The Undying Marine - (CoD/BlackOpsverse, PvtMiller!SI)

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AN: For those that are unfamiliar with the character/series, these first few arcs are set in the game Call of Duty World at War. And the MC is... given the blessing of having CoD Logic or 'He can heal himself when taking cover, he has a HUD and other stuff'. This in turn has some unexpected developments for both the plot, history itself, and much more.

'Baptism by Steel'
Makin Atoll, South Pacific
August 12th, 1942
Pvt. Charlie Miller
2nd Marine Raider Battalion (Carlson's Raiders)

When I first woke up in this world so similar to mine, I thought that fate was cursing me to redo my previous life.

After all, being born in the 1920s and then being at the right age to volunteer for WW2 was quite the telling sign I was dealing with a Youjo Senki sort of deal - some God was trying to play with my life for some reason. But I didn't met a 'Being X', nor I was given a goal.

I just woke up as a newborn and started my life anew as Charlie Miller. Second kid to the Miller household, and quite unfit for a life spent at a ranch in Texas.

My new family wasn't rich, but there was just so much stuff for me to entertain. Going to war wasn't my initial plan, but then I realized as I allowed the familiar surname stir more in my head that this was actually meant to be.

Especially after an accident that saw me fall head-first down a tree and... not die. I saw my sight growing red for a moment as a strange window appeared in front of me.

Tutorial - Injured
Due to your unique condition, your HUD will flare red when you receive damage. When you are truly close to death, your vision will also blur - wait until your health restores by itself.

...

No way.

That's the day I learned that 1) I had some game-like abilities as that thing enabled my HUD too and... 2) I had to try hard to come close to dieing.

I thought I had imagined the window, same for my HUD. That my brain got damaged by the fall. But mere moments after the fall went by and I found no injury where I fell.

Blood? Definitely, but no signs of wound. Not even a scratch. I had to clean up before going back home through the water fountain nearby.

Luckily for me the blood didn't stain my clothes too much to leave blots over my brown shirt.

From that day onward, I had a goal - I had to join the US Army, and I had to play my role in this world. After all, I realized who I was.

Out of the many known characters in Call of Duty, the name of 'Private Miller' was an underrated one.

Why? Well, he was given the least attention by devs when compared to someone like Dmitri Petrenko - but I blamed the fact fans loved Reznov more than Roebuck and other characters from the Pacific Campaign in the game that was World At War.

Now, beyond the little spite I had on the matter, being put in his role with some gamey ability to 'heal up' from damage felt like a bit of a 'cheat code'.

Not only because I was in a rather peculiar time of history, but because this gave me the edge on surving this era and perhaps meddle with the circumstances that were soon to come up.

So, my stay in the Army was brief before I had been shoved into the Marine Corps for my 'exceptional qualities in handling tasks with swift conviction'. Thus training became more like hell. The drill instructor barked, and we accepted whatever shit he told us to do.

There was hardly any 'bitching' in the boot camp, and being relocated in California by 1941 had got me 'locked in' for the Pacific Campaign.

Pearl Harbor, the Congress voting to engage in war against Japan- I was shipped away to join the recently formed 'Raiders'. America needed a land-themed spearhead beyond a naval one.

Redeployment was finalized in August 7th as the Carlson's Raiders made its baptism of fire in the Battle of Tulagi and Gavutu–Tanambogo - the Solomon Islands were this secured.

I didn't get to see much action beyond joining the rest of the group through the basic effort of numerically crush our opponents as the Japanese didn't have a solid enough force to outlast us.

Nonetheless, my 'prayer' for action was answered in August 12th when my reconnaissance team got dispatched in a scout mission in the Gilbert Islands.

Makin Atoll, we were a few days away from this 'games' starting properly. But I didn't exactly plan to get captured and follow the plot.

When we arrived during the nighttime, Cpl. Rivera and Cpl. Lozano (our commanding officers) made a fuss over what approach to follow. The former wished to follow the beachside, while Lozano wanted to go into the jungles.

Both paths were soon rendered impossible to entertain when their whining gained the attention of a patrol. The entire Atoll was soon given the alarm and swarming our position.

My team was made by roughly ten marines including me. When the firefight started, Lozano got brutally shot in the back of his head, triggering the skirmish as we desperately held our position.

The plan was solid for me as I had a fucking Thompson SMG and roughly ten fresh mags beyond the one I had already loaded.

220 bullets, lots of 'close quarters', and a whole lot of shouting. I was taking time aiming, my original plan being to minmax my ammo, but I realized that we were losing men fast as I wasn't killing fast enough.

Gritting my teeth as I saw Cpl. Rivera shot too as he was trying to bark orders and keep things coherent on our side, I turned to the closest soldier around - at this point it was just us Privates.

"Pyle!"

The guy whimpered as the loud shooting and the explosions were getting to the guy. "W-What?!"

"Tell the others to hold out as strong as possible. I am going for a fucking murder-walk!"

I think he told me to stay put or something, but I was already vaulting over the few rocks I hid behind and I started to be more 'spraying and praying' with my SMG.

In a single moment, I almost forgot this was real life. It all felt like a Remastered version of Semper Fi, but in VR. I could move smoothly, I could vault over all reachable items, I could go everywhere in this damn Atoll and the Japanese were soon experiencing one of the worst days of their military campaign.

From easy target for them to do some target-practice, I turned into their predator within the span of a few hours.

It was all so intense as I felt my adrenaline pushing me to the edge while I decimated the entire garrison on my own.

I wasn't invincible, but there were enough trees and boxes to hide, heal up, and then get back to the massacre.

The only issue was a matter of ammo- as I depleted my SMG's available mags through the first hour, I had to switch up to my sidearm, the standard-issued M1911, but I didn't have much for that.

I was soon scavenging ammo off the corpses of those I killed, snatching an Arisaka Rifle and a Type 100 in the process.

Bolt actions weren't my thing due to the low firerate, but the Type 100 was a lady weapon despite its infuriating 'reload on the side'.

I heard 'Banzai!' so many times, I kind of got a trigger button from it within this first real mission, and I made sure that all that eagerness to die perished as quickly as possible. The Japanese toll for this battle was high enough that most officers ditched the whole 'Bushido' bullshit and started to actually panic.

I was killing them too fast and too brutally, and eventually I had outright exterminated the Japanese garrison.

By the time I was done killing, I took a moment to stop my inner murderous instincts, and actually take a look at myself. I had been shot many times, the holes riddling my jacket, shirt and pants were proof of that, but I had healed through it all.

The healing was also odd as it didn't eject the bullets in my body: those within me outright vanished as the injuries faded away. Only blood remained, and I wasn't even sure how much of that was mine and how much was the enemy's.

Sighing and slowly checking if I had truly cleaned up the place, I made it back to the main village area the Japanese had turned into their base for the Atoll. I was surprised to find out that what was left of my team had reached the place before I did and there was a bit of a standoff.

"Fuck's sake... Miller? That you?"

"Damn right it's me, Pyle. Thought you all died."

"How the hell do you get that straight face after going for that suicide run, you crazy bastard!" Pvt. Nelson barked back, but he looked relieved to see me alive. "Are you even fine? That kind of blood-"

"How do you fucking think he did this kind of butchery?!" Pvt. Cook snapped back, and then looked at me. "But jeez, Miller, you look like a corpse."

"Check me out and see it ain't mine at all, you dickwads. Still... we done? All dead?"

"Are they?" Pyle asked back, almost pointing out I should know since I went on that spree.

"I didn't spare any."

"Well, we didn't give the Japs any mercy either. So... I think we are fine for now. We were looking for a Radio. I think our superior may want to know we... did a bit more than what our mission was all about."

I could only grin at that.

The war had, after all, just begun.

AN

I think I had wanted to write a CoD fanfic since I started to read in FFN. I saw a few, but those were mostly about the Zombieverse as the non-Yaoi ones were rare in the 'normal timelines'. Still, Charlie Miller the Unkillable Marine has just been deployed and the war may not be as painfully slow as in OTL.

Time for the Marines to take a prominent role in this mess, Oorah!