Give Me Reason

A/N: Alright everyone this is my first fic, for GOW. So let's not flame or anything, this is all in good fun. I own Farrah and no one else. Read and review!

Blurb: When a stranded girl is found by Delta squad, she has no other choice but to follow along their adventure.

Chapter 1: Dead Grubs Makes Cole Happy

As the days dragged on forever, so did the war. A war that felt like it was never going to end. A war that needed to be won, no matter the cost. But this cost was hundreds, no thousands, no more than that, millions of lives. Casualties of all ages paid the ultimate price.

No one was safe. At least that's what it seemed like, if you tried to hide, they would find you. You begged for mercy, it didn't matter. No one lives forever, but with this war raging on not many lived to the end of a week, or a month, let alone a night.

Soldiers were trying their best to fight off the enemies, the COG soldiers. Squads from all over have been unsuccessful trying to stop this war. Some squads would try to one up the others' but with this enemy it was better to not compete against each other.

"I tell ya'h man, this shit is crazy!" A deep voice man exploded with excitement. He was a black, buff man, he was called Cole Train, well his name was Cole. Train came from when he used to be in a type of sport called thrash ball. Cole always tried to have fun with this war; he was one of the few.

He knew that this battle was not going to end tomorrow, so he tried to just laugh and smile. Killing the enemy to him was fun, wouldn't it be to you? Maybe. Maybe not.

"Bye, bye locust!" Cole smirked as he saw a grenade blow two locusts to pieces. Hearing a splashing sound from their guts being tossed a few feet away from him. "Woo! Where ya'h at? The train wants to say hi!" Cole was unstoppable; his personality helped the others' get through the days. He leaped over a bench and began to open fire at the enemy.

A blonde man shook his head left to right, a slight grin on his face. He was known as Baird, Damon Baird. But he had an issue with being called by his first name. So he was just, Baird. He had a pair of light blue goggles on his forehead. The top half of his armor was the same color of his eye wear, well it was supposed to, but it was covered with mud, blood, and all sorts of other unexplained things.

"I don't know how you do it Cole." Baird looked at his lower armor, a smoke gray color; he whipped some of the locust's guts off of it.

"How I do wha' Baby? How I be the train!" Cole laughed as he walked back to where he was just a moment ago. "Being the train, I tell ya'h that takes skill."

Baird was known for being a smartass, he was going to say something but before he could, two other men approached him and Cole. One, had a gray bandanna across his head, he had a raspy voice that spoke; "Good work Cole." He was the leader, and he made sure to praise his comrades when they did a good job. Now a day, not many leaders would do that anymore.

"Thanks Marcus."

Marcus, the leader he had a tough personality, and his image matched it perfectly. He was someone that you would never want to mess with. Though Baird did try to push his buttons, he was just getting used to him; at least that's how Baird explained it, anyways.

The last solider was a Latino man, his name was Dominic, Dom for short. He was the most understanding, and tried to see everyone's side. Every squad wished to have a man like him. Loyalty until the end! When he was on a mission he would do as much as he could to complete it. "You think there's any more locusts around here?"

"Well as we have learned; probably." Baird responded with his usual sarcastic tone.

"Bring 'em baby, The Train ain't scared of shit!" Cole raised his weapon high in the air and made a cackling sound.