Magic Mike One Juliet

New chapter incoming! I hope you enjoy it I've been getting this story rolling a lot lately hopefully it's starting to take shape please tell me what your thoughts are on the story up to this point but anyway onto the good stuffs! As always I don't own COD but I do own Anchor!

"General Shepherd," A sailor approached us heading down the narrow gangway of the submarine.

"What now?" Shepherd demanded to the unsuspecting seaman.

"Er…" He stuttered, which was a bad move.

"Straighten up when you address a superior officer, now what the fuck do you want?" Shepherd shouted at the man which even managed to obscure the sounds of the engine room just below us.

"Admiral Brians wants you to report to the bridge? Sir," He then reported making sure to stand in the proper posture.

"Ah fuck it," Shepherd said more calmly as he shoved past the seaman who was slammed into the bulkhead.

The leader of the team sniggered to himself as Shepherd walked off and then helped the seaman to his feet, "That will piss him off, he hates that there are some people with more power than him," He then said to Price as we continued through the ship.

"Price brief the new guy on his new role," Shepherd spoke through the leader's radio.

"Right looks like I'm now in charge," Price said proudly as he took the lead through the ship I was walking behind the extraction team's sniper, his PSG-1 was almost touching the top bulkhead he had very little room to manoeuvre in his body armour which looked quite comical as the sub pitched he kept loosing balance and almost falling over. "You ready Anchor?" Price asked as he placed his hands on a door.

I nodded to him to which he knocked on the heavy steel door, "Tango," A voice echoed from behind the door.

Price looked at me and then spoke clearly into an intercom, "Fanta." The door slowly opened with the hum of an electric motor, I could see what looked like the entrance to the gas chamber that they used in commando school, the members of the team started taking off their gear as we were plunged into darkness and with only a rotating orange light which only illuminated the room for a split second at any one time.

After about a minute in the darkness the door at the opposite end of the room opened up and flooded the room with light, all the equipment that guys had previously had on was now neatly arranged on a set of benches which ran the length of the room. However their weapons were still slung over their shoulders with their sidearm in their holsters.

We followed the soldiers through the door and Price turned to me as I looked around the room, there was a set of gym equipment, a couple of rows of tables and a room which was covered over by a curtain, which I assumed if it was like a British sub then that was the bunks.

"Ay, I don't feel too great, I'm gonna lay down before I am forced too," Soap said as he wandered lazily off towards the curtained of room.

Price just nodded at him before looking back at me, "So, welcome to the Oregon, its homely sort of, well more you than me I think."

"Yeah the blue clashes with your greeney ass," The leader of the previous group said to price with a grin across his face.

"Yeah I guess I don't fit in with having another man's cock up my arse," Price shot back at the man as he sat down at one of the tables.

"So what am I doing here?" I butted into their little love fest.

"Right yeah, so Anchor this is One, he's going to be your new squad leader," Price explained as we sat down at the table with the man.

"Sup," I said nodding to the man as Price continued.

"You'll be in call sign Mike One Juliet, I'd take the time to get to know them before we land in Liberia, there you'll get briefed on your next mission," He paused to make sure it sank in, "I think you know your way around a sub, pretty simple, gym," He pointed in the direction of the equipment, "Heads, showers and bunks over there, galley is with the rest of the ship but we'll all be getting ready for that at zero six hundred, got it?" He asked as he stood up.

"Yeah I think so," I replied to which he nodded and wandered off back through the ship.

"So you're the formidable man of the hour?" One said to me over the table as one of the other members of the team brought over a couple of mugs of coffee and sat down next to us.

"Am I really that famous, w I don't give myself enough credit," I said back sarcastically.

"Well I think it's safe to say you'll fit in here boyo," The other man said jokingly in a Welsh accent.

"Anchor, this is Porthos, ex-French fry Legion," One said laughing in the Welshman's face.

"Oi yank, French Fries come from Belgium, just you dopey fuckers can't tell one from the next," he replied sharply.

"One, I don't care, and two, I'm a Bostonian and if you call me a fucking Yankee again I'll shove you in a torp tube," One shot back as he stole the cup off the Welshman, "Explain how you fit into our little underwater family."

"Well I was in the legion for about ten years, 2nd rep obviously, and I'm here to make sure that everyone does their job, you could say me and Fammy are here to keep the order in this testosterone fuelled fuck up we've got here."

"You named your gun?" I asked him.

"Yes I did, have you got a problem with that Saeson?"

"Not at all, mate," I said back trying to do a welsh accent and failing miserably.

"Anyway," One stepped back into the conversation, "Your role in the squad, will be the 2IC and squad medic we need you on point if we hit the shit," He said to me, "Our squad hasn't had a proper combat mission yet, coming to collect you was the closest to a mission we've had so far, you'll probably meet them at breakfast, that is if they're awake, it's pretty lax around here, Shepherd expects us to self-motivate so we're not going to get ridden on."

"That's good, so what's your story then?" I asked.

"Why does that matter?" He replied.

"You know mine I just thought I should know yours, considering I'm your new go to guy, plus I'll be pulling bullets out of your ass."

"Alright, I'm Navy SEAL, I served in Afghanistan, Iraq and Somalia, I was a Master Chief Petty Officer but then went officer after my buddy stepped on an IED in Stan," He started as he looked down at the mug of coffee, "It left me with a nice scar running my left arm, nothing like your leg though," He said to me.

"I got lucky really, I now have a fam…" One cut me off before I could finish.

"I don't wanna fucking hear it, you'll fucking Jinx it if you say it," He told me abruptly, "Come on time to meet the team."

"Good I need some scoff!"

We walked back through the weird corridor that we had come through to get to the room, the ship was now a hive of activity saliors were back and forth through the gangways, One still had his M4 draped over his shoulder which was clanging up against the bulkheads. One sailor recognised him as they flurried around the ship.

"Officer, on deck!" He shouted as he stood to attention.

"At ease!" One shouted back over the hustle and bustle of the gangway.

"Yes, Lieutenant Commander," The sailors all replied in unison.

"So you're one step up from Price?" I asked him as we shuffled past the sailors who were busy doing whatever seamen do at six am.

"Yeah in rank maybe but here, I don't know about the SAS but in the SEALs rank doesn't mean much. Price has time on everyone including me, heck you have time over me, I've only been in the military for fifteen years," he shrugged, as we waited for the chaos to die down.

"Fair point," I nodded at him as we shimmied along the gangway.

"SO I know some of your story so what's the rest?" One asked as the gangway finally cleared and we could make our way towards the galley.

"Well I was a Royal Marine for years, then split off to the SAS, got blown up lost a leg and now I'm here, pretty much up to date," I whizzed past him.

"Clearly you don't fuck around," he laughed back as I looked around the corner into the galley, there were several sailors inside along with a couple of familiar faced soldiers. We wandered inside the room and the soldiers at the table all looked up at us. "Squad this is Anchor, he's the new medic, I'm sure Porthos has blabbed to you all."

"Ja, he's been real talkative about the new pirate," A very German sounding voice said looking up from his plate with a mouthful of food.

"This is now sounding like a bad joke, an Englishman, a Welshman and a German," A pale man said as he sipped a cup of coffee.

"Why do feel a holocaust joke it coming?" The German said to the pale man as he swallowed his mouthful.

"Because it was but now you've said it I don't think I will," The man laughed.

"Oberfähnrich Feldman, call sign Jaeger, former kommando spezialkräfte," The German told me as he scooped up another mouthful.

"Chorąży Poitr Polko, Polish GROM, call sign Grommit," The pale man said as he got up to get another cup of coffee his minimi bouncing off the table as he stood up, "You want?"

"No mate I'm fine, I'll get something when I get scoff."

"And you know Porthos," One said as he led me over to where Price and Soap were getting their food, they had two other men with them one had a set of shades on with some sort of beanie on and the other was shorter and looked a lot younger than the others.

"Soap, back from the dead are you?" I asked as I grabbed one of the blue trays off the pile.

"Fucking barely mate," Soap said as he accepted a plate of lasagne from the cook behind the counter.

"Anchor, I don't think you've met Ghost, he was in the regiment," Price said to me as he too took a plate off the chef.

"No I haven't when was he in the regiment?" I asked.

"About three months before you, you were his replacement," Price pointed out as he walked over to the table with Soap and Ghost.

That left the small man with me and One, but he quickly scuttled off without saying a word. After we had been given out lasagne we walked back to the table where everyone was joking around and having a good time.

A man walked past me as we were on our way over to the table, "Hey Syrup, you doing okay?" One asked as he placed his rifle on the table and started to tuck into his food.

"Huh? Yeah I'm fine, just been thinking a lot," The man replied as he grabbed his food and walked over to us.

"Don't hurt yourself," Grommit butted in as he finished his food.

"Fuck you," Syrup said calmly as he sat down next to Ghost, "So you the new guy?" He asked me.

"Yeah that's me, who are you?" I asked him bluntly.

"You know what I'll tell you, just because I'm nice, I'm staff sergeant Joe Deuvea, Can SOR, I was picked for this nice cushy job because I like the pay check." He replied.

"Yeah that and he's the best fucking bleep in NATO," Ghost said to him as Syrup placed his C7 down next to him and put his Dan Wesson 715 with an 8 inch barrel on the table, in its holster.

"I'm starting to feel left out, everyone else has a gun," I said to Price.

"Then take this?" Soap said as he slid a holster across the table.

"What's this?" I asked as I took the holster and pulled the pistol out of it, "My 5-7?"

"Yeah we thought you might want it back again," Price said gulping down a sizable amount of his coffee.

I pulled the magazine out of the pistol and looked at the rounds inside the magazine, "I see you preloaded the rounds, do we have a range?"

"Yeah you can see it later but for now after this you might wanna get some kip mate you're looking shattered," Soap told me as I looked down at my plate which was very blurry.

"Yeah you're probably right," I laughed as quickly finished my plate as everyone was now waiting for me to be done. I stood up scooping up my pistol in the process and we all left the room to go back to the area where we had been staying in until food.

I went into the area behind the curtain to which I was greeted by about thirty bunks which confused me as I believed I had met everyone and that was only about ten guys, I guess there were plans for an expansion at some point.

I had no idea what time it was when I was rudely awoken by the feeling of belts being tied around my wrists, "Who are you?" A voice covered in a black balaclava shouted in my face as I tried to struggle out of what was holding my wrists.

"Warrant Officer Jacks!" I replied as I felt the person compressing onto my chest.

"Your true name!" The shouted back, the room was almost pitch black I could only see the whites of the man's eyes.

"What the fuck do mean?" I shouted back as I felt the compression on my chest get stronger.

"Show some respect!" A voice demanded as I received a swift dig in the side of my ribs.

"WHAT IS YOUR NAME!" A chorus of voices shouted at me from all around.

"Arthur? Jacks? Anchor?" I shouted in confusion.

"What did you just say?"

"Anchor!" I replied now gasping for breath as I could not open my lungs.

I felt the pressure release and I could finally breathe again, "Welcome Brother," one's voice whispered into my ear as the room was flooded with light and the balaclavas were lifted.

"What the fuck was that for?" I shouted into the room.

"A rite of passage into the 141," Grommit laughed as he undid my right hand to which he was delivered a swift punch and I ripped off the left hand shackle, "I guess I had that coming."

"Yeah you fucking did," I told him as I looked around seeing that it was just mike one Juliet in the room, "More like just M1J."

"Well yeah, everyone else can go fuck themselves, you're one of us, and don't fucking forget it!" One said as he helped me off the bed.

And another one bites the dust, I should hopefully be able to get another chapter out soon although I do have quite a lot on in the next few weeks, uni work and all, but anyways please feel free to leave a review I always appreciate the feedback and until the next time…PEACE!