This is a what if scenario. What if Greg was never a Ghost and was actually from the Battlefield Universe instead of Call of Duty: Ghosts? This is what I think would happen

The Siege of Shanghai

August 19th, 2020

US Marines of the USPACFLT launch amphibious assault on the People's Liberation Army holding the city.

Lance Corporal Greg Pineda

First Marine Division

"Torez! Enemy mortars over behind that wall!" Sergeant Stanford shouted as US Marines rushed into the firefight. The city was in chaos with Chinese Forces duking it out with America's elite armed forces branch. Third Squad was moving up the road towards one of the large skyscrapers that sat along the waterfront area in the center of the Action Zone (AO). One of the members of Third Squad cried out, pointing at a PLA Z-10W Attack Helicopter.

"Sergeant! Enemy Helicopter six o'clock high! Its about to straf us!" The Marines looked helpless as the chopper began its run. Suddenly one Marine rushed forward with a Stinger Missile Launcher and slid to his knees. He wore the a short sleeved green MARPAT Combat Uniform shirt and long sleeved pants with a Kevlar vest covering his back and chest. He wore a green MARPAT USMC ball cap with a headset over it, acting as ear protection and a communication system. He aimed at the chopper, waiting to hear the deafening beep of the lock-on. When it locked, he fired, the force pushing him back a few inches. A white streak slammed into the Z-10W and the helicopter turned into a mid-air fireball. The Marines cheered at this as their fellow Marine got back up and turned around.

"One barbecued helicopter delivered, Sergeant." Lance Corporal Greg Pineda joked, high fiving his fellow Marines. The hispanic teen was seventeen years old, but was treated like any other Marine respectfully. His dark tan skin and smooth black hair showed his spanish side while his grey-blue eyes behind his orange Oakley combat glasses revealed that small side of Caucasian from his father's side. The Sergeant walked over to Greg and patted him on the back.

"Good job, Marine. Now lets take that tower." Stanford ordered, his Marines rushing down the street with the M1A2 Abrams Main Battle Tanks and LAVs. The tanks destroyed PLA Machine Gun positions while the Marines returned the favor by eliminating all anti-armour threats, both foot mobiles and air units. Greg was taking down PLA soldiers left and right as the Marines reached the building. They stormed the lobby and crushed the first floor defenders. Stanford's squad rushed into an elevator and traveled to the top floor.

Classic elevator music droned on while the Marines reloaded their weapons and checked their ammo. Greg was whistling to the tone, earning some looks from his fellow Marines. The Lance Corporal noticed this and turned to them.

"What? I was bored. Besides its a good song." The doors opened and the Marines rushed in, weapons blazing at the PLA. Greg threw a grenade at one group of PLA and they went flying out the windows to their deaths. Another Marine counter knifed a PLA soldier, stabbing the man to death with his own knife. After moments of intense fighting, the Marines controlled the center building.

"OORAH, BABY!" Greg cheered, bumping fists with his friends while Stanford shook his head. Suddenly a large explosion shook the building, causing the Marines to stumble. One Marine looked out the window and paled.

"THE BUILDING IS COLLAPSING!" The Marines screamed as the tower collapsed down towards the waterfront. Greg tried to jump out of the building, towards the water like his other fellow Marines, but his backpack got caught in the rigging system of one of the weapons crates, trapping him inside. The last thing the Marine saw was the water approaching rapidly before he blacked out.

The World of Remnant

Somewhere in Menagerie

The village, sleepy but friendly, was quiet at night time. The Faunus here enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere despite the fact that they faced constant discrimination by humans and bigots. This particular village rested alongside a large river, which children played in all day once school was over and their chores finished. However this particular night was about to be shattered by the arrival of a new person.

Peter R. Scarletina, local high official and father of the Scarletina family, jumped from his sleep along with his wife and two teenagers by the sounds of a large rumble, screeches of twisted metal, and splashes in the river. In fact, the entire village was awoken by this and everyone got outside with flashlights and weapons.

"Peter! There's something in the river!" One villager, a dog Faunus named Davis, pointed out, flashing his light onto something. It was a body of a PLA soldier, bullet holes riddling his chest. However the villagers had no idea who they were, but they spotted more bodies floating around. Some of them wore the black and grey uniforms of the PLA soldiers while others sadly bore the MARPAT colored uniforms. People began to pull out the bodies which lead to Velvet Scarletina, Peter and Usagi Scarletina's daughter and new accepted Beacon Academy applicant, to discover the large chunk of a building still intact. Curious about the nature of the ruins, Velvet decides to swim over to it and take a look inside.

At the same time Velvet entered the building, Greg woke up underwater, still trapped inside. He began to struggle to escape, his oxygen supply dangerously low as he tried to reach the surface. Velvet spots the struggling Marine just as he runs out of oxygen and slowly starts to black out again. Greg swore he saw someone swimming towards him before he lost consciousness for the second time in a row today.

Three Days Later...

"...So where do you think he's from?" A voice echoed around Greg as the Marine starts regaining his senses.

"I have no idea, but his uniform matches that of the camouflaged men. I think they belong to a group called the USMC. No idea what that name means though." Another voice replied.

"Well looks like this USMC and PLA must have been fighting over something. Maybe we can ask him when he wakes up."

"But we have no idea if he will hurt us when he wakes up. For all we know, this USMC could be racists."
"Oh, so you would have left him to drown. Throw him back into the river after Velvet saved him?"

"No. You're right, Davis. I just don't like it that we have a human here especially if it means our families will be at risk."
"Don't worry. I'm sure it will be fine. Now lets greet our survivor. He's waking up as it is." Greg finally opened his eyes, groaning as he sticked arm out to shield his face from the harsh light. In front of him stood two men he has never seen before. Not that it mattered to him, because he was more concerned about his fellow Marines.

"Where am I? What happened in Shanghai? Did we win?" Greg questioned, confusing the two men. The villagers had no idea what the Marine was talking about. However they did know that there was no such place in Menagerie called Shanghai and definitely nowhere else in Remnant.

"Whoa. Easy there, sir. You've been out for over a few days now. We thought we lost you when you were pulled out of the river. If it hadn't been for Velvet, it might have happened." The first man replied. He wore black slacks, a black belt, and a short-sleeved button up shirt with a nametag on his right shirt pocket that said "Davis". He had white skin and black hair that was kept trimmed and short.

"River!? I thought that it was the East China Sea that Shanghai was along! Speaking of which, does anyone know who won the Siege of Shanghai?" Greg asked worriedly starting to get out of the hospital bed. He spotted his uniform and gear, cleaned and neatly stacked on a chair near the bedside. He threw off the hospital gown he was wearing and started to put the familiar gear.

"Uh, about this Siege of Shanghai. There is no Shanghai here. And we never heard of the East China Sea before either. In fact, you're in the small village of Pleasant in the country of Menagerie." This statement caused Greg to look at them with a look of disbelief as he finished putting on his clothes and gear.
"Sure...Then I suppose you fight soulless creatures and have people walking around with animal ears and tails. Look, the only way I would believe that I'm not in China anymore is when I see those things….happening?" Greg trailed off when he noticed the second set of ears on top of the men's heads. Davis had a set of dog ears while the other guy had rabbit ears on his head. The Marine's jaw dropped in disbelief momentarily until he recollected himself.

"Now will you listen to us or do you need more proof to make you believe us, human?" The second man questioned sternly, not enjoying Greg's presence here. He wore a brown suit with a white undershirt and a red tie. He had white skin with brown hair and blue eyes that glared at Greg with unhappiness. Greg sighed at this before looking around for his weapons.

"Look. I appreciate it that you've taken care of me when I was out. I'll make sure to send you guys some help when I reach the rest of USPACFLT. They'll make sure that you'll get evacuated before the PLA attacks your village." Greg replied, finding his M4A1 Assault Rifle and his Stinger Missile Launcher. He slings the Stinger onto his back while keeping his rifle out. The rabbit eared man groaned in frustration while Davis released a quiet sigh. The Marine walked out of the room and down the hall, passing many confused people along the way. Greg silently noted that everyone here except for him had animal ears and, sometimes, tails. However for all the Lance Corporal knew, he had just arrived in a town that has a thing for cosplay or animal traits.

Once he walked out of the small hospital, he tried using his mobile GPS strapped to his left arm. The GPS failed to pick up any connection, claiming that there were no satellites active. Greg dismissed it as damage from being thrown into the water and decided to use the sun as his guide. The Marine started walking east, finding the river nearby. He spotted the piece of building he was trapped and thought for a moment. Wouldn't the building simply sink into the waterfront instead of floating away since it was made of concrete and steel? Suddenly a girl around his age caming running towards him, waving with a worried expression written all over her face.

"Wait! Don't leave! I wanted to see if you were alright!" The girl called out in a Australian accent as she reached Greg. She was about his height with chocolate eyes and long brown hair. Her skin was a flawless white while she had a pair of brown rabbit ears on her head. She wasn't bad looking either with her body. She wore white skinny jeans, white Converse tennis shoes, and a red short sleeved t-shirt. However it didn't matter since Greg gets easily flustered when speaking to girls around his age.
"Well I'm alright thanks to your doctors. However I do wish to met the person who saved my drowning butt from the water. I think that one of the men inside that their name was Velvet." Greg replied, stammering slightly as he let his M4A1 rest in its sling. The girl perked up with this and smiled.

"That would be me. I'm Velvet Scarletina. I rescued you a couple of nights ago when I decided to investigate the piece of ruins you were stuck in. I'm glad I found you in time." Velvet replied, earning a bigger blush from Greg. He was surprised that this girl was able to drag him out of the water especially since he had that Stinger Launcher on his back. Speaking of which.

"Could you please back up for a second, Miss Scarletina? I almost forgot to check something." Velvet complied as Greg removed the Stinger and tipped it downward. Confirming his suspicions, a bucket full of water rushed out of the missile launcher. Greg sighed at this, knowing he would have to either disassemble the Stinger to painstakingly clean it or he would need to find a new weapon. And since he didn't have a missile cleaning kit on him, it would have to be the later choice.

"Well this is useless now. Can't use a waterlogged Stinger unless I wanted to really kill myself now." Greg mumbles, tossing the damaged launcher to the ground. Wondering why he would toss the tube away and also to ask if he was planning on staying, Velvet began to speak to the young man again.

"So will you be staying here for awhile with us, mister…" Velvet trailed off, not knowing the name of the teen she rescued. Greg turned around and gave her a small smile while blushing.

"I'm Lance Corporal Greg Pineda. Third Squad, Fourth Platoon. First Marine Division. And no, I'm not staying. I have to reach the rest of the invasion force at Shanghai before the PLA tries to retake it if the city was secured." Greg introduced himself, making the rabbit eared girl even more curious. Truthfully she's never heard of a group called the First Marine Division, but the way he said it made it sounded like he was in the military. Problem is that there was no military group that had a Marine group except for Vytal. Even then, they only call themselves the Vytal Marine Corps, no divisions or anything of the likes from what her friends have told her.

"I hate to tell you this, Mister Pineda, but there is no Shanghai or a First Marine Division here in Menagerie. And who exactly is the PLA?" Greg sighed again. Obviously these people were so deep into China isolated that they created their own world.

"Its China's military. The People's Liberation Army. Liberation my ass though. More like People's Oppression and Cruelty Army if you ask me." Greg muttered the last two sentences, looking out of the corners of his eyes to see if there were any PLA supporters here. Seeing that there were none, he felt a little bit more safe despite keeping his guard up. Velvet tilted her head in confusion at the muttering, looking so adorable in Greg's opinion.

"Look, Mr. Pineda. I hate to break this to you, but there is no such thing as the People's Liberation Army here nor has there ever been one. In fact, there isn't even a country thats called China on Remnant." Velvet replied, making the Marine frustrated. It seemed that she also has no clue of the war between China and the United States of America.

"Seriously, this joke is getting on my nerves now. You people are hiding important news about the war which I really need to know. In fact, why is everyone in your village wearing animal ears or tails anyway? Is this some kind of cosplay event or something?" Greg asked, walking up to Velvet and began moving his hand through her hair. This action made Velvet feel extremely uncomfortable, her face turning red from embarrassment.

"W-w-what are you doing!?" She stuttered, shocked by Greg's actions. Since she was little, humans have picked on her by pulling her hair or ears and joking about their state of reality. However Greg's actions were nothing compared to the bullies. He simply moved his hand through her hair between her rabbit ears.

"Trying to find the band that goes to your fake ears. Where is it anyway?" Greg replied, slightly unaware about the fact that Velvet was a Faunus. Suddenly an eighteen year old girl walked up behind Velvet and pulled hard on her left ear. Velvet screams in pain, causing Greg to jump back and look at this newcomer. The girl had black hair with emerald green eyes that showed ill-intent to the rabbit girl.

"Well, well. Look who we have here. Its my favorite animal, Velvet. I still can't believe these ears are real. No matter. It just shows you how much of a freak you are." These words made Velvet start to tear up in her eyes and feel saddened. Suddenly there was a loud smack and the eighteen year old fell to the ground with a black eye. The bully looked up with her good eye to see Greg Pineda standing over her.

"Funny how you call her a freak when the real freak is right on the floor in front of me. Look, bitch. I don't care who you are nor do I want to know, but if you hurt my friend like that again, there will be hell to pay. Got it, bitch?" Greg threatened, loudly chambering a round into his M4A1 on purpose. The girl sneered at the Marine, getting back up onto her feet. She was taller than the two teens by a foot at least and looked very strong. However, Greg was trained by both his father and the Corps not to let anyone stop him no matter what their size was. That and the fact he could use a bunch of martials arts and hand-to-hand combat maneuvers to fight them.

"Oh. Look what we have her. Another animal lover here in Menagerie. How sad that you would associate yourself with these freaks. Why betray your own kind for those animals?" The girl arrogantly demanded which Greg promptly replied with his answer.

"I ain't betraying no one, bitch! I'm protecting the innocent!" With that, the Marine punched the girl right in her nose, breaking it. The teenager let out a small cry of pain before running off elsewhere. Velvet looked at Greg with amazement and surprise. No human had stood up for her before like he just did. Greg turned around and started to walk off again. Velvet rushed over to him again with a thought bugging her.

"Wait, Mr. Pineda! Why did you stand up for me back there? We barely even met each other and you still stood up to Rachel like that!" Velvet exclaimed, causing the Marine to stop. It was a few seconds before the Marine turned around with a friendly grin on his face.

"Because you saved me first off. I wouldn't dare leave someone to fend for themselves like that secondly. Third, no one deserves to be bullied because of their looks or race. And finally, it's what friends do." Greg replied, causing Velvet to blush in excitement and internal happiness. For the first time in her life, a human of all things had called her a friend. Either Greg Pineda was different or he has no clue of where he truly is.
Speaking of the said Marine. While Velvet was thinking about her first human friend, Greg decided to look up at the sky to see if he could find any distant smoke or puffs of smoke from the fighting. However what he found in the sky shocked him greatly. He fell to his knees as he gaped up at the sky. Velvet noticed this and was about to ask what was wrong when Greg shouted loudly, his arms in the air and the M4A1 on the ground.

"WHERE THE HELL AM I!?" Greg shouted at the shattered moon, barely visible in the day lit sky over Remnant. This was the wake call that the Marine needed.

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"So. Let me get this straight. I'm in the country of Menagerie on a planet called Remnant who is inhabited by soulless creatures called Grimm, humans and people with animal traits called Faunus, who are discriminated in a way similar to the African Americans right up until after the Civil Rights Movement. I got that so far. What else am I not getting?" Greg questions to himself, his hands supporting his head as he sat at the table. He was currently in the dining area in the Scarletina household with Velvet sitting across from him. The family decided to allow the Marine to stay with him until he could find somewhere to go. Usagi Scarletina, Velvet's mother, set down a glass of water in front of the Marine, who in return politely thanked her. Her husband, Peter R. Scarletina, sat next to both Greg and Velvet on one of the table ends, reading the newspaper.

"Pretty much. However you might want to include the discovery of your stubbornness and ignorance of this world as well, Mr. Pineda." Peter commented, flinching when he received a rap on the head with a wooden spoon from his wife.

"Peter, be nice. Don't be so rude to our guest here. I can easily make you sleep on the couch if you keep this up." Usagi threatened, silencing her husband for a while. Velvet looked at the Marine and decided to ask a few questions while she had the chance.

"So where are you from, Greg?" This caused the teen to sit up straight and look at the rabbit Faunus across from him.

"Oh. Well, I'm from a city called San Antonio which is in a state called Texas which is also part of a country known as the United States of America which also happens to be on a planet called Earth." Greg replied, sighing when he thought about his home. It had been a couple of months since he was assigned to the First Marine Division over in the Pacific Ocean. He missed his home greatly despite the fact his mother and father disappeared off the face of the planet. To this day, he has no clue what happened exactly to his parents. He had been moving between foster families ever since he was little. He had the unfortunate luck of getting either ones that absolutely hated him or just didn't want him for too long. The last family he was with enlisted him in the USMC just to get rid of him. Not that he minded since its always his goal to become a Marine.

"I never heard of those places before. Then again, we do live Remnant though so that explains why. Anyway, why were you looking for a place called Shanghai anyway?" Velvet asked as Greg took a sip of water. Greg swallowed it before speaking again.

"Well, some PLA leader tried to kill a political candidate that would change the government of China from communist to democratic and then to blame it on the US, a democracy that's always wanted to have every communist country to become a democratic country. Well the idea worked for a while until the democratic leader was rescued alive by Tombstone of the USS Valkyrie. The PLA went down with his ship in the Suez Canal, but apparently the PLA have more leaders that persuaded the people that their new hope was still dead. So we invaded Shanghai as a start to our new campaign against Communist China. Hence the reason I wanted to find my way back to Shanghai." Greg answered, just as Velvet's brother, Orion Scarletina, walked into the room. Orion was like Velvet with the exception of short brown hair and being of the opposite gender. He wore blue jeans, a red shirt, and a black leather jacket. Velvet had introduced her brother to the Marine and, after talking to each other, realized that Greg was an okay person in his books.

"Hey, Greg. Some of the villagers went back into the building and recovered a couple of crates that belong to you. We're keeping them in the police station if you want them." Orion pointed out, which the Marine politely thanked him for. Greg started to get up, grabbing his hat, headset, and orange Oakley combat glasses off the table.

"Well, I better go see what exactly they recovered from the weapons crates. I want to find something to replace that broken Stinger in case I need an enemy vehicle to knock out." Greg explained, placing his hat and glasses on before sticking the headset over it. Greg reached over and picked up his M4 that leaned against the wall nearby. "I'll be back soon so don't worry. I won't run off again like I nearly did today."

Greg walked out of the house, shutting the door behind him. As he started to go down the street, he took peculiar notice of how everyone was running inside their homes and locking the doors once their families managed to get in. He thought that maybe that they were scared of him only for a while until a loud roar echoed through the streets. Greg looks forward to see this huge bear-like creature with black fur and a boney red and white mask over its face. And by big, it was huge as in a five-hundred pound beast that towered over ten feet high on all four legs.

Greg, knowing that this thing was bad news pulls, rests the M4 on its sling and pulls out a detonator and a C4 charge. The beast roars at the Marine before charging. Greg rushes at the beast as well, the two practically about to collide with each other. The creature raised its right arm to maul the Marine with its call, but Greg pulled something else that was crazy yet creative. He slid under the bear thing and ends up standing a few feet behind it, clicking the detonator with his finger. The C4 explosive under the bear thing explodes, blowing apart the beast into chunks. Greg, however, spots a couple of werewolf things down the street and pulls out his M4 to attack them.

The wolves charge at him as the Marine pulls down the trigger. A couple of them fall to his fire before he ran dry, trading his Carbine for his M1911 pistol. He kills a few more werewolf things before using his knife to stab the last one in the face that was going to slash him from behind. As the beast slumped over dead, Greg pulled his knife out of its skull and used its fur to wipe it clean. Meanwhile a blonde woman with glasses walked down the street, looking indifferent as she approached the young Marine. Greg looked around and noticed many families leaving their homes and having expressions of awe on their faces. Even Velvet was amazed by it.

"It seems we have a potential new recruit, Glynda." A voice commented to the woman who turned around to look at him. The man was gray haired with glasses and a green coat on. He held a cane in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. Glynda sighed and pulled out a foldable screen.

"When do you want me to set up the interview, sir?" The man smiled as he took a sip from his mug.

"How about now?"

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"Thank you for allowing me to store these weapons crates in your basement, Mr. Scarletina. I know that its going a little too far with the idea of moving in for now so I will try to find a place to stay soon." Greg thanked, Mr. Scarletina shaking his head at the idea.

"No, Gregory. You don't have to worry about a thing really. You can stay with us as long as you need. Besides, I have no other choice or else I will sleep on the couch for a year." He replied, shivering in fear at the mention of the punishment. Greg snickered at this reaction, glad that he was still a teenager and not married yet. The two started back up the stairs and arrived in one of the house's hallways. Mr. Scarletina stayed behind to lock the door while Greg headed for the kitchen.

"Hey, Velvet. I was wondering if….Who are you two?" Greg asks when he sees the man and woman sitting at the table with Velvet. The man was drinking from a coffee mug while the woman was doing something on an Ipad like device. Velvet looked up and smiled at Greg.

"Greg. I want you to meet the headmaster of Beacon Academy, Ozpin. Its a place where they teach people to become Hunters and Huntresses in the fight against the creatures of Grimm. They would like to talk with you." Velvet replied cheerfully, causing Greg to raise an eyebrow at her before sitting down at the table. Ozpin took a sip from his mug before setting it down on the table.

"Young man, what is your name?" The man asked, causing Greg to stand at the position of attention. He couldn't help it since he was trained as a Marine, not a regular teenager.

"Lance Corporal Greg Pineda of the First Marine Division, sir." Greg replied, causing the two adults to look at him with a surprised expression across their faces. The woman had a sweatdrop run down behind her head as she cleared her throat.

"We understand that part already from Ms. Scarletina here. We want to know where you learned how to fight like this." The woman held up her device which played the fight between Greg and the forces of Grimm from today. Greg rubbed his head at this sheepishly as he began to explain.

"Well I was trained at Parris Island before assigned to Third Squad under Sergeant Stanford, the squad leader and my training instructor as well. Now, Stanford was a straight up sadist. I mean I loved the guy in a respectful non-homosexual way. He taught me all the tricks in the book, saved my life multiple times, but was a very sick man." Greg replied, shuddering at the memory of Stanford crushing a cat in his hand so hard its head actually popped off in a shower of blood. Then there were stories about how he raided brothels in Mexico while working as a police officer and stole the money while both enjoying the hookers and shooting anyone who had a complaint about it.

"I see… Mr. Pineda. Since you have no clue about where you landed, I will make you a deal. I want you to attend my academy and learn the ways of becoming a Hunter. And before you ask, Hunters and Huntresses are the protectors of the innocent who battle against crime and the creatures known as Grimm. You already fought against the Grimm and proven yourself a well-rounded individual who puts the safety of others ahead of your own safety. In return to attending the academy, I will help you understand the knowledge of Remnant and its society while having people find a way to send you back to your own realm. This is a decision that you can make with no repercussions whatsoever." Ozpin offered, causing the Marine to think. Truthfully if he was going to be staying here for a while then it would be best to be able to be trained on fighting more efficiently in this world as well as understanding its cultures. Besides, Ozpin wanted him to attend an academy that would teach him these things while helping Greg get home and back into the war. Making his decision, Greg looked up and spoke to the headmaster.

"When do I ship out?"

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"Wow….." Greg, along with many other students including Velvet and Orion Scarletina, gaped in amazement at the city of Vale from his view on the transport airship to Beacon Academy. The Marine would be lying if he said this wasn't surprising to him. He looked out the window like a child on his/her first time in an airplane. It was breath-taking and awesome.

"Oh look! There's the market district to the west side." One girl pointed out, the area below an open air market with various people, both human and Faunus purchasing foods and other goods without any trouble.
"Oh my! Look at the park! It has so many people there! Must be awesome to visit on the weekends!" A boy cried out, the park teeming with kids and teens of all ages. They were playing various sports, games, or listen to their friends playing to musical instruments. This made Greg want to go into town and find a guitar to play when he had free time.

"Oh. Now theres a store I would like to visit sometime." One voice caught the trio's attention as they looked at the source. The voice belonged to a girl around their age with fair skin and short dark brown hair. She had wavy locks on one side of her face, varying in color from dark brown to red. Her clothes consisted of a cocoa-colored long shirt with a dark brown corset. She wore long dark brown trousers with ribbons on the left side and a black belt with golden spikes. Above it, she has on another cream-colored belt of bullets with a gold crosshairs buckle and what appears to be a drape of black skirt on her right side. She wears a pair of dark brown high-heeled leather boots with buckle. This also includes a number of accessories, such as a gray shawl and bracelet with black roses as decoration; these are accompanied by black gloves and necklaces. She wears a beret of a darker brown and a pair of sunglasses. Finally she holds a black shoulder bag with gold studs, which is held by a bandolier strap. The girl turned to the Marine and looked at his appearance as if she was planning on making him a new look.

"My, my. You look like you need a new style, boy. Probably some light blue jeans, a white t-shirt with a plaid button up over it, preferable left unbuttoned, and white and black sneakers. Yeah, I think that would be your style." The girl points out, surprising Greg about how correct she was.
"How did you… You know what. Never mind that. Anyway, my name is Greg Pineda and these two twins are Velvet and Orion Scarletina." Greg introduced, to which the girl shook their hands in return.

"A pleasure to meet you three as well. I'm Coco by the way. I couldn't help but notice your clothing looks more old fashion military wise." This comment made Greg look down at himself before looking back up at Coco.

"Old fashion? This is the latest USMC issued equipment as of now. We don't have a much technological advances in armor and uniforms as your society, but we sure as hell have a fighting force to be reckoned with." Greg replied, Coco smirking at the Marine in amusement.

"Relax, boy. I'm only voicing the observation of my point of view. Besides, the advanced and sleek armor design of the Atlas and Vacuo military make the user more reckless while rugged and battle-ready combat gear your USMC and the Vytal Marine Corps use makes you more efficient by reminding you of your constant weaknesses thus making you more tactical wise and skilled. Besides, I think it looks good on you anyway." Coco explained, the last part causing Greg to blush. Velvet suddenly felt unhappy for an unknown reason when Greg was blushing at Coco's compliment. Suddenly a hologram of Glynda Goodwitch appeared on the hologram TVs.

"Greetings, new initiates. I'm Professor Goodwitch, teacher at Beacon Academy. It is here where we will make you into the hunters and huntresses of the future. You shall all report to the auditorium for an assembly speech, given by the headmaster of Beacon, Professor Ozpin. Welcome to Beacon Academy."

Present Day (One Year Later)

Beacon Academy

"Man, I can't believe my little brother managed to get into Beacon a year early of graduation from Signal. Can you believe that, guys?" Greg Pineda questioned his teammates as they waited in the front of the academy for the airship to arrive. The Marine, now eighteen-years-old and a second year at Beacon, wore the style of clothing that Coco had once said suited his style. He had on blue jeans, a white t-shirt with a plaid blue button up over it left opened, his tan Marine Corps ballcap on his head, and black and white sneakers on his feet.

"Meh. Ye best hope Miguel doesn't screw up at this academy. Last thin' ye need is ye brother embarrassin' ye." Pyromaniac and Explosives user Leland "Boom-Boom" Batista commented, earning a glare from his partner Randi. The Irish accented teen had brown hair, pale skin, and blue eyes that tended to show a mischievous hint to his personality. The boy wore khaki long sleeved pants with a web gear belt around his waist with pouches, a khaki button up shirt, a white t-shirt to go underneath it, a khaki fatigue cap over his head, and black combat boots. A bandolier went across his upper body while a patch on his left shoulder sleeve showed a picture of a bundle of dynamite, a grenade, and a brick of C-4 in the center.

"You know, Leland. Sometimes you can be rather pessimistic while trying to be humorous." Heiress Randi Jackson of the PMC group, Jackson's A-Teams, pointed out, her arms crossed at her friend and partner. The girl held the record of being the hottest girl at the academy as well as the largest set of boobs. She had brown silky hair that went down past her thin waist line, sun-tanned skin, and bright green eyes. Her clothing consisted of short cargo pants, a tight black tank top, and brown boots. This wasn't her actual combat uniform but it was a secondary one. Leland turned to his partner and grinned at her.

"Oh really now? Well let me remind ye who doesn't have ta worry aboot lads gropin' ye massive breasts because ye of the opposite gender. Remember, lassie?" Leland retorted playfully, going behind Randi and gently squeezing her massive assets on her front side. Randi blushed furiously before turning around and punching Batista in the face. The pyromaniac fell to the ground, a bruise forming on his cheek and a large smile across his face.

"Why does Leland always do that to Randi?" Velvet Scarletina asked, shaking her head at the couple who seemed to love each other yet constantly tease the other. She had gotten taller but was still four inches shorter Greg's height, despite the long rabbit ears on her head. She currently wore blue skinny jeans and a red t-shirt with a white rabbit face on the front. About a month ago, she and Greg had announced to her family and his long lost family that they were officially a couple and loved each other greatly. Peter Scarletina, being the protective father he was, pulled out his shotgun and fired a round into Angelica Pineda's, Greg's mother's, SUV as a warning. It wasn't until after Usagi Scarletina threatened to make him sleep on the couch for an entire year and hit him with a frying pan did he apologize for shooting up the car. Angelica, however, talked with Velvet and both came to an agreement that Velvet would never cheat or hurt her oldest and reunited son in any way or else she would be in serious trouble with the La Tejana, again Greg's mother, of the Los Tejanos vigilante group.

"Because they love each other in a strange way. Love makes you do stupid things really. However its worth it if it makes them happy." Greg answered, looking up to see the airship landing in front of the second year students. The main door of the craft opened after touch down, releasing the new initiates into the academy grounds. Greg immediately spotted his sixteen year old little brother, Miguel Pineda, walking and talking a blond seventeen-year-old boy in a suit of white armor with a red cape tied behind him. Miguel looked up and saw his older brother standing with his team. The young hispanic smiled and ran up to Greg, using his semblance of reaction time and speed to tackle at his brother.

"BIG BROTHER!" Miguel cried out, tackling Greg to the ground with a massive and fast hug. The two brothers laughed as Greg got back up and placed Miguel in a headlock while rubbing his knuckle into his head.

"What have you been up to, little bro?" Greg asked, letting Miguel go as the younger Tejano tried to fix his black hair. The boy wore a black duster with grey chest armor underneath it and a grey long pants. Black cowboy boots covered his feet while a black cowboy hat was in his right hand. On his belt were two pistol holsters for his twin .357 Revolvers named Quick and Draw.

"Well I was at this mall, when suddenly the White Fang show up and begin demanding everyone to go into this small store for control. However I was in the restroom while they gathered up people so I took them out one at a time and rescued the hostages. Then this blonde lady named Goodwitch approached me and took me to see Headmaster Ozpin. We talked and then he offered me a chance to go into his academy a year early. Isn't that so cool? Oh and also mom says that she wants grandchildren from you and Velvet as soon as you guys graduate." This last bit of information made Velvet and Greg blushed while Batista bursted out laughing. The blond boy who was talking to Miguel looked at the academy, amazed by its sight, that he failed to notice a girl in red bump into him, sending him crashing into a luggage cart filled with crates.

"Watch it, you idiot! Don't you have a idea how delicate these things are!" A voice shouted at him, the fact that it was insulting him made the blond get back up and, after helping up the dizzy girl onto her feet, turned to the girl who yelled at him.

"Hey, I'm sorry, alright. I wasn't watching where I was going and fell over your luggage. So no need for name calling or yelling, miss." The boy replied, failing to calm down the girl in white. The girl in red stood next to him as the girl in white opened a case and pulled out a vial of Dust.

"Do you have any idea of dangerous this stuff is? I swear that this is worth more than ten of you, you dolt!" As she continued ranting, she shook the container around, failing to realize that it was leaking. The girl in red tried to fight back a sneeze that was about to happen, but was rapidly failing. The blond boy noticed this and quickly grabbed his sword out of his sheath and transformed the sheath into a shield in front of him just in time as the girl sneezed. The result was an explosion of fire, ice, and lightning in a cloud of smoke, causing everyone of Greg's team and Miguel to cough and wave their hands to clear the smoke. The smoke cleared to reveal the white girl and the red girl covered in soot while the knight had his shield covered in black soot but remained unscathed.

"Well thats something ye don't see every frickin' day." Batista commented, earning a nod from his partner. The blond knight turned the shield into its sheath form and slid the sword back in while the girl in white glared at the red hooded girl.

"Look. I'm sorry, princess." Red replied when suddenly a girl in black with amber eyes walked up to the group.

"Its heiress actually. She's Weiss Schnee of Schnee Dust Company, the largest producers of Dust…." The girl started off, making Weiss smile confidently. However Black clothed girl wasn't finished yet. "The same company who uses force labor and questionable background deals."
"Why...I...Argh!" Weiss screamed in frustration before storming off, leaving behind a snickering girl in red and the white knight. The heiress was about to push past Team GRVL when Weiss recognized the PMC heiress right in front of here. "Why, Randi. Its nice to see you again. I hope that this brute named Leland isn't giving you any trouble."
"Washboard!" Batista coughed insultingly, causing Weiss to blush and cross her arms over her chest protectively. Not that she had much of a chest anyway. Batista grinned at the Schnee heiress and began his teasing. "So, Ice Queen. 'ows the family doin'? Aye haven't been able ta write ta ye guys ever since me father's last trip ta the hospital. By the way, is he alright?" Weiss held back her boiling anger as she shaked his head at Batista.

"My family is doing fine, Leland. And as for your father, he is still paralyzed from the waist down. No matter how many times the doctors tell us, we refuse to give up on him." Weiss replied, making Leland sober in guilt and depression. He was responsible for causing his father the loss of the use of his legs. If only he hadn't planted a bomb in the mine for the White Fang suicide bomber that lied to him.

"Anyway. Lets get all of you to the auditorium for Ozpin's speech so vamos!" Greg changed the subject, pushing Weiss along much to her protest while the red girl and the white knight followed behind the second year team. Unknown to anyone at Beacon, they were about to receive some surprising visitors tomorrow at the initiation, both new and one familiar face that a certain set of twins haven't seen in a long time.

Hey, guys. Marinerecon here today, presenting you the first chapter of Ghosts of Remnants REVAMPED. While Mentor was recovering from an accident involving a guy that attacked him and his girl with a knife (Yes, I believe the prick with the knife was arrested by the Mounties.), I got this idea of changing it to where it could fit the canon of the show RWBY. So I made Greg Pineda come from the Battlefield Universe while his father transported himself back into the Ghosts universe. Why you ask? You'll find out in the next chapter. Anyway, so Team GRVL and COFY are second year teams like in the series of RWBY. If you can figure out who is in place of Velvet on Team COFY then I will congratulate you. Anyway I don't own Battlefield, RWBY, or Call of Duty at all. Only my OC's and a few ideas. Don't worry, Team RADR will arrive in Remnant in the next chapter. Marinerecon out.