Modern Warfare series belong to Infinity Ward.
Thank you for the critics that have given to me. I've tried my best to repair the story. If there are some mistakes, please tell me which one and what it should be. I'm not a professional author in English and still have to learn more in grammar. Thank you!
Modern City. ModWar World.
07.00 a.m.
It was a beautiful morning on first day of July, a perfect day to start the activity. But, John MacTavish was still sleep tightly.
"Soap!" Someone knocked his room's door.
No respond from him.
"Soap! Wake up! We're late! This is our first day on this school!"
"School?" John MacTavish, nicknamed Soap, opened his eyes slowly. Perhaps half of his soul still belonged in the dreamland. And, some seconds later…
"WE ARE LATE!" he screamed as rushing out from his room, causing he hit his roommate's face by the door.
"DAMMIT! SOAP! You break my nose!" he grimaced as stroking his bleeding nose.
"Sorry for that, Griggs! I'm in haste!"
"Hurry! We have no time! I'll drive!"
"NO! I won't let you driving my car anymore! Remember when you hit a truck by my Camaro?"
Griggs scratched his head. "Well, that was the truck's fault…"
"No reason! Ok, I'm done! Get to the car!" Soap took his car key then rushing out from there. "Griggs! Don't forget to lock the room!"
"Ok! Ok! Wait Soap! I need to wipe this blood from my nose! Damn you, Soap!"
Warfare High School, The Faculty Room.
"Mr. Price...you got two new students today..." A mid-aged man told Price as offering him the documents.
"New students, eh?" Price took the documents then read the files.
"Yea... and I think they're tough, good for our school...hahaha!"
Price rolled his eyes, whatever. He frowned as reading the second document. "What kind of hairstyle is this?"
Then the bell rang, time to begin the school activities.
"Back to work, Price…" Zakhaev waved his hand to Price.
Hmph, what a strange head master...Price grumbled in heart.
