The Task Force 141 called her Roach.
Not only because of her seemingly innate ability of getting in trouble and more importantly - coming out of it alive, but also because cockroach was not a good enough name.
"You don't have a cock, you see." Ghost had explained, a smirk plain in his voice. She was plenty used to hear all manner of shit coming out of soldiers' mouths but somehow the way Ghosts' accent wrapped around the words, made it sound downright filthy.
She had rolled her eyes, "Right. I still have more balls than the lot of you."
Following this proclamation, male laughter rang in many different voices, but it wasn't mocking. They all knew it to be true and that she had saved their asses that day.
Freshly baptized as Roach by The One Four One, she gulped the rest of the cold beer in her hand and promptly ignored how easily balls could be translated to crazy, in their world.
But it worked, somehow.
A/N: This little fic is completely and utterly self indulgent!
Wrote most of it a while ago and picked it up again a sometime ago. It's all written!
I honestly don't even enjoy Call of Duty that much, their thing is more 'gunsgunsguns' and while that's fun, I'm more of a story + character development kind of gal, so I become sad whenever I think about the potential some characters in COD: MW2 had. And the lack of women. ;)
This will be 9 chapter total!