Summary: The Call of Duty series is fiction. Everybody knows this. Of course, Infinity Ward's quest at making a virtual simulator for war time activities crushes that fact. Read as a team highschool students are trapped in this experimental simulator and forced to play a madman's custom Modern Warfare 2 campaign and enemy AI's. Watch as the Veterans of Modern Warfare 2 make their last stand!
Note from the author: This is a small project I had to work on for school, and of course, it was fanfiction. So I thought I would share what I used for English. It's not great, but it's good. I hope you all like it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own only the plot and some of the characters. I do not own Modern Warfare 2 or Infinity Ward. If I did, I would amass an army of fans and nerds to take Marvel back from Disney. Yes, I actually would do that.
The Veterans Last Stand
Chapter One
A tall teenage boy, no older than sixteen, walked into the classroom, his steel gray eyes holding a tired look within them. His short, military cut black hair was sticking up in various places, displaying his lack of sleep. He wore a tan coat, a black shirt with a white stripe going down the left side of the torso, tan cargo pants, and leather steel toed boots. The clothing was made from the heavy combat cloth known as Kevlar. It cost him a pretty penny, but it was worth it.
"Hey, Connor, what's up?" Said the redheaded Science teacher and good friend of Connor, Mrs. Preston.
"Not much, Mrs. Preston, just another night shift." Connor said as he pushed up his rectangular framed glasses, referring to the late nights of game testing.
Connor walked to his desk, sitting next to his class partner and fellow tester, Mitch. Mitch was a head shorter than Connor, with short black hair, tan skin, and a white shirt, with dark grey cargo shorts, and brown eyes."Hey, Mitch, you get that homework done from last night?" Connor asked him as he set his backpack down next to his chair.
"Yeah, did you?" Mitch asked, slightly confused.
"Yeah, just checking." Connor said, pulling out his folder. He set the white folder on his desk, before looking at Mitch, whose hand was held out. Connor rolled his eyes as he reached into his pocket.
"You really need to get help for this addiction, man." Connor said as he pulled out a pack of Tic Tacs. The tired teen handed the pack to his partner.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Mitch said, not caring one bit.
Connor looked up to see his friend and fellow game tester, Jose. Jose was an inch or so taller than Connor, with a light brown tone to his skin. His short black hair was curly and plastered to his scalp by nature. He wore a large hooded jacket, a pair of loose pants, and a black shirt with a stylized dragon on it.
"What's happening Jose?" Connor asked, holding out his hand for a high five. Jose slapped his hand in the form of a high five, although he looked exhausted.
"Not much, man. Just a little tired." Jose said, slumping as he sat down in the desk behind Connor.
Mrs. Preston stood up once everybody was seated. "Today is a very special day, class." She said, grabbing her keys.
"Sunnyslope High School has been selected by Infinity Ward, the creators of the game Modern Warfare 2, to test their new Virtual War Simulator!" Most of the class was somewhat confused. But Connor, Jose, and Mitch were practically ecstatic. They had heard of Infinity Ward's pet project, but they never thought they would actually test it.
"Come on, we're going to the gym to test it." Said Mrs. Preston. Jose, Connor, and Mitch followed her, excited for the chance to test the Virtual War Simulator, while the rest of the class followed because they didn't want class that day.
The three game testers looked in blatant awe at what Infinity Ward did to the gym. The gym was bare of bleachers, and it had pulsing blue lines in the pattern of a processor chip. They snapped out of their reverie, hearing the voice of the man who was telling them about how the VWS worked.
"Now the manner in which the Virtual War Simulator works is by inserting the player directly into the game, which will be Modern Warfare 2 for today. The insertion is controlled by the administrators, who chose when you spawn, or appear, in the game. You interact with the game by putting on these suits."
"You all will be placed in the colossal map called Derailed, a snowy abandoned train yard with many derailed cargo train cargo cars. Today's match is a Team Deathmatch, meaning this class will be divided into two teams. How many of you have played Modern Warfare 2 before?" The Instructor asked. Sixteen out of forty-eight hands rose, including that of the three testers.
"Good, very good. This means that the sixteen of you will be a team. The rest of you will be formed into a team, as a result. Will the sixteen veterans please step forward and tell us your name, nickname and rank?"
Connor stepped forward first, pushing up his glasses. "Connor Filii, nickname Fade, rank Colonel."
The Instructor handed Connor his suit and helmet. Jose stepped up as Connor went to the boy's locker room to get changed.
"Jose Lopez, nickname Marksman, rank Captain." The Instructor passed the body suit and helmet to Jose as well. Jose walked to the boy's locker room to change as Mitch stepped up.
"Mitch Donnelly, nickname Silent Night, rank Staff Sergeant." The Instructor smiled as he gave the suit and helmet to Mitch. "So you're the famous Silent Night. I look forward to watching you play." With a small thanks, Mitch walked into the locker room as the Instructor called up the next 'veteran'.
The Instructor stood in front of the science class, which wore the virtual player suits. The Tester Trio was in a jovial mood. They couldn't wait to fight the hostile team, designated as the Spetsnaz, with their fellow gaming veterans.
ans, or Task Force 141, will be equipped with what they have earned in their Modern Warfare 2 games. The Spetsnaz team will be equipped with the default classes new gamers are issued. You have one minute before the game begins, so choose your classes wisely. Now, have a good match, and we'll see you in three hours." The Instructor said, waving at the two teams before leaving the room.
Connor looked at the other veterans.
"So, what are we gonna do?" Connor asked, wanting insight on what his team members wanted to do. One veteran stepped forward.
"The plan I have is somewhat risky. If we go through with this, our team will split up into squads of four, and converge on the center building. When we arrive, we'll fortify the second story, fending off every assault the Spetsnaz throws our way." Connor nodded, the screen in his helmet confirming his choice of weaponry. "That's a sound plan. What are the teams?"
"Nickname's Nuke. I'll join your team, Delta squad, while these four," Nuke pointed at four other veterans, who gave them thumbs up. "Will be Omega squad, and those four," Nuke pointed at the last group, who nodded, or saluted. "Will be Theta squad. We'll rendezvous at the Center Building. From there, we'll fight off three hours of attacks until we win." Nuke explained, crossing his arms. A beep sounded throughout the gym. "Players, twenty seconds until game time. Choose your classes, and get ready for combat."
The newly instated Delta squad looked at their team. "It's go time, let's load up!" Connor shouted, the weapons of each member appearing on them. Monster gripped his virtual SCAR-H assault rifle outfitted with a Thermal Scope, extended magazines, and a Master key shotgun. He checked his dual Desert Eagles, and made sure his throwing knives and fragmentation grenades were attached to his person. He turned to the crowd of video game veterans.
"Remember what you've done, and remember what you've learned. Check your corners, make sure your weapons are loaded, and aim down your sights. I don't want to see anybody firing from the hip. You don't want to look like a dumbass when you don't hit anything." A few of the veterans chuckled at the fact. The noobs would surely fire from the hip, like all those movie stars they watched.
"Remember the words we've heard. Remember that the healthy human mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is it's last day on Earth. Think of that as luxury, not a curse. To know you're close to the end is a kind of freedom. Good time to take... inventory. Outgunned. Outnumbered. Out of our minds on a suicide mission, but the snow and rocks here stained with thousands of years of warfare... they will remember us for this. Because out of all our vast array of nightmares, this is the one we choose for ourselves. We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We will win this game!" Connor shouted, eliciting cheers from the team of veterans before they disappeared in a flash of light.