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"Ramirez!" Foley called out on the roster.
"Here!" Ramirez called out, adjusting his vest.
"Brumby!" Foley called out.
"Here!" A young man answered him.
The roll call was complete, and Foley looked at Price and MacTavish who stood next to him, staring at the batch of new recruits intently. "Alright, gentlemen! Welcome to Task Force 141! You have been chosen from your specific units, handpicked, actually, to assist in fighting against the bloody pricks that continue to pick on the weak!" Price announced. "I am your Commander, Major John Price," He gestured to MacTavish next to him, "This here is second in command, Major John MacTavish. You will address by call signs while on missions and even during exercises. Now," Price pulled out a remote from his pocket, "Since you are supposedly the best of your units, I suggest you prove it!"
He clicked a button on the remote, and the gates behind him opened, "Time to work on some teamwork building skills while coming under some heavy fire by our veterans!" He grinned.
Ramirez followed the others into the obstacle course, "Ramirez, I personally vouched for you," Foley told him as he walked next to him, "Don't let me down!"
Ramirez shook his head as Foley ran off to catch up with Price and MacTavish. "Great. That's motivating," He muttered.
"You may encounter some sticky situations," MacTavish told them. At that comment, Price grinned. "But, this obstacle course deals with a few scenarios you may encounter in the field. Pay close attention," MacTavish then turned to the recruits, "And don't let your eyes fool you."
They were using paintball guns; it gave them an accurate account of the training; the red was the color of the recruits, the blue the color of the veterans. The buzzer rang out, "Go!" Price screamed at the recruits.
They readied their weapons, and pushed forward. They reached a wall they obviously had to rappel over, which they did with ease. As soon as the first recruit landed, a blue paint ball splattered on his kevlar. "Sniper!" Ramirez shouted out.
They all took cover, while the recruit had to sit out. Brumby landed behind a barrier next to Ramirez, "What now, mate?" He asked.
They looked to the side, seeing two other recruits using hand signals to them, telling them to cover their side, and keep watch for the sniper. "Clock's ticking!" They heard Foley's voice over the intercom.
"You're an idiot!" Ramirez whispered to the other two recruits.
He dug into his vest, took out a smoke grenade, and threw it into the opening. The grenade went off, and they all pushed through the smoke. One of the recruits ran into the butt of a weapon that slammed into his chest, knocking him to the ground. He was then shot in the chest by a paintball gun. "Bang." Dunn grinned as he held the recruit down on the ground.
Ramirez pushed towards a building he suspected the sniper fire to come from. More paintballs splattered near them, as they came away from the smoke, heading towards the building. "Push!" Ramirez screamed out.
Brumby and the other recruit followed with haste, as the paintballs splattered blue at their feet. They cleared the building. "Watch for claymores and trip wires," Brumby advised.
They readied their weapons as they cleared the first floor. They then went to the second floor, carefully watching the stair way as they went up. They saw two closed doors. Brumby lined in front of one door, with Ramirez and the other recruit waiting next to him. He carefully opened the door, but screamed out of surprise as a paintball splattered his chest. Ramirez and the other recruit opened fire seeing a flash of the shooter rush past the paintballs and finally landed behind a desk for cover. The other recruit had felt a splatter of a paintball against the back of his kevlar. Ramirez turned around, seeing the same woman he saw the night before, pointing her paintball gun at him. "Drop it, or I shoot, newbie." She growled.
Ramirez stared at her, his mouth dropping slightly open in surprise. "I'll give you until the count of three," She began, as he held tight to his weapon, "One. Two. Three."
She shot him anyway, and let out a laugh. Riley came out from behind the desk. "Pathetic!" He snapped.
Dunn came into the room, "Damn, you guys need some more work," He smirked.
Price and MacTavish soon followed into the room, followed by the other two recruits taken out earlier in the exercise. "First off," Price snapped, "Who the bloody hell was giving orders? Did any of you think of possibly making one a field commander, or even take initiative?"
"No, sir." The recruits answered.
"Figure it out. Because you all are one squad. Either one of you will take command, or one of us will." Price told them, as he turned and walked out of the room.
"And just a tip," Riley chimed in, "You have those charges for a reason. Next time you clear a closed room, breach it." He grinned.
"Wait a minute," Brumby spoke up, "This is a woman!" He said.
Anna rolled her eyes, and stood up to him, having to look up at him, "What the hell is your name?" She snapped.
"Sergeant Alex Brumby, 2nd Commando Regiment." He told her.
Anna shook her head, glancing at the other recruits, and finally looked up at Brumby, "Of the Australian Army?" She clarified, "That's nothing to laugh at, either. But listen here, dick," She looked at the others, "All of you! I've proven to my country and my unit that I'm more than capable to fight alongside men. And, it's pretty obvious with what happened here today, that I'm more than capable to fight instead of you!" With that, Anna pushed past them, and walked out.
"Listen, guys. We've been through hell and back together. We all had to trust each other from the beginning, regardless of who we were or where we came from. You guys have to learn to do the same. You're in a different world, fellas. Get used to it." Dunn told them.
Foley walked into his apartment, setting his keys onto the stand next to the door. "Babe?" He called out.
"In here!" He could hear her answer from the kitchen.
He walked into the kitchen, seeing his wife Felicia, sitting at the table, with her head in a book. Her brow was furrowed with confusion. He leaned down to her, kissing her forehead. "How was your day?" She asked him, taking a break from the strenuous reading.
Eric sat at the table next to her, taking a deep sigh, "Long! Those new recruits are going to need some work! The obstacle course went alright, but when we took them through the range, they needed some refreshing. Average scores of 32 out of 40!" He shook his head, and smiled at his wife, "And you? How was your day?"
She smiled, her hazel eyes beaming. She brushed back her long black hair, and leaned towards him, kissing his lips, "Well, it's good now!" She grinned.
Eric laughed, kissing her in return, "Oh really?" He muttered.
Almost a year after the war had been over, Eric had gone back home to New Jersey to propose to his longtime girlfriend. They were married shortly after. Eric would sometimes look back on the wedding and smile; his life was complete.
Dunn had stood up, holding his champagne glass. The guests quieted, looking at the best man of Eric and Felicia Foley's wedding party. He held a microphone to his lips, and cleared his throat, preparing to make a speech. "Well, as all of you know, I was lucky enough to start off in the Ranger bat as being Eric's Soldier. When everything went down, we headed to our new unit together." He looked at Eric and Felicia, "We survived. That is the most important thing; is that we kept each other going. Eric, I will thank you forever for helping me through my career. And I hope you and Felicia continue with your happiness, because dammit. You deserve it," He grinned. "To the bride and groom." He raised his glass in toast.
The guests followed. Dunn handed the microphone to the maid of honor, Anna. She stood up, straightening her dress, holding a champagne glass and held the microphone to her lips, "I'm going to be honest," She started out, "When Felicia asked me to be her maid of honor, I thought she'd lost her mind. I mean, I barely knew her, except that she was the one Eric was going to marry." Anna then looked at the couple and smiled, "But, I'm honored that she asked me. It's always wonderful to see a couple that is so in love, you can feel it." She cleared her throat, and continued, "Felicia, you have one hell of a man there. I will be forever grateful to him, as well as the guys in this wedding party," She gestured to the other Task Force members that were chosen by Eric to be a part of the Groom party, "They all kept me alive and saved me. And Felicia, you're lucky to have a man that loves you so much. I wish you two a happy and loving life together. Cheers," She raised her glass in toast.
The guests followed, and Eric turned to his bride, and kissed her gently. "I love you," She smiled at him.
"Love you too, babe." He answered her.
MacTavish drank out of his beer bottle, as he watched the guests dance on the dance floor. Price sat next to him. "So, he will stay on with the Task Force?" Price asked his colleague.
MacTavish nodded, "Aye. And he's moving her onto the compound in one of the small apartments."
Price looked at his friend, his eyebrow raising in concern, "You need to find you a lass, mate. I think it's time for you to settle."
MacTavish shook his head, "Too busy. Maybe when I can't go on in the service anymore, I'll find someone. But not right now, I'm not ready."
"That's a crock of shit," They heard.
They looked to the side, seeing Dunn sit next to them. "You're never too busy for a woman." Dunn told them.
"Alright, mate, where's yours?" MacTavish asked him.
"I'm working on it. She'll come around," Dunn answered.
"Price?" A woman's voice broke their conversation.
They looked up, seeing Anna standing in front of them. "Price, you want to dance with me?" She asked him with a smirk.
MacTavish and Dunn looked at the older man, almost in anticipation for his answer. Price looked at her, unsure. "I don't know, love."
"Please?" She begged, "I would like to dance with you." She smiled.
Price sighed, and smiled up at her, "Alright love."
Price had grown a close relationship with Anna; almost as a father and daughter relationship. He looked out for her safety as a father would. She listened to, and respected him as a daughter would to her father. She asked him for advice. Riley sat next to the two bachelors, "Hey mates."
"How come you haven't danced with her yet?" Dunn asked him.
Riley shrugged, "I don't dance."
Riley looked up at Anna and watched her as she danced with Price to a slow moving song. He sighed as he then looked at Eric and Felicia dancing happily with each other. "So you wouldn't mind if I asked her to dance?" Dunn asked him cautiously.
Riley cleared his throat, "No mate. Why would I?"
Dunn shrugged as he took a swig of his beer, "Just wondering."
Eric Foley handed his wife a glass of wine, and sat next to her. They sat in front of the fireplace, looking through old pictures. After a few moments of silence, Eric placed his glass down on the table, and looked at Felicia, "What's wrong, baby?"
She cleared her throat, placing her glass on the table as well, and finally set the picture album onto the table. She looked at her husband, "I know that what you're doing makes you happy," She finally spoke up, "But, when the United States was invaded, and you were gone," She gulped back her tears that began to rise, "I thought I had lost you." She looked up at him, her hazel eyes watered from the tears that threatened to pour, "I don't know what I would do, Eric."
Eric reached for her, pulling her into him. He hugged her tightly, "I'll never leave your side, babe. I may be gone at times physically, but I'll continue to be with you." He kissed the top of her head, "I love you."
"I love you too, Eric." Felicia told him.
Eric knew that at any moment, Price could call him telling him to grab his stuff and head to Headquarters. Eric would only have an opportunity to say goodbye to his wife, not tell her where he would be going, or for how long. She would only have to wait. Felicia had made it clear that she knew what she was getting into when she married Eric; and she made it clear that she would wait forever for him.
AN - I know it may be short, but I felt it right to end the chapter here; please check out my fanfiction blog on my fanfiction profile and leave reviews on chapters of my fanfictions there :) Thank you!