Sergeant Taylor 'Angel' Anderson

22nd SAS Regiment

April 24, 2011 - 21:47:43

Hereford, United Kingdom

We arrived at Base yesterday afternoon. We hadn't been on the ground for five minutes before Captain Price, and Gaz disappeared. There was a debriefing in an hour. I retreated to my room before the debriefing to get a quick shower in. After a very refreshing shower, I started to head towards the Briefing Room to find it empty except for Soap. He was there writing in a small journal.

"Having fun?" I asked.

"Aye." He replied simply as he put it back in his pocket.

I went over and sat next to him while we waiting for the rest of the lads to arrive. They trickled in over the next few minutes. We were all chatting while we waited. And then it happened, Captain Price made his dramatic entrance with Gaz in his wake. They made their way to the front of the room and waited for us to quiet down.

"Lads, before I begin, any questions?" Price asked in a surprisingly calm voice.

"Why did the Arabs have a nuke, sir?" Clark asked.

"MoD is working on that one." Price said. "Anything else?"

I looked around at that one. Soap looked like he wanted to say something.

"When's the next mission, boss?" Griffen asked.

"There's a briefing tomorrow about it." He answered honestly.

Everyone was silent for a couple minutes.

"Very well. Good job on the Cargoship. For such a good job, after we're done, I'll order pizza and beer." Price smiled.

There were cheers all around. Price didn't seem the type to order pizza and beer. I felt uneasy, mostly because Gaz was staring at Soap and I the whole time.

"Dismissed!" Price ordered.

We all stood and started to walk out. I followed the rest of the lads towards the dining room. Once we got there and sat down, Soap and I got to know each other a little better. After an hour or so, I turned to Soap.

"You need a haircut." I said.

"Aye, I do." Soap laughed. "But I doubt the barber is open at a quarter to nine."

"Then go tomorrow." I yawned.

"Aye, I will." Soap chuckled. "And you need to go to bed."

"Aye, I will." I tried to mimic him and failed miserably.

We had a good laugh at that. After we stopped, I got up and walked outside into the cold April air. I was about halfway there when I heard someone behind me. I turned to look and was not surprised in the slightest.

"If you're going to be stalking me, you'll have to work on your stealth." I said.

"If I were stalking you, you'd have the slightest clue I was here." He replied.

"Well if you're following me, the least you could do is keep me company on this walk." I said.

He laughed and continued closer. When he was next to me, we continued on. After a minute, I started to shiver slightly.

"Cold?" He asked.

I nodded and next thing I know, he had his arm over my shoulders. It was interesting how perfectly his arm fit over my shoulders. I wasn't cold anymore. We continued onward towards our room. I was falling asleep while walking, which I had never done before. Before I could say or do anything, Soap scooped me up in his arms and carried me the rest of the way. After we got to our room, he lied me down, and I pulled the covers over myself and fell asleep with a small smile on my face.

The Next Morning

Sergeant Taylor 'Angel' Anderson

22nd SAS Regiment

April 25, 2011 - 08:02:15

Hereford, United Kingdom

I found myself staring at the mock cargo ship while Soap was running the damned thing again. He was hardly shaving any time off his previous one. I just stood there shaking my head.

"Soap!" I called.

He kept going. I need a way to really get his attention. And I had a great idea too.

"JOHN!" I yelled.

That got him to stop.

"Angel?" He asked.

"Yeah…" I responded.

"Why did you use my first name?"

"You weren't responding, and I needed to get your attention. Duh." I replied while rolling my eyes.

"What do you need?"

"You're embarrassing yourself, so you need to stop."

"Fine." He replied sharply.

He came down the ladder and stood in front of me.

"Anything else I can do for you, Taylor?" He asked sarcastically.

I stared at him. I wasn't mad or upset that he used my first name. I was shocked at how he said it. There were a small set of butterflies released in my stomach. I opened and closed my mouth a few times before saying anything.

"No, there isn't." I quietly answered.

And with that, I started walking out.

"Angel, wait!" Soap called.

I stopped and waited until he caught up. Once he was next to me, we started walking toward the dining room.

"Sorry, that was uncalled for..." He trailed off.

I glanced at him, not sure what to say. We continued walking in silence for a while longer.

"Y'know you still need a haircut." I said playfully to break the silence between us.

"I was planning on headed out after breakfast." He replied.

If this was how today was going to go, it was going to be a very long day…

Eleven Hours Later

Sergeant Taylor 'Angel' Anderson

22nd SAS Regiment

April 25, 2011 - 16:54:29

Hereford, United Kingdom

Captain Price wanted to Soap and me in the briefing room in five minutes. I was worried, I thought we had done something wrong. I hadn't seen Soap since this morning. I started heading toward the briefing room, who said being early was a bad thing? When I got there, I smiled. Soap was there again, writing in his journal. I came over and sat next to him. We sat there in silence for a while. I noticed his haircut, I was surprised to see that he got a mohawk.

"I like the mohawk." I whispered, not sure who was nearby.

"Thanks." He smiled.

Just as we finished talking, Captain Price and Gaz stormed in.

"Do you know why you're here?" Price asked.

"No sir." We both said.

"You two are coming with us to Russia." Gaz informed us.

Russia? Why are we going to Russia?

"What's the job?" Soap asked.

"Nikolai is going to be executed in Russia soon."

"Nikolai, sir?" I asked.

"Nikolai is our informant with the Ultranationalists."

"When do we leave?" Soap asked.

"One hour." The Captain said.

Soap and I glanced at each other for a second.

"We'll go get ready, sir." I said.

"Very well. Dismissed." Price said.

And with that, Soap and I got up to go prepare for the mission.

A/N: A time between the action. The Storm looms overhead. Sorry, this took so long to push out. I have been editing this for the longest time and finally felt this was enough to push out. I hope you enjoyed. As always, Rates, Reviews, and the like are appreciated. Until next time… Peace!