London, England
Valerie 'Blaze' Foster
I walked slowly down the hall towards the mess. Today was Saturday, one of my days off of work. It was a hot, hot summer day in England. I wore a simple white tank top, a pair of short denim shorts, and my military boots. What? What would you wear? Anyways, I was walking down the hall, minding my own business when a flash-bang landed in front of the floor next to me. Instantly reacting, I plugged me ears, and closed my eyes tight, avoiding its affects. "WHAT THE HELL?" I screamed. When I opened my eyes, Ghost, Meat, and Royce were holding feathers, honey, and a bucket of paint. "What the fuck?" I barely finished my sentence before Meat grabbed my arms and held them behind my back. Ghost and Royce began throwing honey on me. "You little shits!" I yelled. Then the feathers came. Ghost threw white little feathers on me, and Royce began laughing like a maniac as he opened the can of paint. No, no, no, no, NO! Royce tipped the pink paint over right on my hair. That did it. I wasn't a black belt in karate for nothing. I elbowed Meat in the chest, and spin kicked Royce in the stomach. Both Royce, and Meat were groaning on the ground, and that left me and Ghost. "Prank war? Really?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips. He laughed his little sexy British laugh. "It's on, sweetheart." Oh, I forgot. No one else really knew about us two yet, even though our anniversary was a few weeks ago. I took a fighting stance, preparing to fight. "You can't be bloody serious. I can't fight a-" I punched him square in the nose.
He threw a punch, but I blocked it and knocked him in the stomach. He got me in the arm, but I kicked him with my good foot. I guess he didn't want to hurt me, because he ran off down the hall. I was still wet from the paint, and I didn't want it to dry in my hair. I let him off easily, but this wasn't over…
3 hours later…
"All right, shit lords. Roll call!"
I checked off names as I went down the list on my clip board.
"Archer?"
"Yo!"
"Chemo?"
"Here!"
"Toad?"
"Yeah?"
"Rocket?"
"Here!"
"Worm?"
"WAT UP?"
"Okay guys. You are my most trusted friends in the 141." Lie, Ghost is. But he's being a dick wad, so… "And we have declared a Prank War!" Everyone responded in an Indian call. We were kind of in Rocket and Worm's room, and people down the hall could probably hear us. "Quiet! Here's the plan,"
The next day…
This wasn't the best plan, considering that Chemo and I were hanging from the ceiling of the armory. Holding a clip of flash-bangs, nobody would suspect an attack from the roof. "Ghost and Meat are headed your way!" Archer spoke quietly into the walky-talky. Cracking 2 flash-bangs, I held them until I saw the two. They were walking cautiously, until they heard Worm scream, "NOW!" I threw the flash-bangs to the floor and grabbed my duct tape.
Rappelling down through the cloud of smoke was easy, but we had to restrain them, and clip a comm onto their uniform to hear their future plans of attack. We used to use the same technique back in my SAS days, but it backfired, and let's just say that I lost one of my commanding officers trying to battle it off.
I unhooked my rappel line, and landed square on Ghost's shoulders. He tried to throw me off, but he was still stunned, and probably couldn't hear Meat's obnoxious screaming. As if it were his last defense, Ghost fell to the floor. He got to his feet, clearly able to see now. He lunged at me, grabbed my legs, and tackled me. I looked next to me, and saw that Chemo was having the same problem as me. Chemo frowned at me, then nodded, and gave Meat the Vulcan pinch. Meat stopped twitching instantly. Ghost looked at me, then a look of realization appeared behind his mask. I Vulcan pinched him, and he went still. "Damn, that Canadian sure is strong." Chemo commented. I clipped the comm into one of Ghost's pockets.
Ghost is going to be one angry Brit when he wakes up.
London, England
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Bloody hell, was my first thought when I woke up. Our mission was to grab a few flashes, and BB guns, but they were waiting for us. Somehow, they knew.
"Son of a bitch," Meat said groggily. I didn't even know that Blaze knew how to do the Vulcan. Or that she would use it on me. Oh yeah, forgot. WE'RE IN A BLOODY PRANK WAR! As long as we didn't get Captain Mactavish in this, everyone would survive this. If I could only tell you about the last prank war. Meat was in the medical wing for about a month before he was able to walk again. 'Tavish was the best pranker on the base. Either way, we couldn't let him join Blaze's side.
I didn't mean to start a full scale on 'prank war'. I just wanted to have some fun with Blaze. And I mean fun. After she washed herself off, she would go back to our shared quarters, and I would be there, waiting for her. But you can't think an army woman was the same as a regular. Don't get me wrong. I've probably only had about 3 girlfriends in my entire lifetime before I joined the army. Since then, I couldn't arrange a schedule for it. Poor Flame (a specialist) has a beautiful wife, and 3 kids to care for. I couldn't imagine one day telling my kids that I would always come home to them, and the next not coming home for Christmas. Blaze was everything I ever wanted. Sure she had a huge potty mouth, and a habit of nearly getting herself killed every single mission we go on, but She was funny, caring, loving, brave, and not to mention had a nice trigger finger.
Meat pulled himself steadily off of the floor. My neck still hurt from the hard pinch, but it all connected to me, and how if was my own fault. "Should we report back at headquarters?" I asked. It took Meat awhile to compose himself. "Yeah, we should tell Royce that we need more recruits." He replied. We finally got to our feet, and walked towards the barracks. We met in Meat and Royce's room, where 'headquarters' was. Once inside, Royce immediately pulled us in. "What happened?" he asked. We told him the whole story. He brought us over to the bed where there were blue prints to the base. "Now, we don't know who they already have. But she will diffidently have Archer, and Worm on her side. Chemo, and Toad, maybe. I don't know about Rocket. So we'll have to find their base, and tackle their plans." He concluded. He gave us a quick preview of who we needed to get on our side.
I walked to the showers to wash off the day, but when I removed my shirt, a small chip the size of my thumb fell to the ground. Shite. Before I could say anything, a sharp pinch exploded into the croon of my neck, and I blacked out.
London, England
Valerie 'Blaze' Foster
I looked at the now unconscious man below me. I took the chip back, and put it in my pocket. I put his shirt back on, and helped his body over to the bench. Someone would eventually come by, and wake him up, assuming that he fell asleep.
Not making a sound in the now cool night air, I simply went through the crowded base unnoticed by the crowd of men going to the mess hall. Getting a tray of mashed potatoes, steak, and a pear, I plunked my tray down next to Rocket. He nodded at me, and I have him a peace sign. Mission accomplished!