New kid on the block

Life was always hard for you growing up. Your dad was always working or passed out drunk. Your mom split when you were 5 and left you and your father with $30,000 in debt. You had to grow up fast and you did.

By the time you were 16, you had dropped out of high school and gotten your GED. You worked odd jobs for a few years that just helped you two scrape by. When you got handed a flyer for the US Marines while working at a function, you made a life changing choice.

Your dad begged you not to go, but the recruiter promised you a $20,000 check upon finishing one year of boot camp.

"Please baby girl, don't go. I don't want my sweet angel getting shot in some foreign country." Your father pleaded with you the morning you were about to board a bus heading to Fort Bragsten.

"It's only boot camp, dad. I probably won't even leave the country. I'll send you all the money I make so don't worry." You brush a hand down his cheek and a tear escapes his eye. Leaving him is harder than you thought, but this is the best option for both of you.

As the bus leaves, you hold back tears and reminisce the few good times you had with the old man. You swear right then and there that no matter what, you were gonna buy a big house for him and make his life easy.

- - - - -3 years later - - - - -

"GET THAT ASS OVER HERE AND CLEAN THIS GUN, PRIVATE!" You rush over to a table with other recruits as your try outs continue. This is day 12 of try outs for the elite opps team you've had your eye on since exiting boot camp.

If all the rumors were true, the LT was a hard ass but also a force to be reckoned with. You never got his real name, but you did see him once and heard his call sign. A tall 6'5, lean built man that always wore a mask. Call sign designated "Ghost".

The leader of this team of badasses was called Price and you had the chance to talk to him once, which led you to the tryouts.

After you passed all the tests with flying colors, you received your new orders and packed up your bunk. You were being moved to jolly old England to join Price and his team.

As your plane lands and you disembark, you're greeted by a tall man with short brown hair, sunglasses and wearing an all black biker suit. He holds a paper that reads your name: (insert name here)

You walk over to stand in front of him. "That's me." You say as you salute and state your name with a "Private" in front. He looks you up and down and gives a fake smile. "Sergeant Keegan P. Russ. Pleased to me you, private. Hope you don't scare easily." He says as he hands you a motorcycle helmet.

You smile and shoulder your duffle bag with your life in it. Putting the helmet on you say, "if I did, I wouldn't be here, Sergeant." He gives a chuckle and leads you to a black bike, looks like a crotch rocket more than a motorcycle. He hopes on after putting his helmet on and waits for you to join.

You position yourself at the back of the seat and place your hands behind you. Keegan turns his head to face you and pats his sides. After hesitating for a minute, you lean forward and place your hands on both sides of his waist.

He gives a grumble that sounds almost like "for fucks sake" and pulls your hand forward. He wraps them around his waist, making you press your chest against his back. You've ridden bikes before but not this close to a complete stranger with a nice body under his clothes. You can't help but feel his muscles as you hold on tightly to him.

The ride to the base is short, maybe a little too short. When the two of you arrive, you're met with a familiar face. Captain John Price is standing in front of a large building with the letters "SAS" on them.

You stumble a little as you climb down off the bike and Keegan grabs your arm to steady you. Red slowly starts to cover your cheeks as he looks you straight in the eyes. "Be careful now. Wouldn't want you taking a fall in front of the big scary men, now would we?"

You give him a quick glare and stand up, brushing your uniform down. You walk over to the captain and salute. After introductions are made, you're taken on a tour of the base. You meet some of the other members, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick. You wonder what your call sign will be as you are shown the mess hall.

When you make your way to the barracks, reality sinks in and you find yourself staring at a communal shower with no bays or privacy. "As you can see, we only have accommodations for men around here. So you will be given a schedule for your shower times. I hope this won't be an issue going forward."

You look at Price and shake your head. "No sir. I had the same arrangement while running the tests, sir" Price smiles at you and nods. "Good answer. You see, we are like a family here. A tight knit family and we don't keep secrets." You nod as he speaks and follow as he leads you to your new bed.

Situated in a long room with 10 beds spaced out equally, you are shown to the 5th bed. "This is where you will be sleeping when we're not on missions." He examines your face as you look from bed to bed.

You look back towards your bed, then to Price. "Does anyone snore?" You ask with a straight face. Price bursts out laughing and pats you on the back. "Wouldn't know. I sleep like a wee baby."

"He snores the loudest." You jump a little as a deep voice comes from behind you. You turn to see a man with a mask over his face. It's like a ski mask but has the bottom of a skull where the mouth piece would be. "Don't be lulled in by his sweet natured face either. He snores, fart and talks in his sleep." He cocks his head and opens his eyes wide as he continues, "like a baby."

You stifle a snort and turn away. Price glances at you then turns his attention back to the other man. "Ghost, glad you're here. You can introduce yourself to your new teammate, Private (insert name here). She passed with the highest scores and earned her spot on the team."

Ghost. The Ghost was standing before you. You've waited 3 years to meet the rumor all the other recruits whispered about. He was huge, standing at an impressive 6'5 with a muscular build but not too big. A tight waist and long legs added to his stance. He was sex on a stick and you could tell he knew it.

"What do you specialize in, private?" He asked as he took a few steps closer to you. You find it hard to swallow for a moment and catch your words as you try to speak. This makes you cough but you recover quickly. "I specialize in close combat and stealth opps, sir."

He looks you up and down and you feel like he's touching you with his eyes. Damn this man is hot and your mind starts firing off dirty scenarios. Being taken from behind, being taken in the showers, being hoisted up and dropped down on his huge bulging..."Private?"

You come to your scenes as you find you've been day dreaming for a couple of minutes. That damn red covers your face again and you clear your throat. Price gives you an off look but continues, "I asked if you were hungry."

You set your duffle bag on the bed and nod yes. Following the men out, you take a sharp right towards the mess hall and come face to chest with the last member of the team. Almost 7 feet tall and with a hood over his head that stops just shy of his abdomen, he grabbed your shoulders out of reflex.

In a thick Austrian accent, he grumbled out, "be careful where you are going, kleines Mädchen." You look up to meet his eyes and are taken back by the brilliant blue you see. He lets go of you and continues down the hall. Price taps you on your shoulder and says, "that big guy is König. I would suggest not bothering him too much."

"Is he that dangerous?" You ask as the three of you continue down the hall to the mess hall. "No. He just doesn't like being bothered." Ghost says nonchalantly as you walk.

After meeting everyone and making new friends, you're ready to melt into your bed and relax. But life has a way of screwing with you as you will soon find out. Tune into the next episode to see what's in store for you.