This is my first ever take on trying to write fanfictions, so don't be expecting too much. It's is currently a test run to see if I've got what it takes to be writing fanfictions.
I've chosen a RWBY X COD crossover because not a lot of people have really been making any noteworthy COD fanfictions with elements of romance, comedy, hurt/comfort, adventure and above all action. So, I decided to take it upon myself to try a more lighthearted approach to the famous FPS shooter, by giving it more mainstream narrative that focuses on dark and offensive military humor, slight harem focused romance (*cough* definetly harem *cough*), redemption and just generally trying to live life better.
So without further ado, lets start the journey...
PROLOGUE
The shattered moon shone brightly down on the tree's of the Emerald Forest, the same Forest that stood proudly beside Beacon Academy. A large castle esque school that was as prestigious as it's size. Sitting silently in the tallest tower of the school sat a man with a pale and sharp complexion and facial features, gray hair and soft brown eyes, with black eyesbrows suggesting he may have had black hair in his younnger days. He wore a black overcoat over a dark green blazer and long black slacks with a long green scarf warpped snuggly around his neck. In his left hand was a steaming cup of coffee and in his right he held a stack of papers.
This man was none other than Beacons one ond only headmaster, Ozpin. He was currently browsing through the list of the new first year students that would be arriving in a few weeks, when suddenly the elevator door to his office opened to reveal a blonde woman who looked to be in her 30's.
Wearing a rather tight fitting white and black button down blouse that perfectly hugged her vuluptuous breasts and wide hips, a black/purple cape hanging down her back and a pair of tringular shaped glasses sat snuggly on her nose, which only further attracted attention to her bright emerald eyes. This was non other than Beacon's Deputy Headmistress, Glynda Goodwitch.
"Professor Ozpin," Glynda greeted as she walked over and sat on the chair opposite of him, "I see you are going over the student transcripts that came in today."
"Hm." Ozpin hummed as he took a sip of his cocoa, "There are definitely a lot of strange and strong individuals, and from what I've seen rather troublesome ones as well." Ozpins eyes lingered over two documents in particualr before he sighed and placed the transcripts back on his desk and walked toward the window on the opposite end of his office.
Glynda raised an eyebrow at Ozpins breif description of the new students, she had noticed that he'd been acting less and less like his usual self. "Is there something on your mind sir, if so you can tell me."
"If only it was that simple." chuckled Ozpin as he continued to gaze out the night sky.
As Glynda was about to pursue the topic further, the two were suddenly interupted by a rather violent flash of light that lit up the night sky. Glynda quickly rose to her feet and ran to where a surprised Ozpin had nearly fell backwards, dropping and breaking his cup on accident. The two looked to where the bright flase was still pulsating when they both suddenly noticed what looked to be a human shaped figure fall away from the pulsating light.
"What in Oum's name..." Glynda whispered in awe, whilst holding the arm of a still unbalanced Ozpin.
Ozpin however had a thoughtful frown on his face as his eyes followed the human shaped figure as it floated down steadily toward the Emerald Forest.
"Could this be a sign from the Brothers? A sign that maybe they have not foresaken Remnant as of yet." Ozpin thought solemnly before he stood straight and turned to address Glynda, while the pulsating light seemingly flashed into nothing, leaving Remnants skies empty once again.
Lying somewhere in the Emerald Forest, a figure beagn to stir. He was dressed in black tactical military gear, reminiscent of the type black operatives would wear complete with the knee/elbow guards and steel toe cap boots. As the figure began to sit up it was revealed that he looked no younger than 17, with a military look but with an edge. The top of his head is styled in a fairly short, but natural looking mohwak, called a warhawk. his hairline also formed a point above his nose, giving him a heart shaped face.
He was a rather handsome young man, with black hair and dark blue eyes and a diagnol scar that ran down his left eye.
"Bloody, fucking hell. My head hurts..." he said groggily as he sat up fully and began to look around. Soon his face turned from annoyed, to confused, to concerned as he finally began to take in the enviroment he'd found himself in. "What the hell? This... this is not Prague."
He then stood up and began to check around himself, he then groaned when he realised that he didn't have any of his guns with him. "Damn, where the hell are the guns when I need 'em the most."
He then proceeded to pull two standard military issued hunting knives from the two knife holsters around his thighs, as he sighed in relief as he gripped both blades tightly. "Price? Yuri?... Kamarov?!" he called quietly as he scanned the treeline and the night sky.
Upon laying his eyes on the moon he immediately let his lands go limp by his sides as the knives clattered to the ground, his eyes wide and his breathing erratic.
"Fucking... hell. The moon... it-it's broken!?"
He shouted as he immediately fell on his ass. As he tried to make sense of his situation there was a sudden low growl he heard to his left, and as he turned his head apprehensively to take a look, he was immediately met with several pairs of glowing red eyes. Suddenly a tall, lanky looking antropomorphic wolf creature with black skin and white bony armor stalked out of the moonlit shrubbery. It's blood red eyes seeming to bore into the young mans dark blue as he stared at the creature shocked and confused.
"What. The. Fuck." was all he was able to mutter as the bone plated wolf beast lunged at him. Acting on instinct he immediately brought up both his fallen blades as he blocked a claw swipe from the Grimm, which not only saved his life but allowed him to use the momentum of the block to do a backwards roll as he got to his feet and ran. Immediately after the howls of multiple of the wolf type Grimm, Beowolves, sounded off behind him as they chased after their prey.
"Shit, shit, SHIT!" he panted out as he ran through the tangle of branches and roots, holding both knives in front of him as he used his years of battle hardened instincts to not trip or get tangled up in some branches and roots. "Great, just fuckin swell. I wake up in the middle of a fucking forest out in the arse-end of who knows where, I have no guns, no allies, the moons bleedin shattered and I'm about to be killed by some type a skeleton dog monster! I FUCKING HATE DOGS!" he shouted internally.
Upon hearing a snap to the right of him, he turned just in time to see a Beowolf spring through the foilage, claws outstretched. The black haired teenager swung the knife in his left hand to parry the blow from the claws as he wasted no time in using the momentum from his parry to stab his other blade in the monsters throat. Pulling and ripping it open.
With a yell he swung a closed fist that struck the Beowolf in the face as it went down. Then, much to his bewilderment the wolf monster began to fade away into dust particles as soon as it hit the forest floor. Leaving behind no sign of it's struggles as its blood and pieces of flesh had faded away with it.
The young man, who was too distracted with the seemingly unreal sight of the creatures already faded body, failed to notice three of the creatures had snuck up on him. Hearing the shuffling of branches he'd turned around too late as one of the Beowolves swung it's clawed hand that struck his tactical vest, tearing the fabric and knocking the wind out him as he was sent rolling across the forest floor for a few metres before coming to a halt.
Groaning he placed a hand to chest where he assesed the damage to his vest, noticing that the fabric was torn but he was still intact. "I just know that when I take off this thing there'll be a red blotch the size of Wales on me..." he groaned as he held his stinging chest that was slightly bruised from the hit.
"Grrrrr..." Ignoring the stinging from his chest he looked up to see the three Beowolves stalking toward him, with large drops of drool dripping from their maws as they eyed him with bloodthirst evident on their faces. He quickly rose to his feet as he took a boxers stance with his arms (stil holding the blades) held up in front of his face, his legs spread slightly apart and his back lowered slightly.
"Alright, ya ugly bastards how's about I show some Scottish hospitality, aye." he quipped as he began hopping on the soles of his feet like a boxer. "Bring it on!" he shouted as one of the Beowolves accepted his challenge and ran at him.
The Beowolf swipped at his head with the intent to rip his face off, but the balck haired teen merely weaved out of the way of the reckless, animalistc swipe and proceeded to kick the knee of the beowolf causing it to lose it's balnce as it fell forward slightly. He then proceeded to mercilessly bash the Beowolf's head in with his fists while also taking stabs at its brain, effectively killing it within a few seconds. The teen grunted as he whirled to spot the other two Beowolves coming at him from both sides, seemingly trying to pincer him.
He stood ready as his eyes darted left and right, trying to figure out which one would make it to him first. And with and eye and hand coordination that some veterans could only dream of, he flung the blade in his left hand at the Beowolf coming from his right. Stabbing it in one of its front legs which caused it to roll farther to his right, momentarily taking it our of commission as he gripped and swung his right blade at the third Beowolf, with the blade effectively penetrating it's upper jaw as he gripped the blade and lifted the Beowolf over him, smashing it into the ground as he climbed over it and gripping both sides of the blade as he twisted his hands hard against the struggling Beowolf and snapped it's neck.
Getting back to his feet he looked at the second Beowolf, who had just recovered from his blade throw as it lunged mindlessly at him. With both his knives missing he raised his hands as he took the boxers stance he used as he squared up against the remaining Beowolf.
As it swiped at him, he dodged the hits as best as he could, because if one was enough to send him flying while almost destroying his cevlar vest, he didn't want to take anny chances if it hit his face or neck. He weaved and dodged the Beowolves swings as he punched, jabbed, upercutted and kicked back at the Beowolf.
"Never thought I'd be throwin hands with a fuckin werewolf." he thought darkly as his boot connected with one of the creatures bone plated armor, breaking it off from the force of the kick, the two had been going at it for two minutes, but to the dark haired teen it felt like an eternity.
Both were looking as worse for wear with the black haired soldier panting heavily with his body covered in small scratches and bruises from some close shaves, sweating clinging to his body as he wiped the sweat from his eyes. The Beowolf too was panting slightly with noticeable dents and cracks in it's bone armor, it's black furry skin was also slightly haggards and dented in certain areas along it's abdomen.
"Not good. The more I try to block and weave the more tired I get, and it seems that this thing is starting to learn from it's failed attempts to claw my face off. I need to end this quick before it learns to read my feints and weaves, if it does I'm screwed then..." the young man thought solemnly as he grtit his teeth. A risky idea popping into his head.
With a yell he rushed at the Beowolf with the intent to end the bout right then and there, with the Beowolf responding in kind as it to let out a howl and dropped to all fours as it ran at the dark haired soldier. With the two merely inches away, the balck haired teen feinted dodgeing to the right, with the Beowolf foolishly following his feint before he kicked it's legs under it while jumping to the left as he warpped his hands around it's neck and pulling it into a chockhold.
The Beowolf flailed and clawed about as it struggled to free itself from the chokehold the human had put it in. The young man grunted as he struggled to keep a tight hold on the creature as some of it's shattered bone armor along it's back pierced parts of his unprotected skin.
As the two struggled and rolled about for a few second, the dark haired soldier began to notice the Beowolves movements began to get sluggish and weak. Seeing this as an opportunity he tightened his grip as he placed his hands on either side of its head.
"Goodnight, ya bastard." he whispered as he jerked his hands hard, an audible *CRACK* resounded as the he threw the Beowolfs limp body to the side, which began to fade away. As he got to his feet he placed one hand on his left shoulderblade, which had a deep cut from one of the Beowolves bone spikes cutting into him. He began to limp away from the place the battle had taken place as he searched for a tree or log where he could lay down and inspect his wounds, although unknown to him he didn't notice the heavy lines of blood dripping from inside his vest as he was more focused on his shoulder injury.
"Whatever... those things were... hope I never have to see them again." he sighed as he had just reached the base of a rather tall, cozy looking tree. As he collapsed at the base of the tree from blood loss, he could just barely make out the image of a blonde woman with a purple glow that surrounded her, before his mind shut down.
8 hours later...
Glynda and Ozpin stood in front a hospital bed located in Beacons infirmary, sat on said hospital bed in a plain black pair of shorts and and T-shirt was an unconcious young black haired teenager. The very same teen that Glynda had found collapsed as the base of a tree several hours earlier.
Glynda had a suspicious look bordering on curiosity/concern as she gazed at the unconcious boy. Ozpin had said that this boy had fallen from the sky prior to it exploding into light the night before, although she was skeptical at first she couldn't deny that she too had seen a human figure fall from the sky. And the fact that this boy was found a few meters away from where they had confirmed the human figured would have landed she hand no rebuttal for Ozpins theory.
"I don't know what your expecting to get from the boy Ozpin, it's clear he's just a confused teenager. Maybe it was his Semblance that had went out of control resulting in him ending up here." Glynda tried to reason as she looked at her employer as he stared impassively at the boys sleeping face, coffee cup in one hand and a cane and scroll in the other. Ozpin didn't turn as he addressed Glynda.
"That may be so Glynda, but from the footage I'd seen of the young man it's clear that he has no Aura." said Ozpin as he handed his scroll to Glynda as she saw the footage of the boy fighting four Beowolves that was captured by a few of the many cameras set up about the Emerald Forest. She watched in slight shock and disgust at his apparent savage and brutal fighting style, as well as how after he'd killed the final Beowolf his shoulder wound as well as the wound under his shirt and vest that he had not noticed was bleeding had not healed.
But what really concerned Glynda was that the way he fought and defended himself seemed to better suit a human opponent rather than Grimm.
"Although he didn't have any sort of Aura or Semblance, he took down four Beowolves single handedly and rather impressively I might add." Ozpin mused, while a frowning Glynda handed back his scroll. "Ozpin, you can't be serious! The way he fought, his stance everything about it seemed that he was trained to fight humans. Not to mention his attire seemed to be that of a soldier, he could be-"
Ozpins raised his hand slightly to silence Glynda as he turned to look at her, his eyes lingering on a metal object that the doctors had removed from the boys neck before picking it up. "Before we start jumping to conclusions and pointing fingers, we should first find out as much as we can. Starting with who this young man really is? How he got here? And where he's from? But something tells me, things won;t be as simple."
Ozpins showed Glynda the pair of bloody dog tags in his hands; Captain John "Soap" Mactavish. Task Force 141.
I think I'll leave the Prologue here. Sorry if this is rather short, I just wanted to get the whole Soap appearing in Remnant thing out of the way before jumping into the real juicy stuff.
Soap actually appeared on Remnant a few weeks prior to the events of the trailers and Volume One so expect the next chapter to be mostly filler as Soap adjusts to Remnant, gets an aura (and maybe a Semblance) as well as a cool new transforming weapon :
Until then, thanks for reading and please leave a review really helpful. See ya next time. (: