"Put it in your right hand. Wrap these fingers around the pistol and place this one on the trigger." Hands guided my small fingers around a toy gun. "Use the other hand and wrap it around your right hand. Hold it up." My arms went up. "Aim." I closed one eye. "And fire."
I woke up, my alarm blasting in my ear. That was my earliest memory. I came from a military family. The second I could sit up, I was trained. I learned to hold a gun at 5. Mainly pistols. I wielded bigger guns at the age of 8. I was physically trained and had abs at 10. I was tougher than most men I knew. I had scratches and scars from training. My family called them tiger stripes. At 17, I graduated early and enrolled in the army. The day before basic training, my family gave me something. It was a few masks. A standard half mask and a balaclava.
"Remember. Tradition. Don't show your face to anyone until you receive the Medal of Honor." My mom said. I looked at the mask. She took it from my hands and placed it on me, fixing my hair. "I love you." She said.
"I love you too, mama." Tears welled up in my eyes. If I breathed they'd go over the edge. I stood straight and saluted to her. I turned to my dad and he gave me a big hug.
"Make the family proud kid." We both saluted to each other. I walked away and went to basic training. It was easy. They did things I already cleared at 12. I finished it early with my sergeant's approval and he sent me to where I am going today.
"Be up at 0500 and ready by 0530." He said the night before.
"Sir yes sir!" I said.
"Dismissed." I walked to the barracks, got ready for tomorrow, and laid on my cot one final time. It was 0500, my alarm blaring. I shut it off and got up quickly, changing, putting on my boots, brushing my teeth, and gelling my hair down. I put my mask back on and left with my bag in hand.
I got to the meeting point at 0530 on the dot. I was met with my sergeant talking to another man.
"Sir!" I saluted to my Seargant.
"At ease Thatcher." I stood straight but put my hand down. "This is Captain Price. He is in charge of Task Force 141, where you are going." He looked at me and gave me a smile.
"Hello. Y/N Thatcher, correct?"
"Yes sir."
"Welcome to the Task Force." He said. Holding his hand out. I shook it and went back to my standing point. "Hop in the van. We will take you to our base."
"Yes sir." I walked to the back door climbed into the van and sat down. Captain Price said goodbye to my sergeant and got into the passenger seat. We drove for a little bit before he spoke again.
"So, they call you Wretched, huh?"
"Yes sir."
"Why is that?"
"Because I am merciless sir."
"How so?" I heard a chuckle from the driver.
"She needs to meet Ghost." He said. He had a thick Scottish accent. "I'm Johnny MacTavish. You can call me Soap."
"Y/N Thatcher sir."
"Wait, like a for real Thatcher?"
"Yeah." The captain said.
"Damn. She might be worse than Ghost then."
"Ghost?" I said. I had a habit of speaking aloud by accident.
"Yeah. Simon Riley." I've heard that name.
One of the scariest and toughest men in the army right now. He was strong and had a cold heart when it came to missions. We got to their base in the next few seconds. I got out and stood there. Soap and Captain Price walked before they noticed I was not moving.
"You just gonna stand there? Come on." Captain Price said. I followed them in where i was met with two other men. One had is back turned toward me and the other got up and came to introduce himself.
"Whose this?"
"Y/N Thatcher sir." I saluted.
"Nice. I'm Gaz."
"Nice to meet you, sir."
"Oh shit. Price."
" Oh yeah. You don't have to be so uptight with us. Please loosen up."
"Whose us?" The man sitting down suddenly stood and turned toward me. He had a thick British accent and a Balcalva on. "Ghost. So you're a Thatcher."
"Yes." He approached me and stood directly in front of me. I took a step back and looked at him.
"Let's see your skill. Me me on the training field in an hour." He walked away. Price laughed.
"Don't mind him. He acts scary but he really isn't. Now let me show you to your room." He walked me through what they do and showed me my room. "We are pretty chill so don't be afraid to be yourself."
"Ok."
"Good. Now get ready for your training with Ghost. I'll take you there." I placed my bad down.
"Ready."
"Oh. Ok. Let's go then." He walked me to an area that looked like a paintball arena. "So we use paintball guns." Thought so. "Do you need time to get ready?"
"No. I'm good."
"Well here are the guns." He showed me a rack with paintball guns of every kind.
"Where is Ghost?"
"Right here, Princess." He walked out. Ugh. I hated being called Princess.
"Well, I'll let you both get ready. We will be watching from the side. Be ready for my signal." We both nodded and he walked off.
"Well, no words?" He said. I didn't look at him and picked up a pistol and a paintball knife. "That's it?" I walked away to the other side of the field. I loaded the pistol and readied myself.
"Alright, you two!" A yell came from the side. Soap, Gaz, and Captain Price stood there. "Here are the rules! Keep the bullets inside the field. You shoot near us, you are out. Do whatever you want to the other player but no head shots. If you get hit, yell hit. That's all. Ready?" He raised his hand. "Go." Soap hit a button and it made the sound of a buzzer.
A/N Hey everyone! I don't know anything about the
military but here. Please correct me if anything
is wrong. Thanks for reading. Bye bye!
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Ms. Wretched ~ CODxFem Reader
FanfictionYou came from a very strict military family. They trained you since you could sit up. At 17, you enrolled in the army. Although, your family made you promise one thing before you left. You had to cover your face at all times. You agreed and wore a f...
