A/N: Hey guys. This is actually my first fan fic I am ever writing, so no hate please. It's based on Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 (obviously). The first few chapters are going to be short, but they should get better later on. I hope you enjoy! I'd like to say this ahead of time, below is what I'll be writing in:
(Normal Talking)
(Thoughts)
(Flashback)
"Vires!"
Private Joshua "Vires" Anderson turned to see his Sergeant standing a few feet from him, with his right hand holding his AK-47 and his left hand holding a cigar to his mouth. Sergeant Percy Jones, a man that Anderson would fear like an enemy, but at the same time, love like a father. Jones always looks out for his squad, Team Neon, but when it came to fighting the enemy, he was a whole new person. He was a mad, mad man. His voice was rough from the hundreds and hundreds of cigars he's smoked, and his skin was a dark tanned. He was middle aged, but one of the meanest son of a bitches Anderson knows.
"Yes sir?"
"Come join us at the back will ya, it's time for our briefing!"
"Yes sir!"
Anderson was in his sixth month of the Delta Force. Everything was all still so new to him. He motioned his way out of the cockpit of the jet, after looking at the view of Manhattan in the distance. It was a mess! The city almost looked like the apocalypse started. This is definitely World War 3. Anderson joined Team Neon standing in an oddly-shaped circle towards the back of the jet.
Team Neon contained five great soldiers who have risked their lives for America. There was the leader, Sergeant Percy Jones. His codename is Boss. There was our radio specialist, Corporal Max Livingstone, a computer geek in his mid-twenties, who wears glasses all the time and has a mole on the right of his nose. His codename is Nerd. There was Private Scott Fisher, a blonde thirty year old who was a lawyer back in North Carolina. His codename is Lawaholic. Finally, there was Corporal Anthony Adams, a British 27 year old who is our sniper expert. His codename is Dentist. Anderson's codename is Vires, which is Latin for Strength. Anderson's codename was the only codename without a humurous meaning behind it.
"Alright ladies listen up." Boss started, as Team Neon listened in close. "We're heading to Manhattan to assist Team Metal in destroying a Russian radio/microwave jammer in the Stock Exchange. That should restore our radio communications to our forces. The mission is plain and simple - kill any Russian's in New York City".
"Is that it, sir?" Asked Dentist, in his very fluent British accent.
"That's all we have to do today, Corporal." Responded Boss. "The man who kills the most Russian's gets a drink on the house from me".
With that, Team Neon all lock and loud and get ready for the hectic and murderous war waiting for them outside.
"It's time."
Anderson grabs a parachute from one of the overhead lockers of the jet, and begins to put it on with the rest of his team. Within a matter of minutes, they are ready to jump.
"Team Neon, this is your pilot speaking. We are 30 seconds from the drop zone. Do not jump until the green light switches on. I am opening the doors now. Better hold onto something tight fellas. It's gonna get a little windy".
Team Neon all hold onto something of the plane, as the back door slowly opens. The wind is too much for the team.
"Shit! I'm not sure if I can hold on much longer!"
"Just 10 more seconds Vires, just hold on". Responds Lawaholic.
The 10 seconds seemed like an hour to Anderson, but finally, the green light on the plane switched on... it was time...
"THIS IS IT, TEAM! LET'S DO IT!" Said Boss proudly.
Team Neon all yelled out, ready for action as they jumped out of the plane with a second interval between each jump. 3000 feet high. Anderson could see that they were heading for the ocean, which could be both a good and bad thing. The good thing about landing in the ocean is that they won't be landing into enemy territory. The pilot of the jet must have chosen the ocean as a drop zone. The bad thing about landing in the ocean is that you could land, and be instantly squashed by a cruiser heading in your direction. Anderson could see a lot of boats in sight, but he didn't mention it to his team.
"Okay ladies, in five seconds, release your parachutes!" Sergeant ordered loudly. "Five... four... three... two... one... now!".
The release of the parachutes for the team wasn't in sync, but it was close. Anderson held on tight to the strings of his chute, and looked as Manhattan was being burnt to the ground. It wasn't long before Team Neon landed in the ocean... Mission was a go...
A/N: So here it is. I know it seems pretty bland right now, but I'm just introducing the characters and hopefully I'll be bringing in some big plot twists and surprises very soon. Favourite, subscribe and review please. I'd appreciate it. Also PM me if you want me to check out some of your stuff.
~ Keelan
