Disclaimer: I do not own Call of Duty or any of the characters within the game. I only own Melody "Jinx" Rodgers and Ana "Frost" Thompson. Any of the story line that seems familiar, I most likely do not own. This story will pretty much follow the story for Modern Warfare 2.

LOCATING...
Lieutenant Melody "Jinx" Rodgers
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REROUTING...
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Captain John "Soap" MacTavish
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MacTavish POV

Jinx had managed to get us out of our bind. Shepard had us bring Frost and Jinx back with us so he could talk to them.

"Jinx, Ghost, Frost, MacTavish. Come in." Shepard beckoned us into the debriefing room.

Jinx looked uneasy. She hates Shepard with a burning passion.

"Mission report, from all four of you. But first, I need to say a few words. Getting caught the way you did! You're all trained better than that! It's like I sent in a group of FNG's. You had to rely on a woman to save your sorry asses." Shepard opened his mouth to say more, but Jinx cut him off.

"Woah, woah, woah. Relying on two women, by the way, that's not a bad thing! We're human too! Just because we're female, it doesn't mean we can't get the job done. I know that you're a sexist asshole, but bloody hell you just can't keep your mouth shut can you?" Jinx snapped.

"I am you're General! You will speak to me with respect or I will kick your ass off of this team! Do I make myself clear?"

Jinx nodded once.

"I said, Am. I. Clear?"

"Yes, sir." Jinx grumbled, standing with her hands behind her back.

"At ease, soldier. As I was saying, you're all despicable. I expect more from you. Now, I need a mission report from all of you. Frost, Jinx, welcome back to the team. First Lieutenant Ghost, meet you're Second Lieutenant. As for you, Lieutenant Rodgers, watch your step. I can easily make the rest of your stay here very unpleasant. Dismissed."

Jinx was the first out of the room.

"Tavish, am I cleared to go to the shooting range?" Jinx asked through gritted teeth.

"Be my guest." I replied.

Ghost and I watched Jinx storm down the hall, Frost going the other way.

"What's her problem?" Ghost questioned.

"She's been through a lot. Her record is still in my office. Along with Frost's. I suggest that you brush up your knowledge on the two of them."

Ghost nodded once.

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LOCATING...
Captain John "Soap" MacTavish
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REROUTING...
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First Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley
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Ghost walked down one of the hallways in the 141's base. He came to a halt in front of MacTavish's office. Entering the room, he began his search for Jinx and Frost's files. He found Frost's relatively quickly. Jinx's took a bit longer to find. With both files in hand, he shut the office door behind him and made his way back towards his room.

He walked into his room and sat on the bottom bunk. Each room had two sets of bunk beds. He currently wasn't rooming with anyone. Jinx and Frost would probably end up sharing a room. He wasn't sure. Sitting at the desk, he began with Frost's file.

Sergeant Ana "Frost" Thompson

Active Duty.

Previously with U.S. Army Rangers.

Thompson is adequate with the following,

Assault Rifles

Submachine Guns

Handguns

Ghost passed through the basic information that begins every file. He skimmed down to the various missions and co ops listed in Frost's file.

CLASSIFIED INFORMATION

Ghost went through the Classified portion of Frost's file. The things she's been through, she truly deserved to be a Sergeant. He thought of how she portrayed herself when he first met her. She was hiding a lot, but like most people, her eyes betrayed her emotions.

He picked up Jinx's file. He was more interested in her's. That's one thing he noticed, her eyes were hardened and mostly blank of emotion. You didn't see that often. She was hard to read. That was for sure.

Lieutenant Melody "Jinx" Rodgers

Active Duty.

Previously with CIA and briefly with Marine Corps.

Rodgers is adequate with the following,

Sniper Rifles

Light Machine Guns

Special Grenades

Handguns

Various Explosives

CLASSIFIED INFORMATION

Operation Barefoot.

Mission Success.

Debrief: Undercover assignment. To become apart of a weapon's ring, and take them down from the inside.

Alias: Maria Thames, Age 23

Weapon ring, taken down. Rodgers was the last surviving member of her three man team. They were discovered, endangering their chances of survival. Time spent in infirmary: four months. Rodgers blew the ring halfway to hell.

Rodgers was given the choice to reassign, she denied.

Ghost paused after this line. Denied? Why would she deny a chance to leave, a chance to go back home? That was most of the soldiers's dream. To back home to their families. Did she even have a family? Ghost skimmed through her file until he found her current address.

Bibury, England

Ghost looked at the words confused. He'd never heard of Bibury. It must've been a small town in England. Ghost closed Jinx's file and leaned back to think. He shook his head, he needed a cigarette. Standing up, he walked out of his room to go out to the smoking area. Pulling out a cigarette, he lit in and inhaled. He watched the smoke trail up and dissipate. His thoughts were muddled together. Jinx and Frost both were interesting woman. Ghost just wasn't sure what to make of them.

He'd find out later, he guessed.