Hey readers! I'm back with another story, and I just now came up this. So I've always wanted to do something with a combination of the things I enjoy. Which obviously is Call of Duty... And Homestuck! Since I made a fan art of Dave and Ghost, I just knew I had to make something out of it. But there unfortunately is no Ghost in the story you're about to read. However there are Ghosts! But yeah, getting to the AU details now.

AU Details: Instead of Dallas getting overrun (If you remember the beginning of Brave New World) it's going to be Houston instead since that's Dave's home town. I know that ODIN already struck Houston in Ghost stories. But it's all AU people. I'll be updating the AU details later on so stay tuned for that. But other than that, hope ya like it :)

Oh! And I'm typing and posting this on a plane! How cool is that? :3

Update: Good lord. Really glad I'm revising this shit.

?: Be the kid on the roof

You hope the apprehensiveness would go away at some point. You've had it almost the entire day, yet nothing suspicious filled the air. People you looked down on from the rooftop of your apartment appeared to be enjoying the rest of their evening as the sun began to fade away, your Bro was out for the moment or he could possibly be back (You really don't pay attention to what he does around the small apartment), and all remained peaceful. Though you keep feeling that something is going to happen. You don't think. You know. A sudden chill crept down your spine as a cool breeze brushed gently passed by. You sigh to yourself before turning your gaze back to the sunset. You take off your shades to get a better view of the explosion of colors blooming in the distance. It helps you relax just a little bit, and you tap the tip of your foot against the graveled roof. On a summer day like this, you don't know what could go wrong. Maybe you just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe you're just tired. Maybe there's just something in the air that's throwing you off. You really don't know. When your eyes begin to burn at the brightness of the sun, you finally choose to put your shades back on. You looked down again, trying to just relax and watch all the tiny people below you.

Though without a warning, the tornado siren not too far from your apartment begins to blare off. Confused, you looked up at the sky, yet there were no strong winds or nasty-looking clouds. The people below you had stopped what they were doing as well, looking at each other in a daze, some were running inside the nearby buildings as if to protect themselves from the unknown. You back away slowly, looking around anxiously before taking off into the apartment, descending down the long stares before finally getting to your floor and room.

When you burst through the door, your Bro was standing in the living room and looking at the television. "Bro, what's going on-?"

"Shh!" He stopped you where you were, and you both paid attention to the tv screen, which had a white text saying, EAS. CIVIL EMERGENCY MESSAGE FOR YOUR AREA UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.

Then you heard voice of something that sounded like a text-to-speech bot, "The following message is transmitted at the request of the United States Office of Civil Defense. At 7:30 PM Central Time, military surveillance satellites detected foreign activity along the border of Texas-"

Bro moved you out of the living room and towards your own rooms down in the hall, you nearly trip, losing your cool, "Bro, what's happening?"

"Didn't you hear, little man?" He shoots you an unreadable look, probably because of those pointy shades blocking his expression. But he sounded pretty freaked out as he continued, "We're being threatened, which means we can't stay here and wait to get killed." He almost pushes you into your room, "Find whatever you can carry. Food, drinks, clothes. Don't bring anything that'll weight you down.

You obeyed and searched eagerly around your room for your backpack. It was sitting at the foot of your bed, which you quickly unzipped and emptied all of the educational things and stuff out, as those really didn't seem necessary to keep during the summer any way. With that emptied, you run over to your closet, finding a few bottles of apple juice which who knows how long they've been in there. Having a love for the fruity goodness, you of course packed it in and walked over to the desk. You saw that John was trying to pester him about another one of his shitty movies with Nic Cage and all of that flim flam. You were about to respond, but you have no idea how long it would take for you to explain that your hometown is being attacked.

Your shaded eyes gazed over to a picture buried under some comics and papers. Reaching over and pulling it out, you saw that it was an old picture of you and your friends, and the memories of that summer flashed before your eyes. Though you live far apart from each other, you all managed to schedule a bit of a play date around the Fourth of July a few years back. Starting from the left, Rose, wearing a patriotic headband with stars sticking out, had an arm wrapped around the nerd in glasses, better known as John, who too was wearing shutter glasses with the same theme as Rose's. He was nudged closely to you, and wrapped around you was Jade. All looked cheerful accept for you since... Well you'd rather just keep your cool together. You stuffed it into the back pocket of your backpack and rushed back out into the kitchen.

When you opened the fridge, dozens of Bro's swords came spilling out. God dammit. You and your swords, bro... But where does he even keep the food? Do we even have food?

You look anxiously around through the cupboards. Hell, you even check the oven. Though as you opened the top cabinet, you finally found an unopened bag of chips, which you grabbed, nearly falling off the counter. As you hopped down, your Bro came back into the room, Lil' Cal wrapped around his shoulders, a sword in one hand and his red, flame patterned Rocket Board.

He looks down down at the bundle of scattered swords on the floor, and sets the board down, reaching for one of them. "Catch, little man," he tosses the sword to you.

You drop the chips to catch the sword, and you give Bro a look even though he can't exactly see it through your aviators. He's never really let you touch his swords. "You sure?"

"It's better than that dull piece of shit hanging in your room," he shrugged, though he had a point. He gestured his head towards the exit, "Now let's go, roof now-"

Just as Bro finished, both of you are blown away by a violent gust of debris blowing up from the exit. You hit the wall, stunned for a minute as your hear the desperate shouts coming from your older brother, "Dave! DAVID! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!"

You cough dryly, "I'm fine… Holy shit..."

When you find the strength to get up and walk, you search for your bro in the dusty air. He appeared to pulling a large chunk of debris off of the rocket board, or at least trying to. He pounded his fist against the chunk, growling in frustration, "So much for the easy way. Stay close, little man."

You grip the sword, following your Bro through the destroyed area of the apartment. "What's the plan here, Bro?" Your voice is shaken up. Flying in the darkened skies are helicopters. Only... They've got weaponry attached, and they were using it to light up the buildings. On the streets were panicked civilians, running from the men with guns and tanks. An earlier warning would've been nice... You look over to Bro, who looks down on you as well, "We're not gonna die here. Follow me."

He begins to slowly slide sideways across the slender ledge of the building. Oh hell no. It's all you can think now. "Dave! Come on!" Okay. I guess I've got no choice... Slowly and anxiously, you retrace your brother's steps, trying not to look down. God, this is even crazier than your strifes. As you make your way towards him, the building quakes once more as the copter fires another missile. There's nothing to grab onto, yet you surprisingly remain on the ledge.

When you look over, Bro is standing up on a fire escape on the building next to you. How'd he get over there so quickly?

Though once you get to the end of the line, you see the jump he made is rather a bit far. "Jump, Dave!" Bro holds out his hand. Your legs turn to noodles, paralyzed for a short minute. All your senses could really focus on we're the loud 'booms' and gunfire. Just jump, Strider!

As the next strike from above hits your building, you take a leap of faith, barely making it. Bro reached out for you, grabbing your wrist, but leaving your scrawny body dangling. "I've got you!"

He grunts and pulls you to safety. Not having a second to catch your breath, the both of you immediately rush up the fire escape and onto the roof. You get a good look at the city from above. There were plumes of smoke, fire, and sirens going off. "Bro..."

"I see it, little man," he said, "But let's not get caught up in a that. Stay on my heels, okay?"

"Right behind you."

You both take off across the roof, having every ounce of adrenaline pump through your body. A single breath of oxygen wasn't inhaled or exhaled. You don't even know it. Suddenly when you leap to the next building, it shakes once more as it felt as if it got shot up from below from the tanks and above from the copters. It was so hard not to look at them. Your only goal here is to keep up with Bro, as it seems he's the one who's holding it together better than you are. As long as you don't take your eyes off him, you keep running. Eyes on him, Strider. Just keep running and you'll be fine. There was another leap across to another building, one that was much lower than the one you were on now. Don't think just jump- You really couldn't think or jump as you took your front foot off the building just in time as you felt the force of the next explosion right behind you, sending you forward, uncoordinated, nonetheless, you made onto the rooftop of the building, landing and putting all your weight into your left leg, causing you to fall. As you tried getting up, you fell back down onto your hands and knees. Looking ahead, you call out, "Bro...!"

You see him turn around, sliding down to you, "What is it?"

In attempt to stand up again, you almost whined, "I think I twisted my ankle."

"How bad is it?"

"Well I can't stand on it!"

He picks you up, throwing you onto his shoulder before taking off in the other direction. You were his eyes for his blindside, and all you could see was fire and debris flying all over the place. The sword in your hand slips out and falls into the alley as your bro leaps out again. "We're almost there," He says. Almost where? Where are we even going? He at least seems to know what he's talking about, and you trust him. "Dave, how're we doing?" He checks in with you. When you don't respond he squeezes your waist with his arm, "Talk to me, Dave!"

"I-I'm fine," You say.

"Alright... Alright, hang tight. This is gonna be a big jump."

You moan in pain and hold onto his shirt. Cal's little, limp hand is on your back to to help settle you down. Not helping, Cal. Not helping. Bro finally runs, and jumps. Oh god, the jump is long. It feels like an eternity until he finally grabs onto the ledge with one hand. He grunts as he struggles to keep you and himself on board. He brings you onto the roof before anything. Then you sit up to help him get on as well.

The building he leapt off of blew up into flames, debris nearly hitting you, yet striking your brother on the lower back. All you could hear was a faint ringing, and as you looked at bro, you noted how heavy he felt all of a sudden.

Both of you stayed silent, looking at each other. Then you finally gasp at the sight of blood beginning to pour from your brother's mouth as his legs dangled, seeming as if he were now paralyzed waist down. His breathing is quick, but not like yours. "Bro hang on, I'll get you up-"

He sets a hand on your cheek before you could continue. He tried to say something to you, yet he said nothing. But he smiled, as if letting you know that everything was going to be okay. His own grip on your hand loosens, but you hang on. "No! No! Hang on!"

You are cut off once again by a violent shake on the building, this time, it was also tilting. You try to pull your brother back. But he was motionless and heavy, impossible to bring up as the building began to tilt more towards you. There was no use in trying to get you and Bro out of here. He suddenly slipped out of your grasp, and you were the only one that remained on the falling building, leaping up to hold onto the chimney.

Everything begins to fade away and the tips of your fingers turn numb.

Your name is Dave Strider.

And your world as you knew it is gone.