Thank you for all of the reviews! They really mean a lot to me! Any criticism at all would help me. Well, on with the show.
Oh and I forgot to say that I only own Charlie, Emma, and any other characters that don't seem familiar, and that Modern Warfare belongs to its respected owners.
"Charlie, we're almost at the base." Yelled Nikolai from the pilot's seat. I opened my eyes and looked down at Emma, who was sleeping peacefully in my arms. The little kitten was stretched out next to her on the ground.
Carefully, I placed Emma on the floor of the chopper and began to crawl over to the small, circle shaped window across from me. The trees were becoming sparse and sand could be seen for miles. Suddenly the barracks and track of the TF 141 came into sight.
Home sweet home. Several minutes later we were landing on the heli pad. Nikolai turned around.
"Here we are! Tell the others I said hi." I picked up my still sleeping daughter and grabbed the whining kitten with my free hand.
"Wait, you're not staying?" I shot him a confused look.
"Sorry, but no. I have to help with the situation in Russia."
"Speaking of which, why were there Russians on my front door?" I asked as I hopped out of the chopper, which made Emma begin to stir.
"They'll explain it to you later!" He began to take off.
"Who will? Nikolai?" I yelled to the ascending bird. Dammit...
"I will." Answered a Scottish voice I was all too familiar with. I turned around to see Soap standing a few feet away with his arms crossed. He smiled at me and began to speak again.
"I see that you've brought along some extra luggage. Hello lass." Emma was staring at him, wearing an expression of fear.
"Say hi sweetie." I whispered. The three year old stayed silent.
"It's alright Char. But we need to go meet the new recruits. Ghost is with them now, poor lads. He's probably scared the shite out of them. " He started to walk away. I cleared my throat to grab his attention.
"Um, what about Emma. I don't think she needs to meet them too." Soap stopped and turned around.
"Right... I'll go find Archer. He can watch her while we deal with the fresh meat."
"LISTEN UP MUPPETS! THE CAPTAIN'S HERE TO SAY A FEW WORDS. IF HE DOES'NT GET EACH OF YOUR FULL ATENTION, THEN THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES." Ghost screamed at the five shaking men in front of him. Well, four shaking men. The largest one had a grin on his face and seemed to be enjoying the show Ghost was putting on.
"SIR YES SIR!" He replied. The smaller man next to him looked like he was going to puke.
"Shut up Meat..." He whispered to the smart ass next to him. Ghost began to approach Meat.
"CHEEKY BASTARD! I'M GONNA-" Ghost yelled until Soap interrupted.
"That's enough Ghost. You've put the fear of God in them already so no need to get carried away." He began. Ghost glanced at the captain and began to back away from the soldier. He took his spot on the right side os Soap, while I was on the left.
"Right then. I'm Captain John MacTavish, and this is Lieutenant Charlotte Tyler. Welcome to Task Force 141, the most elite group of soldiers on the planet. Here your skills and abilities in combat will be tested, but that shouldn't be a problem since you've earned your spot. Training will start at 8am sharp and end at 4pm. If you're late then you'll have to run 20 laps around the track, understood?" The five men nodded.
"As for the moment you will be heading over to the pit with Lt. Tyler and Ghost so we can evaluate your skills. Dismissed." The Captain started to head back to his office. I cleared my throat.
"Alright men. Follow me." I turned around and began to walk to the training course, but one of the soldiers fell onto me, bringing the two of us to the ground.
"Oi watch it!" I yelled. Looking up I saw the face of the soldier who was standing next to Meat earlier. I've never seen anyone turn as red as he did. I heard Meat begin to laugh uncontrollably.
"Sorry ma'am.. Tripped on a rock..." He said as he helped me up, his face still red as a beet.
"Well be more careful, they bite sometimes. What's your name?" I asked as I dusted off my pants,
"Sergeant Gary Sanderson, ma'am." He muttered.
"You can drop the ma'am's. Just call me Charlie." I replied.
"Yes ma-, I mean Charlie."
"Ooh looks like Gary made a friend! That's a first!" Meat said, gaining a few laughs from the others.
"Shut up back there! You wankers are giving me a headache!" Ghost yelled from the front of the group. I could tell his already bad mood was about to get worse. These men didn't seem to have the attitude of predigested soldiers.
"FASTER YOU LITTLE TWAT! WE'RE NOT PAYING YOU TO SIT ON YOUR ARSE!"
Meat had been running the course for over two minuets now. Sweat was pouring off of his face and he was breathing heavily. His shooting skills weren't bad, but his stamina needed some work. About 50 seconds later he crossed-well more like collapsed- at the finish line. Ghost sighed and shock his head.
"That was fucking pathetic." Ghost yelled to him. Sadly he wasn't the worst. A guy named Toad had an even four minuets, while another named Royce ran it in five minuets and eleven seconds. Although Scarecrow had finished it at two minuets and three seconds, none of them so far were able to touch Ghost's time of fifty-three seconds, or get any where near my fifty-seven seconds. Meat limped over to the others and sat on the ground in defeat. Now it was Gary's turn, the scrawniest of the new recruits.
This should be good.
"Sanderson, you're up. On you're go." I called.
He started to sprint towards the targets and the timer began. Gary took down the three targets in front of him effortlessly and moved onto the next area. He threw a flash bang into the window of a fake building, which took out four more of the wooden enemies. Then he sprinted up the staircase and stabbed the enemy at the top. Wasting no time, he shot down the enemies ahead of him, never missing the target or hitting a civilian. He jumped down into the last area, where he did so again. Finally, he shot the last target and sprinted to the finish line.
Ghost and I looked at each other.
59 seconds...
We left the small area that overlooked the course to meet the worn out men.
"That was a damn fine job, Sanderson." I said as I approached him and the other less successful men.
"Alright, that was less than to be desired- for the most part." I glanced at Gary.
"But we'll toughen you guys up. You can have the rest of the day off. Dismissed." Ghost and I turned our backs on the group of men and began to walk towards the barracks.
"So I guess we have a lot of work ahead of us." Said Ghost as we walked back. "Though that Sanderson guy has some potential."
"Some?" I said.
"Alright he was impressive. But we don't know if he'll be like that in actual combat. He might choke as soon as he sees the enemy."
"But you don't get in the 141 for choking." I chuckled.
We finally arrived at the rec room, where Archer was playing doggy with Emma. He looked up at me.
"Look who's here kiddo!" He said to the giggling girl on his back. She looked over at me and jumped off of her "doggy" into my arms.
"Mummy! Where did you go?" Emma said as I hugged her.
"I was working. Did you have a good day with Archer?" She nodded and began to tell me what they did.
"We went on a walk and played with Scarecrow, but he isn't very scary. Oh and we got ice cream from one of the cooks, but Mummy he was scary. His name should be Scarecrow. And look at the collar Archer gave to Peanut!" She held up the squirming kitten that now wore a red ribbon around its neck.
"So where did you get that name?" I asked.
"We found him eating pean-" Her face went blank as she looked over my shoulder at Ghost.
"Mummy...who's that.." Her fear towards Ghost was obvious.
"I'm Ghost. Charlie why did you bring Emma here?" Ghost asked curiously. I stood up and the three year old began to hug my legs.
"Actually, I was about to go ask MacTavish about that. Archer, would you mind watching her for a little longer?"
"Not at all. Come on Emma, want to watch TV?" Archer replied. Emma let go of my legs and ran into the sniper's arms. He picked her up and brought her over to the couch. I started to walk to Soap's office.
"What do you mean about asking MacTavish... Ask him what?" Ghost sounded even more confused now. I turned around.
"I'll tell you after I finish talking to him. See you later."
I knocked on the door to Soap's office.
"Come in."
I opened the door and entered the tidy office. Soap sat at his desk typing on an ancient computer.
"If Shepherd can afford to buy us the best technology in the world then why are you using that dinosaur of a computer?" I asked.
"Ask the bastard himself." He chuckled. "What's up?"
"Well, I was kind of wondering why were there Russians at my house?" The smiled faded from his face.
"They wanted to find you, Charlie. They found out that you were on leave. I don't know how but they did. They must have assumed that if they captured and tortured you, then you would've said where the base was or anything else they wanted to know about the 141. But that wouldn't of worked. I know you'd never talk."
"Is that why you cut my leave short?"
"Yes. I didn't want to scare you or your family." He continued.
"I wouldn't have been scared." I put my hand on my hip.
"Not scared for yourself. You would've been scared for Emma. I didn't want you to have to worry about her."
"I'll always be worrying about her. And one more question. Why did they attack the whole city instead of just me?" That part didn't make sense.
"They didn't know where you lived, so they looked everywhere. They aren't the brightest you know." He took a sip of coffee.
"How many people died?" I asked. There was pause.
"13,000..." I sat down in the chair across from his desk.
"Oh my God... that many?" I was shocked. That many people died because of me?
"Yes. Did your Grandparents get out?" Before I could stop it, a tear ran down my cheek.
"No..." He got up from his desk and put a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry. They were great people."
I wiped my face with the back of my hand. "I should probably go check on Emma. She doesn't know about them yet. The whole things been a blur to her."
"Alright. If you need anything then let me know." I got up and walked towards the door.
"Thanks Soap."
That took forever! But it's done. Thanks for reading!
