This is my first real fanfic. Yay for me! If you are reading this, I love you for giving me a chance. A few notes before we speak. This was a spontaneous thing that came from my imagination after playing Call of Duty one day. I was all like, what if the big bad boys found a(little ish) girl on a mission? Hmm… Well, takes place somewhere in Modern Warfare 2 before everyone starts dying on us! :*( Listen, most characters probably seem a bit off, but I have a few OC's in here. Doc is a medic, who works in the infirmary. Then, we have my other one. You will find out about that later. The characters may seem a bit off for you though, because even though I know all about them, they are never really extended on in the game. So I let their personalities take off a bit. And if you wonder why I don't use quite correct CoD speak, I can never manage to do cool stuff like that without screwing up royally. As for everything else, sorry that the formatting is off. I hate you computer! Thanks for giving me a try! I won't beg for reviews, but they would be great! I love constructive criticism.
The sound of gunfire and bombs shook the air around them. A heavily armed figure waved his hand forward, yelling something to other figures close behind him. The group of three ducked behind an overturned car, the man in front leaping over to return fire at their enemies. This man in front wore a mask, it appeared, a ghastly grinning skull. One of the men behind him, smaller, yelled something at him. "Ghost, how many more are there?" The man, Ghost, ducked back behind the car, gunfire not ceasing. "Roach, how in bloody hell would I know that?" The man obviously thought better than to respond, and shot a round over the car also. He ducked down, panting. Ghost clicked another magazine into his gun. They were in no way low on ammo, but the man checked anyway.
They were in the middle of an abandoned street, lined with tall buildings and even a few houses. Well, nearly abandoned. "How much further?" Ghost yelled in the direction of the third member of the party. The muscular man looked at a piece of paper in his hands, and yelled back over the sound of gunfire. "That building over there! We just have to get them to get the hell away from us!" Yelled the third figure. No one asked who 'them' was, as it was obviously those who were firing at them. The smallest of the three was breathing heavy, and then firing over the top of the car. To Roaches ears, it sounded like the gunfire was ebbing. If it was, they were very lucky.
Roach clipped another magazine into his gun, looking over at Ghost. The man was looking at a building just across and down a bit from their location. The man turned to look back at him, the grinning skull not betraying what Simon Riley was truly feeling. "Roach, Meat, get ready to go for that building!" Roach glanced over at Meat, seeing how tightly the gloved hands gripped the gun he was holding. Roach took a deep breath, and tensed as he saw Ghost get ready to bolt.
Ghost leaped to his feet, spraying bullets at the few hostiles that remained standing as he bolted for a building a little over twenty feet away. He heard the sprinting footfalls behind him, along with their gunfire, and knew that his friends were right on his tail. They reached the door of the building just as the last of the hostile gunfire was fading. Were they lucky enough that they were retreating? It appeared so, and Ghost wasn't about to question it. He turned back slightly, nearly having Roach bump into him. "Watch it, Roach!" He yelled. The man nodded, his eyes focused on the areas where moments earlier they were being shot at from. Ghost yelled to the pair behind him. "Spread out! It is in their somewhere! Call when you find it, clear the building!" The two behind him nodded.
Roach noted that Ghost was the first to rush into the building, gun held in ready hands. Roach followed directly after him, jumping over the small pile of rubble that had once been a door. The insides of the building shown it might have once been a shop of some sort, but things were in such char and disarray that it was hard to tell exactly what it had been. Roach held his gun in tight hands, knowing his knuckles would be white were they not covered in black tactical gloves. He heard a yell to his left as he entered yet another room, and barely had time to lock in on the enemy before firing. The man fell to the ground with a thump, and Roach rushed towards his location. He kicked the gun away from the dead body, his eyes scanning the area to see if it held the Intel they needed. There was no telltale laptop to be seen, so Roach moved with silence and stamina to the next room through a charred and broken wide doorway.
He barely had the chance to breathe before he noted something else moving. He swung the muzzle of his gun and that direction, poising to shoot, only to find the man locked in his sights was a familiar one.
Ghost glowered at Roach, though he doubted the man could see through the dark tinted glasses. "Watch where you point that bloody thing, Roach" he hissed at the man. It appeared this was a bigger room at the back of the shop. Or what had once been a shop, and the threesome had joined there. "Is the building clear?" Ghost heard the rough voice of Meat ask. He nodded. "I got two tangos down in the other room, no Intel. Roach?" The man shook his head. "One tango, no Intel. It has to be in this room." Ghost let his gun rest at his side. The room was quiet, but it appeared as though a tornado had ripped through it. There were papers all over the place, furniture and chairs knocked over and knocked askew. Roach muttered something, and Ghost whipped in his direction. "What is it?" Roach shrugged, nudging some overturned items with the tip of his boot. "It's just that this was probably someone's place. They probably ran a shop or something, now they're dead somewhere for sure. Why do they have to go and damn tear everything up like they do?" Ghost shook his head. "I don't know. But it doesn't matter. We have to find that Intel. Shepherd wants it, we came here for it, and we aren't leaving without it. Understand?" Roach nodded, and kicked another piece of toppled and destroyed furniture. Ghost turned his head and went to the other side of the room where things looked a little bit more intact, and continued to look for the laptop that held some secrets that they needed. He shook his head, and took a deep breath. This could take a while.
Roach shook his head and scowled in disgust. Why did the damn Russians have to screw it up all the time? He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. It was hot and tiring, and the gear weighing him down seemed to stick to him. He saw a table that was still upright next to a positive heap of furniture and stuff, and on the table was a heaping of papers and what looked like a jacket. Roach picked his way through the stuff around him and walked over to the table. He used his arm to sweep all the papers to the floor and cried out in delight as he saw the sleek form of a laptop on the table top. "Yes!" He cried out, and Meat and Ghost turned to face him. "I got it!" He informed them, smiling. Meat let out a breath, and Ghost shrugged in a way that signified a job well done. Roach, out of sheer delight, kicked the tall pile of what used to be chairs next to him. "Screw you, Makarov!" He cheered quietly. The pile budged a bit, the top one on the pile of wreckage falling to the other side, still unexplored, of the pile. A small cry came out as the chair toppled. It took less than a second for all three members of the team to grab their guns, the laptop forgotten with the sound of another being in the room.
Roach looked to Ghost for the briefest of moments, noticing the lieutenant advancing. He heard Ghost's voice call out. "Hey! Who's there? Show yourself! We will not hesitate to shoot!" Roach felt his fingers instinctively tighten, prepping to pull the trigger. If it was one of Makarov's men, they would not hesitate to shoot either. Instead he heard another quiet cry, and saw the pile move. A figures head was just visible above the pile, and it appeared to be trying to run away through the destroyed room. "Hey!" Ghost called out, and yelled for Roach to go after it. It took no effort to catch up to the struggling figure. First of all, it appeared to be limping badly, going no more than a pained walk. The next thing Roach noticed, it was very small. Within a short second or two, he was directly behind it, and he used both of his gloved hands to grab it, pinning its arms to its sides. It shrieked a high and whining sound. "NO!" It cried, actually cried, apparent sobs coming from its mouth as Roach gripped it. This wasn't one of Makarov's men… it was a girl!
Woow, short chapter, sorry! Thought it would be longer, but wanted this cliffie to keep yall reading! (Not that I wont be updating in like, 5 minutes, because this is the only way I know to make chapters!)