Who Cares Who Wins?

(Rewrite, just because I noticed certain screw ups)

This is my first COD fanfic but I will give it a go and see how it goes, I loved the campaign of all the modern warfare's the multiplayer I didn't like so much lol but I hope you like this intro and I will continue to post as when I complete it. I don't own the call of Duty franchise but I do own my characters. Hope you enjoy.

I stood on the edge of the platform just waiting for my turn on the kill house; it was a layout I knew well it was modelled on a three storey town house. Most rooms were a carbon copy of the floor below with the standard six foot tall there foot wide doors, I could see everyone running the gauntlet on the monitors their gunshots were echoing around the room, bouncing off the walls it sounded like they were everywhere all at once but their tight grouping moved efficiently through the building.

I am Corporal 'Anchor' Jacks, 22nd SAS, I passed selection no problem, I've been with the regiment for a few months run ops like everyone else I think everyone now actually excepts me in the squad, I was actually invited to the pub the other night, but now the mood in the base in Credenhill had changed like something big was going down and I was being kept in the dark. Then again I was used to it from my time in the Royal Marines.

What is it too be a soldier? A warrior? I questioned as I sat loading the rounds into the MP5 waiting for my run, each nine millimetre round simply clipped into place after the previous, I could hear the shouts of the men on the range as they were on the final floor of the building. I looked down at my arms which were draped in my tattoos were built up over my time in the marines turning my body into a mural of the sacrifice the boys and I made. My left arm had my old cap badge the globe, crown, lion and wreath, inked in black it was my mark after my first night in the Marines but I don't actually remember how I got it. My right had the anchor, reminding me of the sea faring nature of the Commandos the tattoo received an update since I left the marines it had moss and seaweed added to make it look more weathered like it had been there a while.. Well people mostly see the parades and the flashy uniforms with the blue sashes that alert the world that the Royal Marines have come to play but I know every Marine doesn't go to those parades and receive their tour medals because we were there to get them, no we go to every parade bearing the lives of every comrade we lost in the line of duty every bullet we put over at the enemy was to keep the guy's to your left and right safe not for the queen, not for the government and not for that shiny piece of metal that we get given after the parade.

I stood next to Wallcroft a younger man than I but not by much he had been in REME for years and finally decided to go for the big leagues, he looked over to me and nodded as if to ask me if I was ready to run the gauntlet. I nodded in response and we leapt onto the ropes. Being a Marine I didn't think selection would pose much of a challenge but oh boy was I wrong. It was by far the hardest thing I have ever undertaken. I can't delve into the facts about it but it wasn't good for me. The training helped forge me into a death dealing dark demon that could stop the evil of the world with a single shot.

The fast rope in was to give us the impression that we had been inserted by helo. As we both hit the deck I kicked in the door and put a burst into each target in the downstairs hallway, calling back to Wallcroft who burst into the front room and annihilated the hostiles inside. I moved up on the dining room and kitchen while Wallcroft covered the stairs. We made our way up onto the first floor and onto the landing.

My time in the Marines was full I did three tours of Iraq in 2005 to 2007 and then four tours in Afghanistan from 2008 to 2012 when I joined the regiment. My first tour of Iraq was pretty quiet nothing really too bad just over seeing the presidential elections and making sure everything went smoothly, aside from a few mortar teams and a few contacts but aside from that it was a relatively quiet time.

We were informed of hostages up on the first floor as well as the second, so we flashbanged both of the bedrooms on the first floor and cleared them just before filing up on the bottom step ready to storm the final floor.

My time in Afghanistan however was a whole different ball game from Iraq, contacts from dawn till dusk and rocket attacks at three in the morning putting you on stag for the whole night but still it was brilliant we could do everything we were trained to be Marines and not be policemen constantly like we were in Iraq. But when I lost the boys I just became angered towards the people of the country and became ruthless when fighting the enemy I couldn't help myself it just happened the fight had to be taken to the enemy for good. I couldn't however over ride my superiors who sent me home on R&R for a few weeks before sending me back out into hell, in those two weeks my life back home literally fell apart, my girlfriend left, I fell out with my mum and my granddad died. So yeah, shitty home coming.

I followed Wallcroft up onto the second floor where we were met by a single door, I stacked up on one side as he did the other. I counted down and on one I kicked in the door as Wallcroft threw a chained flash in, the cracks from the bang were still going off as I pushed into the room I fired into both the target on my side and Wallcroft mirrored on his. As the dust settled three of us stood in the room, Wallcroft, me and our superior officer, who stood with his arms, crossed not looking impressed and completely unfazed by the flashbangs and live round passing inches from his body. He only uttered two words to us, "not bad," before we made our way back downstairs and out the front door securing the building.

I made my way back to my billet on the base it was the NCO billet with full complements courtesy of the Special Air Service, including running water, an uncomfortable bed and a working shower room. I walked into the shower in full kit and just threw it out as I undressed leaving it in a heap as I pressed the shiny silver button on the wall which released the torrent of water. When I returned from that tour I knew I had to do something to get my mind out so I decided to join the SAS at 32 I knew I would be one of the older boys doing it but I was a Marine and we don't fail.

As I washed I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror something I rarely did now due to the monster I was convinced I had become but I bore witness to the tattoos my back had splayed across it. The SA-80 stood upright with boots at the bottom and dog tags slung around the top, to the left had the marine oath "I, Arthur Jacks swear by Almighty God that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, Her Heirs and Successors, and that I will, as in duty bound, honestly and faithfully defend Her Majesty, Her Heirs and Successors, in Person, Crown and Dignity against all enemies, and will observe and obey all orders of Her Majesty, Her Heirs and Successors, and of the generals and officers set over me." And on the right I had the names of all the marines killed that day. I had my marks and I knew the regiment would leave its own. I waited for the water to stop flowing and then dripped dry standing in the water which was slowly draining down the plughole.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter or intro whatever you want to call it I will be posting as and when its done but for now please review and tell me what you thought of it.