Chapter 2: Delta Team
AN: You guys are really stingy with reviews. How do I know if you like my stories or not if I don't get any feedback?
[Fort Amada, Delta-Four]
The military is full of liars. Whoever calls this monstrosity 'food' is either a liar or a complete retard; I'm tempted to shoot it just to make sure it's not alive. MREs again tonight it seems honestly their pretty good. On the table with me are Delta-Two and Delta-Three; otherwise known as Keith Biggs and Clayton Fletcher. What I had thought was going to be a routine scout for edible grub turned out to something far more sinister.
"You got the shit?" Whispered Fletcher in a serious tone very unbecoming of him. If Fletcher was serous then this whole conversation just got real. They had my full attention now.
Biggs pushed up is glasses; the light reflecting off them for a split second. He leaned towards our side of the table. "Just who the hell do you think I am?" He pulled a large envelope out of his shirt and slammed it on the counter.
"Big talk Biggs but let me judge for myself" He picked up the envelope and emptied the contents. "Mother of god…"
I felt my face heat up as I scanned the front of the magazine depicting two faunus girls 'going wild'. All credibility that these to have earned from me was gone in an instant. How could they possibly out rank me?! Excusing myself from their table I decided that going to the shooting range was a far better use of my time rather listening to them.
The hallways seem to go on forever . We currently have 15,000 men stationed at this base; ranging from ground units to airmen. That's not counting the actual workers here either. As expected though this is the city of Vale the biggest city in Vale. I never understood why they would name a city after the country, that's just stupid. People eye me as I pass them. Some just a glance others like I'm going to go berserk at any moment. I hate to say it but I'm one of the individuals who give the Headhunters a bad name. Most people believe we are anti-social psychopaths who are always ready to kill at a moment's notice, rather it be women, children et. I wouldn't call myself a psychopath but walking around in full gear puts people on edge, the fucked up part being only when it's us.
It's quite easy to spot us out we wear the standard uniform of most Vale Special Forces; hooded tan fatigues with black body armor, Knee pads and helmet cover. Tan and black stick out like a sore thumb next to the Army's digital. The difference in ours from the rest of the Special Forces was our laughing skull emblem and straight machete on the back of our hips for…..collecting.
I wish we had access to the outside range but that wasn't in our section and we aren't allowed to into other sections without orders to do so. A group of Marines walk out of the range right before I enter. I never been fond of them really they are too loud, much better than the Army though. I walk in and get sixty .308 rounds for my M24 from the quartermaster. Our weapons and armor may not be as fancy as the Atlas military but we have better training and more manpower; we own the ground and the skies.
I move through the second set of doors leading to the actual range. All to myself, no stupid Army show offs, no gung ho Marines. Just a cadet airwomen; calling her a woman would be too much though she looked like she just got out of high school. Her aim with pea shooter was just down right awful to look at. I set my stuff two booths down from her and started loading my magazines. Miss..miss….MISS….at least she hit the outer ring that time. Before I knew it I was standing behind her. I cleared my throat…
"I told you I'm not interested!" She rounded on me with murder in her eyes. I swung on my heals and tried to walk the other direction, I'll try again another TIME of the month. Before I could make my escape she grabbed my sleeve and attempted key word 'attempted' to turn me back around. "I'm so sorry I thought you were one of those jarheads!"
I quickly put two and two together and turned around. She didn't look like a Beowulf this time but still might be a good idea to proceed with caution.
"So did you need something?" I pointed at her handgun and her face fell immediately. Apparently it was a bigger problem than I thought…
[Fort Amada, Clayton]
This is some high quality stuff right here. After Four ditched us we decided to- OH MY GOD HOW DOES SHE DO THAT WITH HER LEGS?! Ahem, as I was saying we were on our way to the quartermaster to stock up on ammo but we hit a little bump along the way.
"Gotta read porn because you guys scare off all the ladies huh? Fucking Marines.
"I really have been a good boy all week, don't make kick your ass." If it wasn't for his friends egging him on he might have had a pretty solid day.
"Listen bitch-" I didn't listen but instead put him on his ass.
[Fort Amada, Four]
Fletcher burst through the first door in the opposite room grappling with the Marines that I had passed. He was doing pretty good too. He was on top of one punching him in the face when another hooked his arms under his and pulled him off; he received a head-butt to the nose for his troubles.
"Aren't you going to help him?" she must have noticed our identical uniforms. I looked down at her and noticed she had yet to remove my arm around her waist from when I was helping her with her stance. Thank god for my facemask since my face without a doubt ten shades of red.
"Negative."
How did I not notice how pretty she was. Blonde hair, blue eyes and….very large…huge…pressed up against me.
"What the fuck is going on here?!" Lt's voice pulled me from my incoherent thoughts. Everyone stood at attention. "You six, out of sight" the marines didn't need any more initiative.
Delta-Five (Leo Sanchez) was standing to the side of Lt looking on with disapproval. Fletcher was in deep shit already so now he was fucked. I swear I could see steam coming out of the Lt's ears as he pushed Three out the door. I caught Five's gaze on my arm around the girl before he followed the others out. I've been had, A new secret crush and it's not even a secret for more than a minute.
"I have to go" I let go of her and was headed for the exit when she yelled out to me.
"My names Clair, what's yours?
Think smooth. Think smooth. Think smooth
"Four" real smooth idiot.