Welcome to the One Four One

If there was one thing that this Master sergeant knew, it was when she was not wanted. Sure at times it was more obvious than usual, for example when bullets came flying your way…that was a more than obvious way of telling someone that they were not wanted in the area. Luckily this was not said example; her instinct was telling her that the guys around here didn't take FNG's too lightly. Which she couldn't really blame the boys for, the last thing any Special Forces Unit wanted was to train a new guy after losing a reliable brother… and she was sure the guys around here were more than anal with the fact that the FNG was a gal at that- most soldiers, though they wouldn't admit it, had some sort of pride about being in one of the endangered 'all male' units.

The female was anything but dressed for the occasion, it seemed that Shepard didn't give a damn that she was on R&R time back at home. He wanted her here so he came personally to bring her to the base, which would explain why she was in the attire she was in- tank top and some ACU bottoms. The General had caught her while she was in the middle of her morning jog out in the beautiful country side of New York. To say that the female was on good terms with her new General would be a damn lie, the female was seething over the fact that she was pretty much thrown back into the battle zone with only a days-worth of R&R. It wasn't helping that she had been sitting in the chair he had ordered her to stay in for a good two hours either.

Soldier or not if you wanted to meet a female the last thing you do is keep her waiting. In the two hours of waiting the female had thrown her hair up into a high ponytail with the hair tie she had put around her wrist hours ago. Arms crossed, hazel eyes were set on the only door in the room, in the snipers eyes this Task Force was quickly losing any credibility she had for them in the past. Crossing her right leg over her left the female let out a sigh, if there was one thing the female hated it was being bored hands down. There was a reason why she jumped into the military as quickly as she did after graduation, it was in high hopes that shit like this wouldn't happen.

Before her mind was allowed to run down memory lane the females eyes focused once more on the door the second she heard a light 'click', joyful lock the FNG in the insanity room, because everyone knows he has better things to be doing. Watching the figure as he made his way over to her the female noted the rank and uncrossed her arms and legs before positioning herself toward the table and taking the seated position of attention. Though her eyes were now not set on the man she could still make out his appearance through her peripherals. He was obviously in damn good shape, was damn sure taller than her, wielded Captain Ranks, had to have just finished some sort of PT –that or he just naturally sweated like a pig and smelled salty- and had confidence pouring out of him like there was no tomorrow.

As he took his seat in front of her, Fletcher didn't bother to try and hide her annoyance. He was going over her file, nothing wrong in that aside from the fact that she had been setting here for an n'th amount of time. "Leave it to Shepard to fill in our vacancy without giving us so much as a warning…" She had heard him mumble that when he walked in, only now was it being comprehended. So that's why I was setting here for so damn long…the damn General hadn't even told them he found a FNG. Lovely. "One hell of a background for someone your age… huh Sergeant?" Fletchers left eye twitched as she decoded the seemingly innocent small talk. More like one hell of a background for your gender.

"No offence to you or your men Captain. But I don't take too kindly to the female shit that I know is running through both your men's mind and your own." Speaking out of line could earn you one of two things; trouble or respect. Being a person who followed her gut (instinct) more than your average John Doe, something told her she would get the later out of the Captain. That very gut feeling was proven correct with the smirk that played on his lips. "Sir." She finally added.

"I am not going to act like your gender has no effect in all of our eyes… you seem to know damn well the kind of chaos that is causing." He went back to looking at her paperwork, "That in itself had already caused problems during our morning training. The men wouldn't shut up." Now it was Fletchers turn to smirk, "To think that they are giving their hopes up. None of us expected to end up with a Feisty fox like yourself." Something seemed to click in his mind and the Master Sergeant seemed to already know where that was going for she gave him an accepting nod. "Alright then fox, consider yourself part of one for one." He stood up and she followed suit.

"Before I meet the hounds, I would like to know where the hell it is I will be staying. Captain." Out of habit the female brought her hand up to a salute.

"We don't do any of that shit here in the One four one, Sergeant." The Master Sergeant nodded bringing the salute down as she followed him out of the room. "Shepard has made it more than obvious he doesn't want you bunking with anyone of the hounds, so until further notice you will be staying in one of the empty officer rooms we have down my hall."

"Joy, speaking of the ass did he resupply me with new gear, dress, and such forth." The Captain merely raised a brow seemingly unbothered by the way she had addressed their commander. "Prick picked me up a day into my R&R, as far as I know he didn't grab any of my gear, weapons, or clothing. And unless you want me running the streets of wherever the hell he drops us off at in this." She motioned down to her clothes, "We may have a small problem." The two continued down another hall before making a left and stopping in front of the third door on the right. Not bothering to answer her question the Captain opened up the room greeting the two to a white based room with a twin sized bed- awww no windows with a beautiful view of the surrounding area. The female thought quite sarcastically, "It seems that my question is answered." The Sergeant made her way into the room and the bag that sat in the middle of it. "Look at that, he went out of his way to get my gear and weapons. Can't say the same for uniforms." Fletcher/Fox mused glancing at the open closet.

"Make yourself feel at home fox. The rest of the hounds are out in the rec room if you want to meet them."

"Captain." The female called over her shoulder as she brought herself back to her feet, "As much as I am sure you love being called that. And even though I know damn well you know my name, I do say some introduction is needed. Unless of course, you want me to keep the first impression I have of ya." Walking over to the man who hadn't had enough time to even turn around Fox brought her hand out for a shake, "Master Sergeant Sophitia "Fox" Fletcher." First the Russian accented Captain merely looked down at the extended hand; finally he had his grasp hers firmly.

"Captain John "Soap" MacTavish." With that the two shook and he took his leave. Shutting the door behind him Fox made her way back over to the bag. It had to have been an old issued bag, the last time she had seen one like this was back when she was in high school and she had used the one her father carried around for Desert Storm. It was the old issued AG415 color, and was literally just a cylinder. Which didn't bother her; she unlatched the hook and opened up the four folds. She nearly jumped at the site that greeted her, key word nearly. Obviously the General hadn't cared too much if the damn thing blew up on its way over here, all her claymores and semtex's looked as if they were just chucked inside the bag on the bottom. Before she could get to them she pulled out her .50 Cal silenced sniper, which luckily still had the silencer on it…one couldn't possibly imagine how easy it was to lose those damn things. The next thing she pulled out was her UMP and tact knife, followed by her M1911 placing that next to the tact knife Fox carefully took out the five claymores that were in the bag, three semtex grenades, and two flash bangs. "All that needed to happen was one little slip, where something latched onto the semtex fuse and pulled it off. Then boom."

Shaking her head the female put her 50 Cal under her bed, her M1911 and tact knife under her pillow and UMP on the side of the bed against the wall. Currently she was eyeing the claymores, flash bangs, and semtex's…what to do with you little darlings. The female thought to herself before shrugging while walking over to the closet placing them on the surface above the hangers. It was then when she noted all the more extra gear that she would have to lug around while on these missions for this group. The rangers weren't that bad, I could manage there- and I am sure I can here…I just never had such a variety. She smirked at the last word; there were all sorts of pockets on the uniforms along with belts that could carry more. What she couldn't help but notice was all the AK ammo that was in the closet. I can't name that many people who would carry around and AK but I s'pose it has something to do with "when I run outta ammo for my gun." Type situation.

Feeling as if you were being watched was something the sniper had grown accustom to, it was something many people grew accustom to do in her field of business. Spinning on her heel the female threw herself onto the man that was standing behind her, obviously trying to scare the tar out of her. "Shit…" Was all the man managed to get out before the two hit the ground. The sight may have been comical for the man on the floor had the woman not had her fist held up ready to slam down on his face. "Chill out, damn." Tilting her head to the left slightly, much like that of a confused dog just not as notable, the female figured the man was no threat. As she zoned out of attack zone she was able to pick up the sound of laughter outside of her door, only further proving that. "Feisty bugger aren't ya."

"You are the second one to call me that upon meeting me." Fox mumbled as she got up off the man before leaning back on a nearby wall. "Now who the hell are ya, and the hell ya doing here bugging 'lil o me." Watching the man as he pulled himself up the female made sure to catch every detail about the Canadian accented man. He stood taller than her, perhaps by a couple of inches, he was unarmed at the time aside from his pistol, seemed to be good friends with the guy out in the hall who had yet to formally introduce himself as well…all in all the female was unsure of what to think of the two.

"Well that was one hell of a welcoming party, don't you think?" Finally the man outside of the door made his presence known, a slight British accent was more than evident as he spoke. "So I guess Ghost wasn't bitching about nothing, the FNG is a lady. Very much so." A slight blush swept across the snipers features as she quickly crossed her arms and glared. Not giving up his strong front the man walked over to her and held out his right hand, "They call me Royce around here." As odd as if felt the woman pulled out her right hand to shake, it seemed like just in the rangers the right hand was dominant.

"Fox. Who the hell is the moron?" Something about Royce made the female want to speak to him more than the moron on the floor. As usual Fox followed her gut more than she did logic. Shaking she couldn't help but smirk as Royce chuckled.

"The moron would be another member of the one four one, Meat is his call name." Royce replied as the two pulled their hands away from one another, "A good friend of mine." Almost instantly after he finished that sentence the women scoffed, "What?"

"Yeah, what?"

"How the hell do the two of you get along, this guy screams arrogance and annoyance. You're mellow and easier to talk to." Royce chuckled while Meat sent a glare in the female's direction. "Sorry but if you were expecting an innocent little gal you are quite mistaken." Stretching out her shoulder the female couldn't help but smirk, in a way she could tell that although Meat was more than annoyed- in a way she was on his good side.

"We came down to bring you down to the rec room." Meat spoke up swinging his arm around her shoulders earning him a low growl. "Feisty, feisty. Come on we are like the welcoming party." Royce gave her a quick sympathetic look before nudging his head toward the door, "Come on you have to meet the rest of us eventually." Shrugging the woman rolled her eyes before smirking.

"On one condition." Fox replied, Royce glanced over at Meat the two nodding at her was all the female needed. "The only time I will ever go out there to join you and the other hounds, is if the both of you take me kicking and screaming." Fox instantly regretted what she said out loud the second the two grinned from ear to ear.

"Deal."

Time skip

The rec room was nothing like what she had truly expected, in a way she was expecting a room with just some tables setting around. Instead she found that the One four one had pretty much a full bar room to themselves, which seemed like a bit for a small looking group. This one room alone made her question if there were only truly one or two squads full of this team. When she had entered she could quickly feel the liveliness drain out of the room and all the occupants eyes on her. Soap was in there sitting next to some other man; who were looking at a folder before attention was drawn to the three. Must be the Second in command. Looks like a total – "The man next to Captain is the Second in command, Simon "Ghost" Riley."

"Lovely, I see a very bright future for the two of us." Meat snickered as the two escorted her to an empty table. She noted it wasn't too far from the captain but wasn't the furthest. "You know I think I am going to like this room." The female snickered as Meat left to go get drinks for the table.

"Be careful Royce, we don't want the FNG to be wasted for training tomorrow." Quickly the woman spun around on her chair her hazel eyes piercing into the browns across the room. For a minute the two held eye contact, in the end Fox won the battle as he backed down to turn to his friends and converse.

"Now don't go killing your teammates." Royce joked patting her on the shoulder, half expecting some sort of threat for the physical contact. "We might need the idiot in the future." She couldn't help but smirk at his British accent there was just something about the Brits that forced the female to listen to them. Before she could spit something back about the sergeant Meat brought down three large pitchers of Vodka, the smell gave it away. "Had to go get the strong stuff didn't ya?"

"My logic, if the girl is gonna drag us down with her in order for her to make an appearance down here. I might as well have a good time," The man chuckled, Fox could quickly tell by the scent rolling out of his mouth, that he had more than a couple drinks before returning to the table. "And if I brought some wine or some light shit, I figured the Fox would sock me in the groin or something." A snicker from the red head confirming that his intuition was indeed correct.

Bringing up the pitcher to her lips the female took a quick chug of the Vodka, going completely against what past experience told her to do. She wasn't the best at holding her liquor and making sense, but she was pretty good at holding it down - making her the ideal person to play shots or quarters with. Yet not the best to hold in depth important conversations with anyone for anyone set period of time. "So Fox, tell us about yourself." Royce spoke up, proving to be the mature one of the situation, having drunk maybe a cup of the vodka that was in the pitcher handed to him. Fox brought her hazel gaze to his deep browns with a brow arched; it was more than obvious that the female was not in the right mind after such a 'small' portion of liquor she had devoured.

"'bout life? me past experiences, 'lationsips, 'er childhood love?" Royce wanting to take advantage of the situation chose not to, he knew better than to take advantage of the female. "Hi, love?" Before Royce could even begin to ask questions about the FNG it seemed that a certain Ghost was showing interested in the female. It was more than obvious that he was in one of his sober states, well in all's truth it seemed like only the Captain could tell when the man was a little off. From how he was acting it seemed, at least it did to Royce, like he was completely sober and just taking advantage of the situation.

The table was quiet, from the looks of it even though Ghost was showing his interest he wasn't in any mood to get to know the female or even bother to acknowledge anyone's presence at the table. It wasn't like there was much to acknowledge Meat was long gone before he had even returned with the drink, Fox had definitely seen better days, and well he wasn't too fawn of the Ghost of the group. "Your name, is a start?" Fox had been in the middle of chugging a good half of the remaining pitcher had the pitcher up in the air and her eyes glancing over at him for a long while before blinking twice and setting the cup down.

"Master Sergeant Fletcher, S." The smirk that played on her lips was quite enticing; there was just something about the way she was looking at him. Snap out of it Royce, you are the good guy here. Hell she would more than likely castrate your ass even in her drunken state. "N'thing else, love?" The table grew quiet for a good minute, sensing that there wouldn't be a question from the man for a while the Fox picked up the pitcher again. This time she was stopped by surprisingly the XO. "Ад вы думаете вы?" Royce himself was quite stunned, the once drunken stupid woman seemed to have regained all of her senses he eyes were glaring through the visors that Ghost had on and deep into his soul- or at least that would be how he felt under those eyes. Upon looking at Ghost, Royce quickly figured that the XO may have thought different, he didn't seem bothered by the woman's response, then again with how much of his face covered it was damn hard to tell what he was feeling at any point in time.

"I am your executive officer..." Before he could finish the woman thrashed her arm out of the XO's arms and took another gulp. "Since the Commander has stepped out I do believe that puts me in charge." Perhaps it was because the five of them were left, that being Ozone, Meat, Ghost, Fox, and himself. This had to be the first time he had seen the XO bother with someone when there were so little people around and nothing had been done wrong-aside from disobeying a silent order. Bright future, eh? Though the scene before him would seem to be the main thing on his mind, it was not. Instead his mind was revolving around the Russian that spewed out of the American's mouth.

Ghost Point of View

Normally being called out to the rec room didn't bother him, unless of course, it had something to do with a FNG. There was just something about them that Ghost could not stand, whether it be that they were completely new to the One four one or he was just not a people person. But this one case was pissing him off to no end, "You've got to be kidding me." He spat growled over at the Captain who had handed him the file but seconds ago. "A woman?"

"Shepard picked 'em for a reason Ghost, he picked all of us. Give the FNG a break." Out of everyone Ghost knew damn well that Soap knew he would have the biggest problem with the change. Not bothering with another word the Lieutenant took another shot as more of the gang made their way into the rec room.

"Any other information on the FNG?" He finally asked going over the paper with more detail this time through. "From the U.S. huh?" MacTavish replied with a short 'Da' just before Ghost spoke up once more. "Only Twenty-Four? With all her other affiliations I was not expecting a kid." MacTavish may have wanted to add something after the comment but Ghost once again beat him to speaking. "Wait, look at this Soap."

As more of the Task Force entered the room Ghost knew the guys were complete and total morons but after a good couple of years working with the guys it was more than obvious that something that deep in their blood was not going to be changed. If there was one thing he did learn about the gang it was that there was no reason for unexplainable random silences when they were drinking, so when the room quickly went from annoying loud to dead silent…he knew something was up. Both he and the Captain glanced up at the same time; he noticed this with his peripherals. Right then and there he could tell that the female and him were not going to get along, just simply how she was holding herself up pissed him off.

Here this woman was trampling into guy territory expecting respect from everyone in the room. Ghost was not about to oblige her in any way shape of form, just like any other FNG he wasn't about to baby the girl. Woman or not. She was still an expendable in his eyes a liability that could cost his men their lives. Medic or not he was going to make her life hell. "Play nice," Without turning his head Simon glanced over at the Captain and smirked under his balaclava mask. Turning around he looked back down at the file and was greeted with a page of blackened out lines that had perplexed even the Captain. "I will go get this checked, I am sure I ain't going to get shit out of Shepard but he shouldn't not expect me to bring this to his attention." Now standing Ghost could feel John's eyes looking down at him, "Again, play nice. Last thing we need is a medic/sniper who is second guessing herself." With that John left the room to speak with the General, leaving him with a group of riled up idiots.

As he scanned the room Ghost couldn't help but look forward to the next day's morning training. Half the men were long past gone, doing one retarded stunt or another. Finally his gaze fell upon the table with the woman who didn't seem to have taken but a sip out of the pitcher and was already eying Royce up and down. Annoyed more than anything the Lieutenant stood up and made his way over to the table, it was about time that the girl was put in place. Luckily he had made his way over to the table while Royce was in the middle of some sort of thinking process, he had also managed to sit down before either of the three even looked at him. "Hi, Love?"

For a first impression the girl was not giving him any reason to think high of her in at any means possible. Choosing to stick to his natural way Ghost sat to the right of the female and stayed quiet to sit and listen to what the hell was going on. The table was silent and he couldn't help but wonder what it was that was going on, luckily his eyes were quickly distracted by the female as she began to chug down the rest of what was left in the pitcher. "Your name, is a start?" Royce managed out quite curiously and interested then again he was sure that Meat would be too if he and Ozone weren't playing shots two tables over.

"Master Sergeant Fletcher, S." The woman finally answered after setting down her pitcher, after a moment of silence she spoke up again. "N'thing else, love?" Picking up the alcohol filled container the Master Sergeant began to chug it down, when she had gotten about halfway through he figured he would hear it from Soap if he didn't do something to prevent the FNG from being completely wasted for training in the morning. Because of that he brought his arm up and grasped her wrist stopping any and all movement from happening, which earned him a quick quite sober reply. "The hell do you think ye think you are?" Arching a brow the Lieutenant already knew where this was going, it was going to go downhill and damn fast at that.

"I am your executive officer..." The Lieutenant quickly spat back earning him a quick confused response from the female. Instead of bringing the pitcher back down she thrashed her arm out of his grasp and took another gulp. "Since the Commander has stepped out I do believe that puts me in charge." Perhaps it was the feistiness of the female, no it had to be that. Again the table found itself at a standstill, as if some sort of dominance ploy was going on between the man and woman. He had locked eyes with her, but he knew the female was just figuring he had- with the way her eyes were scanning the glasses he knew that she could feel his sights on her but couldn't quite match him with her own. "Go home." It was a simple order, that was all it was supposed to be it had worked so many other times with other FNG's of course they would simply go to their room since they didn't have the option of leaving.

"To hell with you and your damn balaclava," with that the female stood up and exited the room with Royce dragging Meat down to their rooms minutes later. Ozone was out on the floor, he was sure Royce would be back for him the Sergeant always managed to take care of the group of rowdy men. This left Ghost to himself, now he didn't know much about the woman personally…but if she was even slightly the same tempered as she was when she was next near to passed out drunk he was going to find interest in harassing her the next morning.

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