Date: February 24th, 2012.
Location: Washington, DC
U. server
Identification…..
Identification….access declined
Identification…please enter serial number ******
Identification…access granted…welcome staff seargant -Crowley
I looked for something….Something that would assure me that someone survived…But I doubted that..I barely made it out in one piece when I was there, well, almost in one piece..Syria was, is hell on Earth..But I wanted to know if…If anyone survived..I still had no idea what was happening with my team members.I had a feeling nothing good…Then I found it..There it was:
Casualty list
Damn, that was just a list I wanted but was afraid to see.
I clicked on list went on and on until…Until I found team members, my friends, all dead.I was the only one left standing.I was the only one that was given a new chance.
I threw the laptop off my hospital bed and it fell on the other side of the room with a shattered into million pieces.
I cried myself to sleep again…..
Date: May 15th, 2012.
Location: Washington, DC
Logged in: - -Crowley: staff seargant
I looked myself once more in the mirror,I looked eyes were puffy from crying and the bruises on my ribs were still visible.A scar on my left collarbone was small, since it was from being shot but it seemed like it was huge.I felt like a tone of bricks just collapsed on me and I couldn`t breathe.
Today is the day.
The ceremony honouring American heroes, warriors that made a change in the world during the Syrian „Winter war" three months to translate in simple english, soldiers that died for nothing..I have to parade in my uniform today in front of the whole it was something good that I was alive and my friends weren`t…I took the orange bottle from my desk and took two antidepressants, stupid PTSD.I drank some whiskey with it and took a deep breath when I heard a car horn outside my house.
While I was passing the living room I stopped in the hallway.I looked at the wall and the photos that hung on mom, dad, my sisters, my friends from school and then them…My team.
„Here we go boys."
Everything went like a blur in front of my eyes, maybe I shouldn`t have drank the pills with the whiskey but to hell with that.I was standing at the reflective pool when I heard someone walking behind me.I soon found out that that someone is lieutenant-general Shepherd.I turned around and saluted him.
„Sir."
„Relax Crowley, we`re don`t have to do this."
I frowned.I had no idea why was he so was never relaxed, always rigid and narcisstic with his annoying mustache.
„ may I help you sir?" I started to wonder what he wanted from me.
„Well, I will cut to the chase.I have a job offer for you lieutenant and I would like you to accept won`t get a better job."
„Lieutenant?"
His mouth stretched into that egocentric smile of by the way.
„Yes,you have been promoted… now, about the job?What do you say?"
„What kind of job is it?"
„I am forming my own special team and I want you to be the field commander."
„The field commander? Sir, it is an honor but I don˙t think I`m the right person to do that…"
„You are just the person I need.I read your files scores are `re perfect for this ?"
I thought about it for a moment then answered him.
„I accept the offer you."
„ to Shadow Company lieutenant."
He shook my hand and I saw that creepy smile again.
Date: May 15th, 2012.
Location: Elgin, Scotland,UK
Tracking Soap MacTavish…..declined!
Tracking…..John MacTavish…. Individual located.
The newly promoted lieutenant John MacTavish sat on his bed in his living room holding a phone in his was expecting a call from MacMillan…He was supposed to get back in the game after all these months and no matter how annoying and excruciating it was for him to just sit around and heal, doing some light workouts in the gym instead of running the courses and sparring with his team of his dead friends crept up in his mind again and he the phone ringed in his hand bursting his read the caller i.d and answered the phone.
„Hello, sir?"
„Oy son, nice to hear you`re alive and well." MacMillan`s voice ranged in his smiled lightly.
„ , I hope you got something for me sir." He heard MacMillan hmming.
„Yes,Soap I do." MacTavish flinched at the nickname but didn`t say anything about started to hate on the nickname after the past events.
„I will need for you to come to Hereford to the base, so you could start training the new S.A.S. recruits…For now..Until you get back into shape.I hear you passed the medical physical but that you have problems with your head son." He knew MacMillan was worried about him and he could hear in his voice.
„Aye,PTSD is a cranky bugger in this moment….But I promise you sir that I`m getting help and I am trying to fix myself,sir…I will be ready just name the place and time."
„Good to hear get here in three weeks and we`ll see about everything.I`ll contact you once more next week."
„Yes ."
He hung up and rested his head on his stared at the window and smiled to himself.
In three weeks I will be as good as new.I`m going home.
This is purely an intro to my new is why it`s so short.
As you can see it shows the very start of Shepherd`s Shadow company and Soap`s…*clears throat* I mean John`s return to Hereford..
You might have figured that I did not say specifically if Crowley was a he or a will be revealed in the next chapter.
I will update this story every Monday but since I have my exams starting next week I will update just this once on I don`t update this as often as I promised, don`t be angry just remember I have that other story too.
In case you forgot go check it out.
This chapter is dedicated to my friend,helper and my new muse-Kirabaros.
Pozdrav ljudi!*
(*bye guys in Croatian.)
