the man is satisfied with my ability. I haven't even gotten that much better at shoot either! Sure, I can handle recoil better after I don't know how long of standing there, putting rounds down range at targets, but I mostly just memorized the positions of the targets to hit them right as they come up. "Proper good job mate!" Up yours you wanking prick! "Now go get a sidearm from the armory!"
Screaming in fury at the thought of going through the training again, I twist and spray the man with automatic fire. My vision blurs out as it fades and I find myself back at my spot. "Now go get a side arm from the armory." I almost can hear the smugness in the man's voice as I sulk over back to the table where I find a pistol. I put the rifle's strap over my shoulders so it can hang down as I pick up the side arm.
Once it is in my hands, the man calls over from his place, "Good. Now switch to your rifle." I look down at myself and find my sidearm holster that I spotted earlier in my days of working out what the hell I'm doing. I slide the pistol into it rather clumsily and pick up my rifle. "Now pull out your side arm." I make the switch a little fast. "Remember – switching to your pistol is always faster than reloading!"
"Wait, why would I be needing to reload?! You're just torturing me through this weird ass training right?!" I cry out, but as I expect, the zombie or whatever the soldier is doesn't answer.
He does give me some direct though. "All right Soap, come this way." I walk over as he drops a watermelon down onto the table under him. Where the hell did he get that thing?! "Using your knife is faster than switching to your pistol. Knife the watermelon."
Oh this is absurd! "What, you just want me to... stab some random fruit?! Are you on some kind of drugs?! Am I?! That must be it, I fell and Poppy gave me a bad hit of healing potions!"
"Stab the watermelon Soap!" Sighing, I follow the orders of my hallucination and draw out my blade in my off-hand. I plunge the thing hilt deep into the innocent piece of fruit. Or is it? It could be in on this stupid thing! This fruit is the reason I'm here! "Die you piece of shit!" I scream as I utterly destroy the green monster.
I must have been attacking it for some time as I find the table nearly sawed in half by the time I come down from my haze of crazy. "Nice! Your fruit killing skills are remarkable!" The man seems to almost honestly compliment. "Captain Price wants to see you. Go to the hanger over!" The man gestures to my right to a door.
Laughing in relief to finally get some answers, I sprint out of the room and down a runway to the next hanger. I get to the door right as it opens to reveal... Three special op soldiers decked out in gear. They turn and say, "It's the FNG sir!" As they part and reveal an old British looking man with a cigar hanging from his lips. He oddly reminds me of my new defense against the dark arts teacher, Moody. "Go easy on him sir. It's his first day in the regiment."
The man opens his mouth and his voice even reminds me of the grizzled old veteran. "Right... What kind of name is Soap? How'd a muppet like you pass selection, eh?"
"You all gave me that name! My name is Harry Potter! This 'muppet' doesn't even know what he is doing here!" I cry hysterically at them. The four do not show any response to my outburst as who I assume to be Price just repeats himself.
"Soap it is your turn for the CQB test. Everyone else head to observation. For this test, you will have to run the cargo ship solo in sixty seconds." Price gestures with his rather exquisite mustache at the wooden construction project behind them I somehow missed. Must be the fact my hopes were crushed at the first words out of the captain's mouth. "Gaz holds the current squadron record at 19 seconds. Good luck! Climb the ladder over there."
Sighing in agony, I turn and look for the ladder he speaks of. Maybe if I cooperate, they will let me go or this hallucination will end faster?! I run over and shimmy up the wooden thing. I hear Price call up, "Pick up the MP5 and four flashbangs!"
Looking at the crates in front of me, I see just what he told me. I place my rifle down on the crate next to the "MP5" and clip the new smaller rifle to my vest. I pick up the flashbangs, but as I go to hook them on the vest, one of the pins falls out. "SHIT!" I scream as an earth-shattering noise echoes in front of me along with a blinding light that would reveal something hit with Zues's lightning! I stumble around in pain when I feel my knees knock against something and I stumble over it.
A sense of weightlessness overcomes me right before my vision blurs as the ringing dies down in my ears. I feel a deep pain in my back as I roll over, but I can't get to my feet as my vision fades. Blinking the light out of my eyes, I find myself back on the platform with my old rifle still in hand. The flashbangs are back in their position with the MP5. I fling my rifle down in fear. I think I just almost died! Did this nightmare save me or was I just too injured to continue so it restarted me? Would I truly die if I did died here or would I just come back from the blur?! Will I be in here forever, with no way out?!
This thought causes me to freak out, but it only takes a few minutes, maybe an hour to calm down. A new record if I say so myself. It took me a lot longer to get over the dementor attack that almost killed Sirius. I hesitantly step over my rifle and pick up my new supplies, careful on how I slip the blinding explosives to the vest. "On my go, I want you to rope down to the deck and rush to position one! After that you will storm downstairs and hit position two. The hit position 3 and 4 following my precise instructions at each position. Grab the rope when your ready!"
But... I don't know how to repeal. It can't be that hard right, I just grab and slide down right. Wrong. I grab the rope and hop on right before losing my grip and plummeting down to the wood below. Shivering at the feeling of breaking both my legs again, I go back to the rope and try again.
It takes over one hundred tries to hit the where I want to go. I thankfully didn't die somehow as every time I broke my legs beyond use, I just appear back on the platform. After the first ten times which I will not think of, I just flew so far off course, that I had to come back up and try again. I can say that I got the art down to a Tee once I got the technique down. The last three tries were flawless, but I didn't want to start the course just yet. Fuck it if I look like a fool, I will not die needlessly again!
I land and pull up my rifle with a little hesitation. The sound of Price shouting for me to go fills my ears, invigorating me with the energy behind the voice. "Hit the targets!" I look to see three targets in the room. I bring my rifle up and fire a burst at each as I side step around the side of the building where I saw the door. I hit each of them thanks to my practice at the range.
As I rush down the stairs, a target pops up and I send a bullet into the leg, but it counts! Turning the corner, Price yells for a flashbang through the door. I pull the grenade off my vest and struggle with the pin for a second before throwing the primed grenade into the room and hiding behind the wall with my ears covered.
Once the bang sounds, I enter the room to see targets coming up. I send some bullets into each as I move along. I really am fed up with this and just want to move onto what other torture I will have to endure. Three more targets pop up at position five which I eliminate with the rest of my clip. Dropping the rifle, I rip my pistol out of the holster and read on the ground to put a flashbang through the door to six with arrows pointing for me to head out the door.
I follow the instructions and as I walk through the door, I barely see a target raise in the room I tossed the flash in. I aim the pistol and fire a much light round then I was use to into the cardboard human sized target.
I sprint down the hanger to the finish. "All right Soap, that's enough. You'll do." Price calls over. "Climb up the ladder if you want another go, if not, come over to the monitors for a debrief." I walk over to where the man is standing and he begins to talk. "The cargoship mission is a go! Get yourselves srted out. Wheels up at 0200. Dismissed." Wait I still need answers! Right as I open my mouth, my visions faded to black.