Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish

22nd SAS Regiment

April 22, 2011 - 08:20:23

Hereford, United Kingdom

"Captain Price is looking for the both of you." Gaz, our second in command, said.

Anderson and I head outside, having just finished weapons training. We started walking down the line of hangers. I look down at her, hard to believe she is one of the only female SAS soldiers. She must be pretty good. She is about 5 foot 8 with long dark brown hair and was wearing black leggings and a black t-shirt. Shite she must've noticed me staring because she turned to look up at me.

"Why?" she asked.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I, uh, don't know."

"Well then stop it." She replied coolly.

We reached the hangar at the end with the number one on it. The door opened up to reveal a couple of the lads around the Captain.

"It's the FNGs, sir." One of them said. "Go easy on them, sir, it's their first day on the regiment."

"Riiiiight." Price said. "What the hell kind of name is Soap, eh? How'd a muppet like you pass Selection?"

Anderson giggled. I glared at her, and so did the Captain.

"Soap, Anderson, it's your turn to run the CQB test. Everyone else, head to observation."

The lads head over to the monitors placed over to the side. I smirk pressure is a good thing.

"For this test, you'll have to run the cargo ship solo in less than 60 seconds. Gaz holds the current squadron record at 19 seconds. Good luck. Climb the ladder over there."

We nod. I head over to the ladder with Anderson right behind me. This is going to be fun. We climb up and look down at the course, seems simple enough.

"Pick up the MP5 and four flashbangs." Price called. "On my go, I want you to rope down to the deck and rush to position 1. After that, you will storm down the stairs to position 2. Then hit positions 3 and 4, following my precise instructions at each position. Grab the rope when you're ready."

Anderson smiled at me. I grinned back. Did I mention that she looked good in the all-black uniform of the SAS?

"Good luck." She said.

"You too." I responded.

Moving to the rope, I grab on and begin sliding down.

"Go, go, go!" Price called.

Ten Minutes Later

Sergeant Taylor Anderson

22nd SAS Regiment

April 22, 2011 - 08:34:49

Hereford, United Kingdom

"Alright Anderson, that's enough. You'll do." Price said. "Come over to the monitors for a debrief."

I ran the course in 19.5 seconds. Soap ran it in 20.1 after about five attempts. He didn't look happy, still doesn't. I was pleased enough, half a second slower than Gaz. I couldn't complain at all.

"Gentlemen, and lady." He looked at me. "The cargo-ship mission is a go. Get yourselves sorted out. Wheels up at 0200. Dismissed." Price said.

I looked over at Soap, he shrugged and started walking out. I didn't want to in a room with the Captain, so I followed quickly. Across the way, I noticed the demolitions range, apparently so did he. I looked at him, and he smiled, so did I, this was going to be fun. Sgt. Newcastle was waiting for us when we walked up.

"It's time for a little fun with demolitions, mate?" He asked us.

"Aye mate." Soap replied. "Let me show you how it's done, Anderson."

I glared at him for that. Soap headed towards the safety pit. Newcastle and I climb up to the observation platform.

"Now throw a grenade in windows two, three and four." Newcastle shouted down.

Soap did just that, tossing the grenades right through the windows without a second thought. Three explosions, three buzzers. Newcastle jumped down from next to me and pulled out an M16A4 with an M203 on it from the rack behind him.

"Come back here and get up on the observation deck." He hollered. "Anderson, come grab this grenade launcher."

I smile, my turn. Soap comes over and looks a little annoyed. I jump down and grab the M16A4 off the table and start heading towards the safety pit.

"Fire on the wall with the number one on it." He called.

I fired, and nothing happened. Big surprise, too close.

"Notice it didn't explode." He said. "As you know, all grenade launchers have a minimum safe arming distance."

I shook my head, does he think I was born yesterday?

"Right. Now pop a grenade into windows, five, six and seven."

I fire at window five, then six, then seven. Hearing a buzzer after all three, I smirk and turn to see Soap looking bewildered. Guess he thought that I couldn't fire a grenade launcher straight.

"Soap, hurry up. Otherwise, I'll send you down to Mac." Newcastle hollered.

I turned to look at them and noticed they were down on the range. I looked at Soap, he a smile on his face and had C4 in his hand. I quickly hop out of the safety pit and follow them. We head over to an old car; this is going to be great.

"It seems my ex-wife has donated her car to furthering your education." Newcastle laughed. "Place the C4 on the designated spot."

Soap did just that and ran back to us. I've always loved playing with C4.

"Fire in the hole!" Soap called.

He hit the trigger and let's say, that Newcastle's ex-wife won't be driving that thing ever. We all shared a laugh at the spectacle of the explosion.

"Alright, you two. You've passed explosives evaluation." Newcastle said.

Soap and I left heading back to the cargo ship in hangar one. I laughed when Mac started yelling at the recruits running his course. As we get there, I see something in Soap's eye and do not like what I see. He heads over to the ladder, and I watch curiously.

"Anderson!" He yelled. "Record my time."

I roll my eyes and walk over to the monitors. Giving him a thumbs up, he ran the course. Again, and again, and again. He ran it ten times and only shaved about a fifth of a second of his time. He was still nowhere close to beating Gaz or me. He just sighed. I walked over to him and looked up into his eyes.

"We better get some rest." I said. He nodded, defeated.

"Did you hear who you get to share a room with?" He asked. I smiled.

"Yeah, you." I said, poking him in the chest.

He laughed, and so did I. I motioned for him to follow me and he did. We started off for the barracks.

"You in for a race?" I asked.

He grinned. "You're on!"

Three Minutes Later

"Come on, Soap!" I yelled. "I'm not even breaking a sweat."

He grunted and darted forward. I laughed and sped up to stay ahead of him. After about another 30 seconds, we reached the barracks. I looked at him, and my stomach twisted a little. He was glistening with sweat, but his t-shirt perfectly showed off his eight-pack abs. I turned back around and started heading down the hall.

"You need to use some soap." I called.

He chuckled. "And where are you going, lass?"

"My, uh, our room." I said.

He laughed and headed for the showers. I went into our room and saw a note sitting there. I picked it up, and it read.

Sorry that you have to share a room with the muppet. - Price

I chuckled and set it down. I quickly changed and set an alarm on my phone and went to rest before the mission. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Author's Note: So that's the first chapter. A little slow but the stage is set. If you couldn't tell, I'm new(ish) to the writing part. I hope you all enjoyed. Reviews, ratings, and PMs are always awesome. So until next time, I've been I and you've been you! Peace!