In My Blood

by Lil Red Writin' Hood

Growing up she'd heard stories of a force so great they were nearly unstoppable: The Ghosts. She always knew she wanted to be a part of them. Now that she is she knows this is where she was always meant to be. But there's a threat rising in the south, targeting Ghosts, & no one's quite sure how this war is going to end or if they'll even survive. Fem!Logan,slight AU details inside

1. Prologue

A/N: Alright, so, as I said slight AU [Logan's a girl and is now named Charlie (I still wanted a boyish name but I hated Logan for a girl). I will also probably be tweaking some ages slightly and adding an OC. There will be Charlie-Logan/OC.] The title for this fic comes from the song of the same name by Black Stone Cherry. I thought the tone of the song fit the attitude I'm aiming for in this fic. In case it's not obvious, this is my first fic so I apologize if it's a little rough. Reviews are welcome and I will try to respond to any questions, comments, concerns I receive. I'm going to aim for a chapter every Saturday. Obviously shit happens so I won't be perfect but that's my goal.

Also, I do not own COD: Ghosts or its characters, that all belongs to Activision or so the case tells me.

Do I wonder what my life would've been like if I hadn't been been raised by two military men; one my father, the other my older brother dying to follow in Dad's footsteps? Do I wonder what life would have been like if Mom hadn't died, if she had been around to raise me like the little girl she'd always wanted? Would I have been a dancer? An actress? A singer? Not really, at least, not much anymore. I like to think that even if she had been around she wouldn't have been able to change much. Just like David used to look up to Dad, I idolized my big brother. And just like David was itching to follow in Dad's footsteps, I was desperate to follow in his. I never did like getting left behind when they'd go on their camping trips. Eventually Dad took the hint and started bringing me with them and after that they couldn't get rid of me. I don't think Mom could've changed much, I was always Daddy's little girl. So, no, I don't really wonder what my life would've been like if Mom could've been here. Nothing would've changed. My name's Charlie Shea Walker, Char or Charlie to my friends, "That bitch" to anyone unfortunate enough to be my enemy, and I'm a soldier, born and raised.