Hi, not gonna really say a lot but just gonna throw this out there...

If anyone has any suggestions for what Soaps Semblance should be, I'm all ears. I was actually thinking of basing it off of something from Scottish lore, but then I thought "Maybe other people might have better idea's than me/:"

Not tryin to say I'm not creative, but theres no shame in asking for suggestions now and then.

Now onto Chapter One, mostly filler, but a good build up is important as well. Thanks for reading, leave a review and have a good one (;

DISCLAIMER: I do not own either RWBY or any charecters from the Call Of Duty franchise. RWBY belong to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum (bless his soul) respectively. COD is owned by Activison and Sledgehammer.

CHAPTER ONE: What The Hell Is A Remnant?

"Soap, eh. What the hell kinda name is Soap? How'd a Muppet like you get past selection?" said a tall stern face British SAS Captain, John Price. He was a tall steryotipical blonde Brit, with a camo bucket cap that never seemed to leave the top of his head and a full face of hair, conviniently called Mutton Chops.

He stared down at the newest addition to his unit, his eyes taking in the unimpressive figure of the Scotsman John Mactavish, or "Soap" as he was called by his friends and comrades, as he stood before him.

John Mactavish however, kept an impassive look on his face as he remained silent. Although the faint sounds of jeering and snickering coming from the lads from his new unit began to tick him off, so much so that he wanted so badly to give them a good ole Scottish tongue lashing. But he endured.

Suddenly one of his new squad members stepped up between the two men, "Easy on him sir, it's his first day." he turned and gave Soap a light nod, but due to the gas mask he was wearing he wasn't able to see clearly what kind of face he was making behind it.

Nevertheless, he appreciated the gesture.

Price snorted as he decided to listen to Wallcroft as he backed down from his interrogation of the FNG (Fucking New Guy), "Alright, Soap everyones already done a run through the CQB test, I want you up on the deck and down the ladder right, fuckin now."

Soap nodded slightly before walking to the ladder that would leading to the starting zone of the exercise.

"You know," said Price as he faced Soap with a shit eating grin and a lit cigarette, "Gaz holds the record of 19 seconds."

Soap tried his best to ignore the very obvious jab, as he ignored him and climbed the ladder. Muttering obscenities under his breath at his new Captain.

He was sure he wasn't gonna like him.

Remnant: Present Day

Beacon Academy, Vale

Soap bolted upright in his bed as he looked around in confusion. He was in a hospital, as in an actual hospital not some closet in a random civilians house in a backwater village in the middle of nowhere.

The faint smell of morphine and medicine permeated hi nose as he scanned the empty hospital room, he glanced at the window and noticed the the sky had already turned a dark pink. Signifying the approach of night.

"Bloody hell," he said as he gipped his forehead in his hand, "I really hope that was a dream."

"I'm afraid not young man." came a male voice that immeditaly put Soap on guard as he slowly lifted his head toward where the door stood agape as two people stood at the doorway.

"And who the hell are you?" Soap questioned as he began to reach for any obeject that could help him if the situation turned ugly. Which he hoped it didn't seeing as he couldn't find anything to defend himself with.

He didn't even notice the fact that both his shoulder and chest wounds were freshly bandaged up and treated.

He remained vigilant as the two people remained silent, and due to the window with the sun setting adjacent of the door, Soap could not get a clear look at their faces unless they stepped out of the dark.

"Calm yourself young man, this is no way to treat adults." came a strict and brisk feminine tone that immediately made Soap think of his old grade school teacher.

"Sounds like she has one hell of a stick up her arse." he chuckled internally as he kept his face stoic, as his cold blue eyes stared at the two. "And what does she mean 'adults' I'm atleast 26." He had also noticed that the two sounded American.

"Well, seeing as neither of us seem to be going anywhere with this, might as well get introductions out of the way." said the male voice as he stepped forward.

Soap noticed that the man had a full head of silver hair, though not abnormal, the man didn't exactly look to be knocking on 70 as of yet. He wore some kind of black and green color schemed outfit, with a kane and some sort of phone.

"My name is Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy." he answered simply, as he smiled lightly at him.

Soap raised an eyebrow, "Beacon Academy, that some kind 'a Yankee highschool?" the old man, Ozpin, walked towards him and took a seat on the chair on the right side of his bed.

"I'm assuming you've never heard of Beacon?"

"Look, mate. I just need to know where I am? Simple as that." Soap had began to get annoyed. He noticed that Ozpin had been treating him like some sort of child, and although he was still wary of them he knew he could atleast trust the Americans.

"With your current injuries, it would be in your best interest to rest and recover, Mr Mactavish." Soap noticeably bristled when he called his last name and mentioned his injuries, which he had now noticed. "Not to mention you've managed to peak my curiosity."

Ozpin dangled Soap's dog chains in front of him.

And Soap, upon seeing Ozpin with his dog chains quickly reached out and quickly snatched them from his hands. As he was about to get mad at him Ozpin spoke first.

"You're not from Remnant, are you?" he stared straight into Soaps eyes as he asked him and Soap, unbeknowst to him said four words that carried the clear weight of his answer.

"What the hell is a Remnant?"

Glynda stood by as she watched Ozpin talk with the boy, whose name was John Mactavish. Although his last name was rather strange it was his accent that was even stranger.

Well, to Glynda anyway.

She watched as Ozpin then proceeded to bring out his scroll and and show the boy the video of his encounter with the Beowolves in the Emerald Forest.

When asked where he learned to fight like that, he responded, "The military." in a cautious tone.

Glynda wondered where a 17 year old had the right to join the military. As much as she wanted to question the boy herself, Ozpin had told her to wait as he would go first to try questioning the boy.

"You really have no idea how you ended up here?" Ozpin inquired, the boy hadn't given any straight answers.

He was simply replying with simple yes, no's or silence. Needless to say Glynda was getting fed up.

"I understand your caution toward us, so to make things simpler," said Ozpin once more as he decided a different approach. "I'll answer any questions you, but in return you answer my questions as well. I hope that's okay with you Mr Mactavish.

Ozpin smiled as the boy pondered on it for a second before reluctantly nodding.

"Alright then sir, I'll go first." Ozpin nodded and waited for the boys question.

"What were those black skeleton wolf creatures that attacked me in the forest?"

"Those, are Grimm."

"Grimm, sir?"

Glynda was shocked to say the least, "How does he not know about Grimm?"

"Yes, you see..." Began Ozpin, "Those skeleton esque creatures are what we call Grimm, they are the physical embodiment of the worlds negative emotions. They exist solely for the purpose of wiping humans and faunus off the face of Remnant."

The boy, John, looked slightly surprised and concerned upon hearing what the Grimm were. Glynda noticed that his reaction genuinly seemed like he had no idea what Grimm were up until this point.

"Now that I've answered your question, I hope you can answer mine." Soap nodded again, although he looked to be deep in thought.

"It is clear that you aren't from Remanat, so. Where did you come from Mr Mactavish?" Ozpins question seemed to bring a tension into the room as Soap sighed.

"Well I know I'm not in Prague anymore." He raised his head and looked directly at Ozpin.

That was when Ozpin noticed that despite his young face, his eyes held the tiredness and hardness of a veteran soldier.

"You 'an your lady friend over there might wanna take a seat. This might take a while.

1 hour later...

At the end of Soap's story (he had told them to refer to him as that) Ozpin had remained silent, frowning. He was balling his fists so hard Soap thought it was a miracle he didn't snap the top of his cane.

Soap had told them how he came from Earth, and how he was part of a special military taskforce, the 141. How him and his team had stopped a Russian arms dealer from nuking a country, how they worked with a general from another country only for him to kill off the members of Taskforce 141 all for revenge, to finding a terrorist that had killed an airport filled with civilians just so he could start a war between two of the strongest countries.

As they listened to his tale, Ozpin grew more quiet as he talked, seemingly deep in thought. While Glynda was absolutely horrified to hear the attrocities the terrorists commited on innocents.

When he was done talking, the three sat in the room in silence. The sun had already set giving way for Remnants shattered moon to rise into the sky, Soap was still freaked out by the state of the moon.

Finally it was Ozpin that broke the silence, "You said that the last thing you remember was sitting in a bell tower with your friend Yuri, trying to kill Makarov?" Ozpin spoke his name with poorly hidden disgust, as if the name left a horrid taste in his mouth. (Which it probably did)

"Aye." Soap nodded. "I want to get back, but something tells me ya'll don't got teleporting technology."

When he first saw Ozpins scroll, he though he'd jumped the gun and ended up in the future.

Ozpin sighed, "I'm afraid not."

"Fuck..." Soap cursed quietly, he threw a cautionary glance at Glynda hoping she didn't hear him curse. From the small exchange they had in between his story he'd determined that she was a hardcore disciplinarian and just from looking at the riding crop in her hand, he vowed never to get on her bad side.

Getting an ass whooping as a kid was enough, but getting one as a grown man re-aged back into a teen was not.

He had also noticed that he had aged back into his teens. He looked roughly the same when he had first joined the SAS at 18, although now he had his signature warhawk and scar to boot.

"So what am I supposed to do now? I need to get back, they need me!" Soap stressed as he struggled to get out of the hospital bed.

Glynda appeared beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. "Mr Mactavish, Soap. Please calm down."

"Calm down? CALM DOWN!" he shouted, "How the bleedin hell am I supposed to calm down when I'm in a completely different world, while my friends and comrades are probably fighting tooth and nail to kill that bastard while I'm sitting here doing nothing!"

Soap knew he was just lashing out, but after retelling his story he realized that Makarov really did need to die after recalling all of his war crimes.

Glynda remained firm as she looked at him. "I'm not asking you to forget about your mission, I'm asking you to think rationally. You are in a new enviroment, with no allies and no means of going back. You need to recover before you begin making plans."

"I..." Soap remained silent as his face flushed in shame.

She was right, lashing out and doing something stupid would only get him killed. He could practically hear Ghost and Price raprimanding him for acting stupid.

"Your right... I'm sorry. It's just-" Glynda cut him off witha shake of her head, her stern emerald eyes softening momentarily.

"You don't have to apologize to me, I understand that you've been through a lot already and I understand where your coming from. Just be careful where you go from here, decisions have consequences."

Soap nodded as he smiled at Glynda. Even though she was a stick in the mud, she showed that she could show compassion when the situation called for it.

Glynda blushed upon seeing Soap's smile. She too couldn't deny that the young man was certainly handsome, add to that the fact that he was technically a 26 year old re-aged into a 17 year old she couldn't help but find his mature side enduring.

Ozpin cleared his throat causing Goodwitch to quickly straigthen up as she tried to hide her blush.

"So, what are we going to do with you?" Ozpin proceeded to walk and stand beside Soap. "I can't promise you a way to return you to your world, but I can garuntee your safety whilst here."

"What's the catch?" Ozpin raised a brow at Soaps dull tone. "I've been in a lot of situations such as this. No offense but, you don't look like the sort to help out for free."

"Non taken. And you are right," Soap looked up at Ozpin as he walked towards the door of his hospital room, "All I'm asking you to do is to attend my school."

"Um... what?"

Soap was definetely not expecting that as Ozpins favor, he was expecting something along the lines of, 'I need you to kill this politicain/CEO.' or something along those lines. Wouldn't be the first time he'd had to do random jobs for other people just to get a targets name or location.

"You seem confused," said Ozpin, turning to address Soap once more, "Someone of your... background and prowess would be a lot of use in my school and in the battle against the Grimm, that is if you wish to accept it."

"I got a choice?" echoed Soap.

"Of course you do. I understand that you may have trust issues from your previous encounters, but that is truly all I want from you. Nothing more, nothing less."

"What happens if I say no?"

"Then I will simply provide you with an apartment in Vale where you can live discreetly, as well as identification in order for you to find work anywhere in the city. I will check on you every once in a while, but other than that whatever you want to do so long as you don't disturb the peace, will be up to your discretion."

Soap tried to scan Ozpins face for any sign of deceit, but the mans poker face was as tough as Ghost's. Although he still found his kindness suspicious, he knew better than to kick a gift horse in the mouth.

"So if I accept to become a student here, what am I getting out of it?" Soap wanted to hear the pro's and con's of both options before coming to a decision.

"You will be given a temporary dorm here, atleast until the school year begins. You will also get new identifications, a monthly allowance and access to all of the schools facilities."

Soap raised an eyebrow at the favorable conditions he was given.

"With all due respect sir, it sounds to me like your trying to sweeten me into' picking the second option." Ozpin smiled innocently at his statement.

"You seem to be reading too deeply into these favours Mr Mactavish."

"Riight~..."

Soap sighed as he ran a hand through his mohawk. He realized that he was in another world, with no means of getting back and no trustworthy allies to speak of, so his only option was to try and look for a way back himself.

Although Ozpin said that he'd try to find a way to help the Scottsman, Soap would rather not owe him too many favours. God only knew when it would come to bite him in the ass later on.

"Alright, proffesor. Ya' got a deal."

Ozpins Office, 1 hour after Soaps acceptance into Beacon...

"You really think this is a wise decision?" Glynda folded her arms above her chest as she paced back and forth in front of Ozpins desk, said man was sitting in his chair sipping a cup of coffee. "I have nothing against the young man himself, but it's clear that he has the mentality of a soldier, how would he feel to suddenly try and blend into the life of a student so suddenly. Granted this is a combat school, but he had his frist Grimm encounter a day ago an-"

Glynda was cut off from her rant as Ozpin placed his cup of coffee down on his desk with an audible, *thump*.

"I understand you concern for him Glynda, that's why I suggested he become a student here. The enemies he's killed and the threats he's faced are more than a normal man can handle, which is why his vast experience and skills will be useful for him in his stay here at Beacon."

"I hope your not thinking of using him in our battle against her."

"No. Even I would not think of using an outsider, someone who has no idea of our ongoing shadow war, just for the sake of getting the upper hand over our enemies." Ozpin shook his head as he took another sip of his coffee.

"Who knows, Mr Mactavish may very well change the course of Remnants history. If the Brothers so will it."

Damn, that filler chapter was hard. I know I said previously that I'd give Soap a Semblance and weapon but I realized I needed more time to really think baout what the Scottsman should have for a Semblance, seeing as I alrady figured out his weapon for him. (Hint: Has something to do with a witch from Scottish lore.)

Anyway that was the first official chapter of SAS On Remnant, thanks for ready and I'll see you next time on, "Beacons Resident FNG..."

How will Soap react to learning about Remnants history, the use of dust and Aura, the rising terrorist group The White Fang and the concept of transforming weapons.