Thanks to the overwhelming response, I will continue. Hope you'll all enjoy.
Disclaimer: I will never own Call Of Duty
Third Person
Somewhere in England...
"Just sign here and here and you're all set." The motherly woman said cheerfully.
"Thank you Mrs. Huff for all the help." Roach said his brown hair fell to his eye.
"It was no trouble." She said as Roach left the cold room.
He walked towards the end of the base where a small row of houses resided.
He walked up to the first home. It was beautiful, brick walls that contrasted with the gray sky.
He looked at his surroundings, noticing no one was around he silently jogged up the steps and opened the door.
To his surprise it was open. A family room to his right, a kitchen to his left, and in front was a grand staircase. He walked upstairs after taking off his combat boots. A door was open and he peered in.
A plain white room with a full bed, nightstand, and dresser.
He walked around the cold room soon finding two doors. One opened into a closet, the other a full bathroom.
He went downstairs shaking his head, he was acting like a girl. But he couldn't even act like a boy either.
Gary 'Roach' Sanderson was now a man.
Georgia, United States
When Gary called after a few days, things seemed to be brighter. She was going to be moving into a base full of warriors.
She started to prepare. Packing up a two story house in three days was tough. But, keeping to her tight schedule, she found packing to be soothing.
Although, there were some times she would come across a stray picture of her now broken family, she overlooked into her bright future with the Task Force 141.
A day before her departure, her airline ticket arrived. Cambridgeshire was her destination. She sighed as she walked up the long driveway, back into the house.
As she opened the door she notice the house was colder, as if she could slice the tension in the air with a knife. Jasmine thought nothing of it as she climbed the stairs.
Somewhere in England...
Simon 'Ghost' Riley was not the most talkative person. He enjoyed to be in the background, which was kind of tough since his skull marked balaclava called for attention.
When one of his best friends, Roach, came to him asking for help he came up with a possible solution.
Ghost also liked to feel helpful.
So when March came around, Roach and surprisingly Soap, were nervous. When it was 1300 hours they immediately walked off to where the base's Humvee was located.
With the CO gone, Ghost took control of the small ragtag team of the so called "best hand picked warriors on the planet."
After seemingly endless hours of drills and obstacle courses, Soap and Roach came back.
And amongst their midst was a pretty blonde girl.
When they stepped out of the overly accessorized jeep, his heartbeat increased. He then shook his head. This girl was Roach's kid sister.
The members of the 141 were gossiping like old hens about her sudden appearance.
"You are released men." Ghost commanded, the team scrambled off towards the mess hall.
He then walked casually to his CO.
"Hello." He greeted the teenager.
"Why are you wearing a mask?" She asked bluntly.
Roach was in shock before he said, " Jas that's not polite."
"It's alright." He stated with a chuckle.
She studied him for a few seconds, "From what my brother told me I'm going to assume you're Ghost." She said in an uninterested voice.
"You're correct." He said.
"I always am." She smirked as Roach led her away.
Soap slapped his back, "She got you good mate."
"It'll never happen again." He muttered to himself.
"It's funny how you two don't like each other, seeing as you have a lot in common." Soap continued.
"We do?" Ghost's head popped up.
"Yeah she's a whiz on computers. A little anti-social though." He commented.
"Yeah we have a ot in common." He quietly added while looking at her curiosly.