Disclaimer: I do not own Call of Duty, the Modern Warfare Series, or Hunter 2-1 and it's respective characters. Wish I did though. But I'm not Infinity Ward.

"The New Guy"

Day 1: 19:24 G.M.T.

PFC. Matthew Torres

US Army Rangers

1st Battalion 75th Ranger Regiment

Camp War Machine, Virginia

"Private Torres!" First Sergeant Foley's voice cut through the air. The man named Torres looked up from where he stood, watching a couple of guys play basketball on a court at the base. He jogged to the sergeant, saluting the man when he arrived. "Stand easy private." Torres brought himself to a more comfortable position. "You're going to run the course today. I want to see what you've learned. We ship out in a few days. If your not prepared, you will not come back."

"I understand sir," Torres answered.

"Head down to the pit, talk to Corporal Dunn, and get yourself ready for the course. Got it soldier?" Sgt. Foley asked.

"Sir yes sir!" Torres said.

"Dismissed." Sgt. Foley saluted. Torres saluted and started for the Pit. The Pit was the name for the training course on the base, and one of the biggest places of competition for soldiers. Fastest times were recorded on a chart with all the soldiers, and there squads. If one didn't finish before one minute was up, he failed the course. Failing the course resulted in some form of punishment, usually extra chores on the base, or pushups for your commanding officer. As Torres walked down the stairs into The Pit, he was greeted by CPL. Dunn.

"Hey Private. Running the course? You know the drill. Grab whatever weapons you want," he pointed at a couple of crates and tables, all loaded with different weapons, "and line yourself up on the starting line. Wait until I give the order to go, then complete the course as fast as you can, keeping civilian casualties to a minimum. Got it?" He asked.

"Yes sir." Torres returned. He looked at the selection of weapons in front of him, then picked up one of his favorite weapons: an M16 with ACOG scope. Then he grabbed an MP5k with a red dot sight, and lined himself up to start.

"Whenever your ready Corporal," Sgt. Foley directed.

"Ok private. Go!" Torres ran off the starting line, the first three targets popped up in front of him, but they were knocked down as quickly as they came up. He sprinted for the next area. A small building stood with several targets on top, and surrounding the area. He took each one down, quickly but with control. He proceeded inside, where they simulated a hostage situation, with several targets hiding behind civilians. He took the targets down, but in the process knocked down a civilian target as well. He exited the building to see that targets had popped up all over the area, intermixed with several civilian targets. Switching to his MP5K submachine gun, he quickly killed the targets. And sprinted to the finish line.

"Good Private," Sgt. Foley said. "Your time was 48.35 seconds. A personal best." He congratulated.

"Thank you sir," Torres returned.

"I guess you are ready for Russia after all." Sgt. Foley joked.

"Sir, I've been ready since the day the Russians destroyed my home and killed my family. I want to go to moscow, and rip Makarov's head off." Torres was beginning to get angry.

"Well, jump in line then, Private 'cause there's a lot of people who want to do it to."

"I know sir. When do we leave?" Torres asked.

"Two days, Matthew. Two long days until we make the Russians pay. And believe me, we will make them pay." Foley said.

"Well sir, we've been through a lot as a team. And even with the new guy here, were still closer than an Asian family." Corporal Dunn Laughed.

"We have to stop letting him watch so much goddamn T.V. on the base." Sgt. Foley whispered to Torres. He laughed.

"But what else can keep him occupied sir? I mean T.V. is all somebody with little intelligence has to entertain themselves with." Torres joked back.

"Yeah, whisper all you like to each other, but the fact of the matter is, were gonna kill some Russians in a few days." The Corporal cheered.

"Well Private, enjoy the time on the base while you still can. In a few days were oscar mike." Sgt. Foley Saluted. Torres saluted back.

"I'll have to kick your ass sometime in basketball." Torres joked.

"Is that a challenge?" Sgt. Foley asked.

"You bet it is."

"The white guy is challenging a black guy to basketball? Your crazy Torres." Sgt. Foley laughed. "You're on."

"Looking forward to it. Tomorrow, after lunch. You're gonna get beat." Torres laughed.

"We'll just see about that," Sgt. Foley joked back. Torres walked away, heading towards his barracks. It was only 8 o'clock at night, but he was tired. He didn't have anymore responsibilities tonight, so he laid down on his bed, and fell asleep.