Author's Notes:
The following story is set up so that both Splinter Cell and Metal Gear universes are the same. In some events both timelines maybe changed for the sake of the story. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
The air conditioned room in the command center gave relief to Sam Fisher and his four-man SEAL team from the hot Kuwaiti air outside.
If it wasn't for the wide American flags at both walls the room could have been just some make shift auditorium instead of a place for planning military ops. Sam and his fellow SEAL, Victor Coste were familiar with this kind of waiting. They had been in countless silent wars throughout the 80s, from Afghanistan to Grenada. There were the grizzled members of the squad. Justin Connell and Chris Hennings were the newer faces of team. Like all SEALs they had to go through hell to get where they are. They were young guys but there were anything but naïve.
The echoing of footsteps came from behind the SEALs, flanking them on both sides. Four man teams.
Is this a joint operation? Fisher thought.
His team was just a stumped.
"What do you think is going on Sam?" Vic asked.
"Green Berets," Sam answered, observing the guests. "Special Air Service, I can tell by their patches, looks like we're coming out the woodwork against Suddam."
Vic chuckled. "Against the fourth largest army, we're might need all the help we can get on this one Sam."
Both of Sam's eyes caught something particular. One of Green Berets, a young guy who looks too young to be one of them looks like the SAS member on the right. The only small difference being the American had brown hair and the Englishman was blond.
Brothers maybe? Sam thought. Damn remote.
The long silence was halted after heavy pounced down on floor echoing through the room behind the SEALs. It was Colonel Thomas Reed their commanding officer. Reed stepped up the front room and faced his men with oozing confidence.
Reed kept his hair in a traditional military buzz cut. He was a young man, younger than Fisher and Coste but didn't appear so. Reed had the discipline of any commander ten to twenty years older than him.
"Good morning men and welcome to Kuwait." He told his men. He gave aura the of a man who was ready get down to business. No time for any formalities. "I've been given orders that this is a joint operation." Reed continued. "US Army Green Berets, US Navy SEALs and British Special Air Service are working together on this one. Your mission is to track down SCUD missiles and destroy them. That is the mission of Green Berets and SEALs."
Reed turned his attention to the SAS team. "SAS," He ordered. "You have different task. Your job is to find out any information regarding Iraq's R&D of their nuclear weapons program."
He turned back to everyone else around him.
"For the past ten years Suddam Hussein has been making habit of throwing his weight around. Right now let's make the bastard pay! Now let's head out!"