CoD oneshots/preferences

COD x SPACE - [SMALL SERIES]; CH 1-6

Hi again! So I've got a lot of drafts at the moment just sitting in storage, so I think what i'm gonna do is just alter them slightly to fit the characters or whatever storyline I'm going with, and this time its about space.
This was kinda based on The Cloverfield Paradox, but not really?

Anyway - I tried to characterize each one, if there are any unknown names do ignore them as I changed them to fit the COD guys & my OC.

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- PROLOGUE -
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"Captain." I raised my head from leaning on my hand. The pen I was writing with dropping on the paperwork.

"We have some news. Call a group meeting, immediatley." I nodded, getting up from my seat and hitting the small red button on the wall, alarms sounding throughout the ship. I gathered up the stack of paper I was working on, and rushed out to the main room.

"We've had signals from Earth over the past five years." Simon started, following with
some pictures on the screen. "Recently, a group of scientists have been recording some strange patterns from the outside, and we think something's gone wrong."

"Sorry, after 2024, people thought to go outside?" Johnny spoke up.

"Unfortunatley, but they're working on fixing it, but until then we can only carry on with our tasks."

"This is bullshit! Why did they send us up here? To collect samples from fucking rocks? We should be down there, helping everyone else and trying to figure out what's wrong!" Gaz stood, slamming her fists on the table.

We could only hope we'd find out the truth of why we were sent up here.

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- ONE -
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"Captain White, you've been selected to go on a ten-year journey across space. Along with five other of the best recruits, you'll be studying different wave-lengths. Your five-year training starts tomorrow. There will be a letter delivered to your quarters with all information on it."

Before I continue, let me introduce myself. My name is Scarlet White. I'm the Captain of a small team of six, including myself, that's been chosen to go up to space and record and study physical matter from space and report back to Earth, to put it simply.
When I was younger, it had been my dream to see Earth from a different point of view. I loved watching movies and films that had a sci-fi effect to them, and how astronauts would float around due to the lack of gravity up there.
I had posters of the solar system on my ceiling, looking up to it every night to drift off dreaming about different rock formations on Mars, and different bonds on Saturn.
My father, a famous race-car driver, supported my every move. Getting me the best education,
paying for my training, and even buying me my own Jet, I loved him dearly.
My mother, on the other hand, was discretley against it. When she divorced my father, she moved away to start a new life. I haven't spoken to her much, only giving and receiving the odd text when one of my neices or nephews were born, or on Christmas or Birthdays.

So, it was just me and my dad.
Until the summer of 24'.

When a huge outburst of a lab-captive virus somehow escaped, the world turned dark. Everyone was forced to isolate, so far as to barricade themselves into their homes with enough food and water to supply them a week at most, getting deliveries from the most brave of volenteers.
By this time, I was finishing my training for the Royal Air Force.
My father, now jobless from the retirement of his career, hired several butlers and maids in our house to supply us with neccesities. He would stay in his room all day, only coming out for meals ecetera, and then returning yo do god knows what.

After about a month, an emergancy broadcast came on the tv. At this point, I was deployed to a company called AAS, which stands for 'Astronauts Aliens and Scientists'. But you're probably thinking,
"Scarlet, aliens don't exist?" you're probably right, but apparently people think they do, so who are we to judge.