Stuck With Them Till In England

The Day TaskForce 141 Met Willow

Willow had been sleeping for a while, near the door to her apartment, when she suddenly awoke to gunsfire in the distance... But it was in her apartment building. What the fuck is going on now? Willow asked herself, just as a about 6'2 tall man broke down her door just to fall down. Face-first. Who the hell is this guy. Willow thought, reaching for a nearby knife. "FUCK!!" The guy yelped, just for a few seconds later to say, "Ow...". Willow stopped reaching for the knife, trying not to laugh at this guy.

"What the fuck?" Willow said, observing the guy who was starting to get up. He seemed to have not heard her, probably because what Willow thought was his group said, "Wee tahh ded.". Willow could tell the guy was annoyed, which he was. The guy looked back at the group. "Shut up." He growled. Then he seemed to have realize Willow had spoken. "Oh." He said, seeming slightly shocked, "Guys, there's someone in here." The guy told the group. This guy was wearing what looked like a skull. Skull-Man is what I will call you if I don't hear your name sir. Willow thought, almost giggling at "Skull-Man". But, being the ironic person she is, she grabbed her knife, and pointed it at "Skull-Man". "Hey hey, we're not bad." He assured Willow. "We're British... Task Force 141." The stranger said, but Willow didn't put her knife down.

Does this guy not realize he just fucking broke down my fucking door? Willow thought, and responded to the guy with, "Okayyyy. But still." Willow said, not really trusting this random stranger. "We ain't gonna hurt you." He said, which made Willow finally put her knife down. "Well, what's even going on?" Willow asked, confused on why a British military is in her apartment, and why there were gunshots. "Russians... Under Vladimir Makarov. Killing on sight citizens." He explained to Willow. "Oh." Willow said, now understanding. But.. Wouldn't the American military be here? Why the British?? Willow thought. "Well then, do I just jump out my window or what do I do?" Willow asked, just wanting to get away. "You come with us." He said. Seriously? Stuck with you and whoever the fuck they are? Willow wondered, looking at the others that were standing there too. "We got a place back in England, refugees are going there." 'Skull-Man' explained. "Okay." Willow murmered, knowing that's quite a while away.. Considering they were in NYC. "We already have Americans, Africans, Russians, Germans, French, and those affected." He explained, making Willow be slightly annoyed with his voice, after all she just wanted to leave already. "But it might take a bit. We can't just waltz over there." The guy explained. No shit sherlock. Willow thought to herself, now just kinda ignoring what he was saying. Then she heard him say that they need to show her how to shoot a gun.

"I grew up with two dads, I know how." Willow hissed, still annoyed with this random guy and his group. Willow grabbed her knife again, standing up, and before she knew it, she looked back over to the group and Ghost, apparently, according to a small part of conversation she heard, was arguing with a guy named Soap. What kind of code-names are those? You know what, nevermind. They probably just explain how they are like. Plus it's none of my business. Willow thought, watching the two fight. Finally, she had enough, after all they were causing a scene. "Stop fighting! My lord!" She screeched at the two. Then Ghost started arguing with someone else. Willow pointed to Ghost, and asked "Why is he being such a dickhead?".... As if she was never a bitch to anyone in her life. "He's got a short temper after his family died.... He's pretty relaxed when we aren't pains in his arse." Soap responded as Ghost argued with someone else, threatening shit. Soap soon told him to knock it off, and Ghost did. But, Willow kept her knife with her. She had been given tactical gear, which she asked for some advice, and went to her bathroom to change. When she got out, she overheard them talking about some guy called "Yuri". Apparently it was a Russian guy. Willow shrugged it off, hopefully not going to see another one of these guys sitting around her apartment. Oh lord, was she wrong.