Authors Note: This is the short start of my Ramirez story. This is in no way shape or form related to Ramirez, do everything. That is an entire separate universe from this one. This is basically what happens (At least what I think) happens to Ramirez during Modern Warfare 2. Before, During, and After. Its just like the one im doing for Makarov except Ramirez is the main character. Enjoy and Review.

The bright morning sun hit the tan skinned face of James Ramirez as he walked down the huge ramp of the large cargo plane. It was nice to finally get out of the thing, as it was hot as hell with the number of people and space. Anyone who had claustrophobia would have definitely preferred a different means of transportation other then what he had to endure, but it was worth it if it got him out of his home and on to better things.

He was still thinking about his home, his family and friends, and everyone he had known all his life. He had gone from a known face to a stranger just from an airplane trip across the country. He hadn't made any friends on the way over, and he didn't recognize anyone. He felt like a fish out of water, someone who didn't fit, didn't belong.

"Next!"

Ramirez quickly jerked his head up to see he was next in line. He quickly stepped up to the army officer and presented his bag and ID.

"Your name son?" The officer asked in a strong southern accent.

"James Ramirez sir." Ramirez replied.

The officer just shook his head. "I'm afraid that isn't how its done around here."

Ramirez gave the man a confused look. "What do you mean?"

He just sighed and shook his head. "Don't they teach you anything? Its name, rank, serial number."

Ramirez thought back to his brief training in basic. He had learned and remembered the physical aspects well enough, but it was always the tiny details that always got him into trouble.

"Im sorry sir." Ramirez apologized .

"Don't say sorry, say it right." The officer replied.

Ramirez stiffened up and recited his information to the officer. "Ramriez, James. Private, 19141367."

The man scanned his ID and gave him his papers. "There you go. Report to staging area 182B Private." He looked behind Ramirez to the line of soldiers behind him. "Next!"

Ramirez took his ID and stuffed it back in his pocket. For the first time all of a sudden, he started to feel homesick. When he first traveled over to the east coast, he never thought he would get homesick. He just assumed he would be to busy to worry about stuff like that. Now in the hustle and high level of activity on the Air Force base, Ramirez started to miss his home.

His missed his family, he missed his friends, his missed his girlfriend, his missed even his neighborhood. Everything that had made up his life, was now miles and miles away.

It was too late now. He had thought long and hard about it, but it was his final decision.

It was of his own accord.

Alright, its short, but its only a prologue, so keep that in mind. Also realize that this isn't gonna get updated until I finish one of my other stories, so its gonna be on the backburner till then. Nevertheless, I hope you look foward to it. Please Rate and Review/Favorite/Alert