Edited: 1/22/19

AN: Hey guys welcome to my story!

This story came to my head the other day while I was listening to xxxtentacion. Don't ask why this idea came about while listening to him there is no real correlation.

I Understand if not all of you enjoy this story but I hope that you at least give the story a shot. Warning this story contains tons of vulgar language and offensive nicknames.

Oh yeah and I don't own RWBY or anything involved with it. If i did a certain character would still be alive and Qrow would be the main character.

Welp here we go enjoy!

Oh god my fucking head. What happened? Where am I?

Oh wait that's right we were on patrol.

We were returning to base when everything went black. Did we get hit by an IED? Am I dead?

No I can't be dead everything hurts. And I'm still in the Humvee. I look to my left and Volk is unconscious. I look behind me and Kopman and Newlin are the same.

I step out of the vehicle and quickly check for pulses. All of them are alive and seem to be well. Except for being Unconcious of course. Turning around to take in my new surroundings all I see is a huge field surrounded by an emerald green forest with what looks like ruins with...chess pieces?

Everything is green. The air feels cool and clean. Where the fuck are we? This definitely isn't Helmand Province. The Humvee is still in perfect condition and all our equipment seems to be in working order.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HAPPENED", a rough voice yells out.

Looks like Cpl. Kopman woke up.

"I have no idea Cpl. but all our equipment seems in order and fire team Charlie is all accounted for and alive. But besides that I'm just as lost as you are." I responded walking over to Kopman as he stumbled out of the Humvee. Respectfully giving the Team leader the sitrep. Getting up close to him I can see his scraggly sad excuse for a beard. After all when on deployment shaving is occasionally overlooked. Sadly all I can grow is a mustache and being Mexican growing that out would only lead to more Mexican jokes. Don't need to give the idiots more ammunition. They already cracked enough speedy Gonzalez jokes when they found out I am am pretty quick on my feet. Kopman is four inches shorter than me standing around 5ft 10 in (178cm) with blond hair and green eyes. He's only slightly older than me at 22 compared to my 19.

"Good shit PFC. Frias wake up the other idiots and get Recon started and see if we can get some kind of comms up while I keep an eye out for hostiles on the tree line. Assume we are still in a combat zone and all ROE still apply. Tracking?"

"Roger Cpl. I'm tracking"

While Kopman aims his M4 at the tree line surrounding us keeping an eye out. I walk over to the other side of the Humvee and open up the driver's door. I see Pvt Volk still unconscious. The shortest in the fireteam at 5ft8in (173cm) we often refer to him as Hitler's wet dream since he's as "Aryan" looking as possible like he just came out of a Hitler youth camp with his blonde hair and blue eyes. He's a good guy don't get me wrong, but definitely a fresh outta high school idiot.

*smack* I smack him hard enough across the face to leave a red handprint on his cheek.

"Ah fuck you Frias you goddamn faggot" Volk cries out while clutching his tender face.

"Come on numnuts we got a situation and we need to secure the perimeter. Help Cpl secure the area so we can begin Recon and figure out where the hell we are and what the fuck happened. I'll wake up Newlin."

"Fucking shit… At least this place looks better than that shithole we were in" Volk mumbles as he gets out of his M4 with a mounted M320 grenade launcher heading over to Kopman as while I move onto PFC. Newlin. A massive man easily the strongest guy in the fireteam exactly the same height as me. We call him Private faggot because we found out he went to college for a year to study theatre and entered BCT with a ponytail. That didn't last long his long brown hair was gone the moment he stepped foot in Fort Jackson.

What can I say we're just a bunch of assholes don't let shit like that be common knowledge. I'm pretty sure he buffed up to seem manlier. However we can't deny that he is one of the smartest guys in our platoon.

*smack*

"Ah son of a bitch what the fuck was that for you wetback son of a bitch?"

"Hey private faggot wake the fuck up get your M249 up and running we got a situation. We are in an unknown location and we have no idea where the rest of the patrol went. We are securing the area and-"

"Hey! Who are you guys and how did you get a truck out here? I didn't see you guys at the cliffs. Are you guys lost?" a loud feminine voice yells out at me.

I quickly turn around with my M4 raised and find myself face to face with one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life. She had long flowing blonde hair, absolutely massive rack, cute button nose, heart shaped face…...wait does she have purple eyes?

AN:

And thats the first chapter of TFIR I hope you guys enjoyed. I know it was an extremely short chapter. I plan for future chapters to last anywhere between 3k words and 5k words. The next chapter will be uploaded tomorrow morning!

Have a Fan-fucking-tastic day!