Plan B

Plan B -P69-

So me and Price walked back to the base. There we found Soap saulking on his bunk in the room whihc he shared with Price, Ghost, Roach, Kamarov, and Nikolai.
"Soap just tell us," Price told him with some foren gentleness as a huge contrast to his usual all work no play attitude. "What's wrong?"
Soap looked up form his tear stained pillow and at Price, "I-it's my brother."
"What about you're brother?" Price asked now with a hand on Soap's shoulder.
Soap looked down at the floor, "He died last night."
All the possibilities of what was going on weren't nearly as bad. Now I sat on the bunk next to him. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry to hear that."
"Save your pity," He spat and turned away. "It's one thing I don't need."
I arched an eyebrow and touched his arm softy, "It's alright. I know what it's like to lose someone you love."
"I know you do," He took in a breath whipped his eyes. "I just didn't think it'd be this soon."
"How old was he?" I asked.
"Early thirties," He said as he forced back more of his forming tears. "He was way too young to die."
"My dad was in his forties." I reminded. "And he had lung cancer."
"Yeah well, I'm sure my brother didn't have anything, he just had a heart attack and died."
"Well it happens." I told him.
"But not this soon," Soap muttered.
Price then discided to chance the subject, "Do you need a day or two to let this sink in? I could do the breifing on the recuits for you if you don't want to."
"You would?" Soap asked as he glanced at Price.
"Of course." Price said. "Besides, the message might be reseived a lot clearer if someone who isn't emotionally unstable does it."
"Alright, fine you can do it for me," Soap agreed. "I'll just be in here."
"Alright," Price nodded. "Come on Scarab, the recruits will be here very soon."
So I walked out with Price, leaving Soap to be alone. And after a bit of explaining Price left me with a clipboard and pen. I felt like a teacher waiting for her new students to come off the bus to take attendence. Well that's almost what it was. I had a few minutes so I grabbed my aviaters from my room.
The bus came to a stop and the driver looked at me with a glint of humor, "Alright, here they are. See what you can do." He turned and stood up and started to tlak to these men real quick before sitting down and letting them out.
Out came fifteen people. I made myself look as intimidating as possible and crossed my arms, glaring at them, as if I could see through them and their walls of undisiplant jokes and defiance. That was about to start being broken down. But the look was just something I picked up from my superiors from day one. And it was funny to add this whole new effect.
"Alright," I began in as serious of a tone as I could. But that's hard without laughing because it was halarious to see their now worried faces. "May I be first to say, welcome to the barracks. Now here's how it's gonna work, I'm gonna do a quick check to see if everyone's here, and we're gonna have a couple of people checking you things for anything unnessisary. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," A few said.
"Good," I sighed under my breath. "Now let's get started shall we?" I signaled for the two were told to check bags. The General went around to pick the two, and it turned out to be Heatstroke and Marchell. THey went to opposite ends of the line of people and start to go through the bags. "Danny Hariss?"
"Here!" Said an oddly optimistic man with blonde hair and bright gray eyes. A joker grin was on his face, and he was about near the middle of the line. He was wearing a tan tee shirt and jeans along with high tops. He looked so stupid and outta place here.
"Well good for you yah wanker," I said with almost fake joy. Well it sounded fake anyways, and it was another to make him lose some of his gittyness. "Josh Reed?"
"Present!" Called another guy who was next to Danny.. His hair was bleach blonde, and his eyes, well he had these creepy little beady eyes which he was peeling wide open. I think they were brown, but I wasn't sure. He was dressed similiar to Danny as well. Probably cousines for all I could tell.
"Cheeky bastard," I grumbled loud enough for him to hear. "William Andrews."
"Here," A man croaked. He was a little shorter than the others and had black hair and shy blue eyes. He was in a sweatshirt and cargos and docs.
I stepped over and now was staring him down, "Are you hiding something?"
"N-No," He studdered.
"Then what is it?" I questioned as I eased my sunglasses down, now he could see me eyes.
I could see a few drops of sweat breaking from his nervous forehead. And I could tell Heatstroke was forcing herself not to laugh. Finally he said, "I-I just, well."
"You what?" I put on a scowl that now made his more fearful of me. God I'm gonna laugh about this for a long time.
"Nothing, it's nothing." He sighed.
I eased away but was keeping an eye on him, "Laura Seals?"
"Here," A girl with red hair and bright blue eye said. She wasn't all perky, just mellow. Finally, someone who wasn't about to piss themselves or someone who I wanna punch in the mouth.
"Amy Sanderson?" I read off the list. Now noting that she had the last name of Roach.
"Over here," A girl said, this one was a stand out from the others. Her white hair tipped black was a definate statement, then again Ghost had his mask and Soap his mohawk. Her green eyes were looking elsewhere, just off in the distance which was odd.
I casually walked over her way and asked, "Tell me, do you know anyone in the 141?"
"Yeah my brother," She said flatly still avoiding eye contact.
"And who is our brother?" I asked, not like I had any other guesses.
"Gary Sanderson," I answered with little emotion.
"Ah, I see." And I turned back to the center of the line and continued on calling names. Just before I was finished I was inturrupted by Heatstroke.
"Hey," She turned to me and I narrowed my eyes at her. Giving her the look that I wanted her to look as serious as possible, "Sergeant Macey. You know Andrews?"
"Yes I know." I sighed. Willian gained this now more scared than ever look on his face.
She pulled a magazine from behind her back, "Look what I found in his pack." I snatched it form her and realized that it was a sport illitrated, the bitchy swimsuit addition.
"Well, well," I shot him a peircing stare. "I guess the Captain will have to see this, eh?"
He might as well be two feet tall, I bet he felt it by now.
"You find anything else?" I asked.
"No." She shook her head.
"Oh I did," Marchell stood up from those two blondes. "They both had themselves beer." He handed my couple bottles of freaking scotch. I mean really. How stupid could these bone heads be?
I held a bottle up in front of their faces, "We don't permit beer on the barracks. Got it? THe last thing we need is a drunken yahoo with a gun running around the base."
"But he, I" I stopped him.
"Do you hear me maggot!?" The volume wasn't as loud as you might think, but it was still shouting.
"Yes," They both sighed.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes sir," They both said. And they grew these joker grins that I wanted to smack off of them so bad.
"I'm a woman, wankers!" I sneered. "Get it right."
"Yes ma'am." They finally said. And then Danny said, "You're such a buzzkill."
"You're such a bitch," I spat. "Now I'm sure the Captain would just love to hear about your alcohol. And his porn." And I finished up the rest of attendance. "Heatstroke could you hold on to these while I show them their shared rooms.
"Sure." I handed her the beer and porn and she followed not far behind.
As we reached the boys one I turned and said, "Alright, now you're expected to pick a bunk and keep it. One bathroom that you all have to share, so be adults, got it?"
"When will we be meeting our Captains?" One of the people asked.
I glanced at him for his question that was outta the blue. "You'll mean Captain Price today later on, Captain MacTavish you'll get the pleasure of meet hopefully tomorrow."
"Hopefully?" Asked the second blonde. "Why not with Captain Price on the same day?"
"A man's buisness is something you shouldn't be shoving your nose in," I say flatly.
"But all I wanna know is why."
"Well it doesn't consern you. SO why not you butt out." I insisted. I openned the door, and saw that Soap wasn't there like when I left him. Kinda a releif. Ad then I started to guide the women down to the shared room which we had. "Alright, so you'll be sharing a room with me. Same drill, pick a bunk and stick with it. And we only have one bathroom, no hogging."
The women walked in and started to choice their bunks, I felt now a little outta place here with these people who were so new to me. But never the less I ajusted to it.
"Alright, you'll be breifed by Captain Price in three hours. Lunch is in an hour so get yourselves sorted out." I told them and walked out.

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A/N: Aw pour Soap, well he finally was able to talk about it.

And I feel sorry for Scarab for having to deal with those boys.

The idea of someone bringing porn came from the comic Skybot. Just to let you all know.

And Amy Sanderson is the character of the brilliant Ladnir!