PROLOG:
They always told us Hell was better then war. Did we listen? Yea, right. Half of us die on each mission we get. Others die soon after. And then there are the rooks. Me, my buddy Ellis, and John. They took us out on a first timer patrol of the streets via helicopter. A few minutes after takeoff, we were flying over the streets of Downtown Iraq. And another 2 minutes, we are lying helpless on the ground as fire singes our clothes. This isn't the way it goes. We show up for battle, and in flashes of bombs going off, fire blowing up more and more areas of the world, all we can do is report. This is the Call of Duty my friend. Don't get your hopes up…
CHAPTER ONE: A NEW BEGINNING
"So, you're the new kid eh? Well, welcome to Hell private! Hope you enjoy your stay…" That was my introduction when I entered Home Base. I was just getting out of our Army recruitment center, fresh and ready for duty. When I got off that heli, tons and tons of soldiers were prepping for battle, carrying off wounded or dead soldiers to the medical bay, and even selling supplies for cheap benefits. Welcome home. Ha! I was due to meet Captain J. Price of the Sixth Revenge. I didn't have any idea where to look, and I had no idea what he looked like. But there was no turning back. Five more men jumped off my heli, and ran around to their spots. The Heli took off. I was standing alone on an empty Helicopter pad, sitting there like I had no clue in the world. Which I didn't. I saw anti-aircraft guns being hauled off on trucks, towards the open chain wire fenced gates. I saw men jumping on the truck and getting free rides. I even saw people get cups of coffee, and watching maps of areas the Americans and Iraqis controlled. I walked around a bit. What else could I do? I stopped by the armory and got myself some good weapons: An AK47, two desert eagles (which I strapped to two leather cases on my leggings), and grenades (two smoke, two frag, two flare). I took a leather belt off the armory window, and strapped one end of it to the butt of my AK and the other to the tip. I strapped it around my green and black camo bullet vest like a guitar. Finally, when it was about 6:00, I went over to the local bar called the "Sixteenth Beer". It was almost empty. There were 3 men at the bar, and 2 at a table. I sat down at the bar, and looked around. The place was a good size room with pool and a few other arcade games like Pac-Man and Star Destroyer. "Private Bill Harnie?" The man next to me asked. I nodded my head slowly. "I was looking for you all the damn day! Where the hell where you!?!" I started to realize what was going on. "Captain J. Price…of the Sixth Revenge…" He nodded his head. "At least you got yer facts straight. Well, it's good to meet you man…have a drink, pack up, and get ready for tomorrow. We're heading to downtown Iraq, and patrolling the streets. You might even see some action, private." I looked at him sternly. He finished the last sip of his Bud Light, and walked out of the bar. That was my first day in being in the armed forces. Tomorrow was going to be worse. Worse then Hell it self…
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Hey! Hope you all liked. This is going to be based upon the Call of Duty series. I will have a 16 chapter story for this, and then I will make the second story. So far this is what you have…sorry for lack of length, I was REALLy busy this week with my girlfriend and I had to go to New York, so ill continue when I have more time…enjoy…world…