Chapter Three. This chapter won't be to long as I have been so busy lately. I had midterms this week and finished them on Tuesdays, then I was busy the other days, I had a party on Friday, and a big track meet on Saturday all day, and with the Super Bowl today I barely had time to work on this. So, this won't be my best one but here it is. Go Giants!
Roach slowly lifted his face from his drool soaked pillow his brown eyes weakly starring at the electric clock that was located on the bed stand beside his bed reading exactly 7 o'clock. Roach grinned weakly as he was happy to see that his new commanding officer Captain. MacTavish didn't wake them up for early training, but at the same time he wanted to get out there and start training with the other guys. Slowly lifting himself up with his arms Roach suddenly felt a surge of pain rush through his body and with no support he dropped face down back into the warmth of his bed.
"Tired there buddy?" A voice called out as Roach's ears picked up the voice from across the room a slight Southern accent could be detected within the source of the voice. Roach weakly lifted his face from the puddle of drool he had landed in and weakly starring at the bunk beds that were located across the room he made eye contact with another man who he had never seen before.
"You're not Frost?" Roach mumbled lowly as he could barely talk right now as his mind was spinning and his body was hurting.
"Frost? Oh yeah, the silent guy. I met him like twenty minutes ago he said he was going out for a walk, I'm Sergeant. Lawrence Grant but everyone calls me Rocket" The man explained a she put down the beat down paper back book and slowly made his way over to Roach helping the weakened man to sit up in his own bed. Rocket seemed to be about twenty four years old, he had hazel green eyes, with pale skin, and a short black hair with a lightly trimmed goatee.
"I'm Gary Sanderson, but everyone calls me Roach" Roach sighed lowly as he introduced himself as the two men shook hands.
"So, you must be the new F.N.G. or I just have never seen you before" Rocket joked as he pulled up the desk chair right in front of Roach's bed and took a seat smiling at the sight of Roach snickering lowly at his comment.
"Yeah, freshly hand picked from Delta Force just the other day" Roach admitted slightly embarrassed at the term F.N.G. which he had worked so hard to lsoe back with his last unit, but now had once again received.
"Delta Force, you don't say? I'm from the Marine Special Operations Regiment of this great United States of America" Rocket explained his southern accent being more noticeable within the sentence as a huge grin appeared upon his face upon the moment he mentioned the Marine Corps. Suddenly, the door to their room swung open and entering the room appeared a man who was about an inch shorter then Roach. The man had dark skin with short black hair, his dark brown eyes gave Roach a annoyed look, and his facial expression showed no emotion. The man;s body was covered in a layer of water as he dripped upon the floor and he had a towel covering hsi lower body.
"Hey, Chemo did ya meet the new guys?" Rocket called out spinning around his chair to face his roommate.
"No and don't honestly care" The man who was called Chemo muttered as his muscles became tense and his voice became low.
"That's Private. Jimmy Rowland we all call him Chemo. He's the best field medic in the unit, he was with the Australian Special Air Services Regiment before Shepard got word of his handy medical work in the field" Rocket explained as Roach was impressed with how honest and kind Rocket was being especially to someone who obviously seemed to have some sort of bad personality. Chemo just gave Roach a deadly stare before as he buckled up his pants and threw on a tee shirt his eyes never leaving Roach as he did all of this.
"Take a shower mate, you smell like shit" Chemo spat angrily as he walked off leaving Roach and Rocket sitting silently in the room.
"What's his deal?" Roach asked curiously as he was slightly confused why the medic had acted so coldly towards him, especially because in his head he thought field medics should be kind and carrying.
"Chemo, is a good guy trust me on that. He's just be hurt a lot if you know what I mean. Being the few field medics within the unit he's always being depended upon for medical support and a lot of the time the missions comes before the men something that Chemo disagrees with. He feels responsible for many of the deaths and he just hates when new guys come around, because he says the next thing you know it they're laying the ground with their guys hanging out screaming for help while I barely even know their names" Rocket explained as he tried his best to defend his friend in any way possible as Roach knew how war changed people and couldn't blame Chemo for acting the way he did.
"I don't think he'll get along with Frost" Roach said jokingly as he realized their personalities would most likely clash.
"Lets hope not, but lest get up I think Chemo is right you got a nasty stench to ya" Rocket said jokingly as he helped Roach up to his feet and with this the two collected their towels and headed down the hall towards the locker room.
Frost angrily launched punch after punch upon the sand bag his eyes angrily scanning the punching bag as he planted two more upper cuts upon it ebfore he jabbed it with his right knee. Breathing heavily Frost attempted to land another knee kick upon the punching bag but suddenly stummbled back as he was out of breath and was pushing himself to hard.
"You put to much power into every single hit, it's a waste of energy" A voice called out as Frost turned around to recognize two men approaching him. Frost recognize both men almost right away as he had been introduced to them the other day, the man who had spoken was Scarecrow the American from Delta Force and the man accompanying him was Ozone the Canadian soldier.
"Excuse me?" Frost called out curiously as he was surprised that someone was telling him how to fight.
"Aye, don't look so annoyed Scarecrow here is a was on the kick boxing team back when he was in the states. He went all American and won some big tournaments, you should probably take his advice" Ozone explained as Frost sighed heavily as he realized he was no longer in the small squad that he sue to be where he was the top close quarters fighter in the unit. Scarecrow wore a pair of black worn out kick boxing gloves and shin guards
"Well if you are going to interrupt my training then you might as well give me some pointers" Frost stated coldly as he watched Ozone take a seat against the trainign arena's edge picking up a pair of drop ropes to start his own training exercise by himself.
"Sure, let me just get some weighted gloves on and we can start on our fighting stance" Scarecrow explained as he made his way to a bin near Ozone and as he begun fishing through the bin Frost caught sight of another man making his way over to the fighting arena. The man was dark skinned and Frost recognized him as one of the gusy who got off the helicopter last night after returning from their mission, from the gear Frost saw him wearing last night he deter minded he could possibly by a field medic but also acted as a rifleman.
"What's up Canuck?" Chemo said jokingly as he playfully punched Ozone who jokingly flicked him off grinning as the two friends threw two punches at each other, but never made contact physically.
"Chemo, you're just time to train! I'm going to teach the new guy some moves" Scarecrow explained as he had a pair of weighted gloves for himself as the weights would add onto the hard workout that the All American boxer would probably had planned out.
"Training with the F.N.G. why the hell would that" Chemo barked angrily as his sudden joy filled attitude became cold and sour as he passed by Frost roughly hitting him with his shoulder as he did so. Taking in the shoulder Frost stood his ground as he refused to be pushed around by the veteran Task Force members, but this was sadly Frost's first mistake.
"Looks like we have a tough F.N.G here" Chemo spat angrily as he slipped on a pair of boxing gloves his eyes scanning Frost carefully.
"Chemo, calm down you know what happens if you get into another fight" Ozone called out annoyed that his fellow task froce member was always trying to get inot fights with the new members and after sometime it began to get on his nerves.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" A voice asked curiously from behind in a thick British accent causing the four men to spin around to see a man standing before them proudly. The firs thing Frost noticed about the man was what he wore on his face it was very odd and slightly threatening, it was a ski mask with a skull design upon it along with a pair of sun glasses that hid his face. The man was unreal as he approached the four of them Frost never seeing anyone wearing such a ridiculous outfit like he was on a military base especially one as elite as this one.
"Sir, this is the new guy his name is Frost and the other one is somewhere else" Scarecrow explained as the skull masked man approached Frost who was unsure if he was starring him down or not.
"I'm First Lieutenant. Simon Riley, but you'll always refer to me as Sir, Lieutenant, or Ghost. Got that F.N.G?" Ghost spat out as the man circles around the former Delta Force operator.
"Yes, sir!" Frost cried out loudly as the feeling of being back in base camp took over and for once in a long time he felt unwanted and uncomfortable.
"Scarecrow, I came down here to see if you wanted to have a small match seeing as you're the only person I have yet to beat but it seems like there's already a match about to happen" Ghost explained as walked over to the bin near ozone and pulled out two pairs of boxing gloves. Casually, throwing Frost and Chemo a pair he grinned as he took a seat along with Ozone and Scarecrow motioning to the men to start their "friendly" brawl.
"Sir, should you allow this?" Scarecrow asked worriedly as he was nervous that someone would get hurt.
"You worry to much Scarecrow" Ghost stated patting the young Corporal on the back as he watched both Frost and Chemo prepare themselves for the fight as they got into their fighting stance prepared to defend themselves against anything that came at them.
"You ready, kid?" Chemo spat angrily as he was prepared to show this so called "New guy" that being part of the Task Force was no joke and only the best coudl be part of it.
"I'm ready when you're ready to get your ass kicked" Frost barked back angrily as raged burned brightly within his icy blue eyes.
"Then lets stop burning time mates, let the fight begin!" Ghost cried out as he hoping to bring out the worst in the two in hopes to see both their true potential. Scarecrow and Ozone knew this for a fact that Ghost could put two opponents against each other to see how they acted in situations, but sadly Frost and Chemo had no idea what was going on. To them this was just a battle to defend their honor, one keeping his status as the veteran of the unit and the other to prove that he was no F.N.G.
Hoped you like it. To all you Ghost fans don;t complain about his small role because it'll grow, but right now I'm working on the smaller characters kind of a thing. In all honestly, how many stories do you read about the minor members of the task force besides Archer, Meat, and Royce? It's about time some others have a influence upon the characters. So, have no fear Ghost and Mactavish have big roles.