Plan B

Plan B -P70-

So I called Marchell and Heatstroke with me to show the Captains the beer and porn, I was so excited to see their reaction. I opened the door to the rec room, which the recruits didn't know about yet, and found them kinda sitting around. "Hey Soap, Price."
Price tilted his hat up so he could see me and nudged Soap, who jolted to his senses with an involantary snort, kinda funny when you walk in on your napping superiers. Price whipped the goofyball grin from his face, caused by Soap waking up, and asked, "What is it, Scarab?"
"Well I just finished checking to see if everyone was here, and you'll never guess what the boneheads brought." I started.
"Let me guess," Soap said grogily. "Does this involve something we can't have on the base?"
"Pretty much," I nodded.
"William Andrews brought porn," Heatstroke held the sports illistrated in a menising way.
Ghost, who was sitting on a recline stood and took the magazine, "You can only guess why." Then broke in laughter, "What a wanker!"
"Are these men really that desperate?" Soap chuckled.
"Well for all we know they have no girlfriends, let alone anyone willing to screw them," Price joked.
Heatstroke was cracking up, "You shoulda seen how it was when he was called! He was probably ready to shit himself! I mean really, and Scarab comes up to him and freaking acting like to uptight, gonna-beat-the-shit-outta-you-if you-fool-around commanding officer and the guy was on the verdge of pissing himself!"
"I wish I could have seen it," Soap laughed. Well this is really cheering him up. When we all calmed down from the jokes we tossed I nudged Marchell.
Marchell pulled the two bottles of scotch from behind his back, "Danny Harris and Josh Reed also brought beer."
"Maybe to just get drunk so they can get gay on either," Ghost added in, I'm sure he's smiling.
"What idiots!" Price was once again laughing. "I mean, they could just save that for on one of our days off when we are allowed to go out and drink! But really?"
Well it turned out Gonzalo was behind us because I heard him laughing and shout, "Que alguien me lleve rápido a un hospital antes de que me muera de risa. They're pathetic!!!"
"They're so retarded," Soap then calmed himself again and suppressed his last few chuckles, "Anything else?"
"No that was it," I told them. "What are you gonna do?"
"I'll talk to them," Price still had some form of a grin. I prefer him in a better mood, when he doesn't chew my head off. "So Soap, are you feeling up to breifing the recruits with me?"
Soap shrugged, "After this, sure. I kinda want to see what will happen because we know what they brought."
"Well I told them they'd meet you tomorrow," I said. "But we could totally surprise them with you coming in today."
"Lets do it," Ghost agreed.

(Amy Sanderson)
We were doing laps in a bunker, well most of you might know the pacer test they do in schools, it's something like that. Just running and trying to get to the other side before the tone. I glanced quick at the clock, it was almost 3. Meaning we'd get to mean our captains soon. Just in a few minutes.
My heart was pounding and I was panting, we had done this for maybe the past hour. And ten people were already out. Including the now nickname "Bikini" for the magazine Andrews, Josh "Papyrus" Reed. We only called him that because his last name was the same plant that the Egypatians made paper out of, nothing special. And Danny "Lefty" Harris, pretty much the only lefty here. Lame nicknames, but I didn't come up with them. The guys did while they were unpacking I guess.
But back on topic, it was just me, Laura "Ginger" Seals, and a few other guys. The Sergeant to met us when we came was supervising, and I got the feeling we'd be stuck with her. Well she was alright, as long as you were porno or a drunk, she was fine with you. The door of the bunker opened and the Sergeant shouted, "Alright guys you can stop now! Line up on the wall!"
I slowed to a walk and then stopped, using my arms on my legs to keep up and not fall over. But damn that isn't fun when you feel on the verdge of passing out.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around, snow see the Sergeant's calm face, "Good job, now get over there."
So I did, and leaned on the wall, whipping sweat from my forehead. It's maybe mid January, and here I am so hot that I could just faint, curse this arboic excercise. But as I started to settle again I looked up to see that three men had walked in, one was a guy with redish graying hair all under a boonie, the next was a guy with a dark brwn mohawk and scar on his left eye, and the last was some person who covered his full face in a skull mask and sunglasses. Creepy...
The first man stepped up, "Well I see you all had a good workout by how much of you are pink faced." Was I really? "But anyways, I'm Captain Price, you will address me as such. And no I don't have any special nicknames which you might already have deemed youselves as." Not me, I still don't have one, and I probably won't for a bit. "Now I would like to hear your names, know who I'm dealing with." He was light in his step, to the point when I could barely hear his footsteps, as he made his way down the line and started with the first one, "Now what's your name?"
"Sam Laplant."
"Well any special nicknames?"
"Yeah people call me Venus."
Price blew it off and came to the next person, "And you?"
"Kyle Ross, and somehow I was nicknamed Moss."
"Well it happens, some of us were given the strangest of nicknames." Price remained emotionless. "How 'bout you?"
"Laura Seals, and called Ginger because of my red hair and pale freckled skin," Ginger fluffs her hair a little with his speckled arms to express the point.
"Yes I can see that," Price said flatly. "And you?"
"William Andrews," Bikini said so quietly only a few of us could hear.
"Aw yes I've heard of you, you're the one who brought that porn magazine in. What a laugh that was."
Bikini's face lightened. "Really?"
"Well yes, at least we know you're straight. Unlike a couple others here." Price glanced downwards at Papyrus and Lefty, who sunk back and smushed themselves to the wall behind them. "Got a nickname?"
"Bikini..." He mutters.
"I'm sorry, what was that? You need to speak up." Price said.
"Bikini," He repeats only a little louder.
Price get a flash of a joker then straights again, he pats his shoulder saying, "You know what I said a minute ago about being straight? Forget I said it." Then he moved to the next one. "You're name?"
"Josh 'Papyrus' Reed."
"Well don't think I don't know you, we don't allow alcohol on the base. And if I catch it again you'll be running the trails until your feet bleed, got it?"
"Y-yes, sir." Papyrus swallowed hard. I could like this Captain, he makes annoying people about to piss themselves.
"And you?"
"Danny 'Lefty' Harris!" He says very peppy, ugh, if thats how he always talks then so help me freaking god_
"Don't be all smiley, I know you are just as guilty for the beer. And the same goes for you. Do I make myself clear?"
He bit his lip and nodded nervously.
"Well that's just great," Price grew this grin which quickly faded as he went on. "How about you?"
"Randy 'Felspar' Grays."
"Felspar, eh? Well I can see your as soft as it," And he does a quick jab in the chest to prove his point, Felspar was on the hefty side, kinda cuddily. Ugh listen to me, 'cuddlily'? Well anyways Price moved on, "You?"
"Clair 'Talons' Rogenbuck." She shily looks down at her feet, letting blonde curls fall infront of her face.
"Chin up, soldier." Price told her lifting her head back up by the chin. Then he moved ot the next. "How about you?"
"Termite," He guy said proudly.
"And why's that?"
He grew embarrassed as his cheeks flushed, "Cause I actidently fell in a termite mound..."
"Shoulda named you Clutz for that." Price chuckled. He was about to ask but the next person beat him to it.
"Andy 'Magnet' Davids."
"And whys that?"
Magnet was about to say when Felspar said, "He took my freaking wallet a couple hours ago and claimed it was 'calling to him'." Air quotes around 'calling to him'.
"So a theif we have?" Price arched an eyebrow. "Let's hope you are as good at stealing intel as you are pocket picking." He came to the next.
"Greg 'Tech' Lowes."
"Let me guess, you're good with computers or something?"
"Well yeah."
"We'll just have to put that to the test," Price smiled deviously and came ot the next.
"Becky 'Feline' Jones."
"Why Feline?"
"Cause I'm flexible and can go through tight places."
"I'll have to see that for myself." Price moved the corners of his mouth back to a straight line as he went on.
"Vince 'Warlock' Lovejoy." Price's face grew this sorta deep in thought face then whipped it clean.
"And how about you?"
"Quin 'Arrowhead' Young."
"What? You a good aim?"
"Why else would I be here?"
"Right," He nodded and came to me. I now felt the peircing stare locking on me. "How about you?"
"Amy Sanderson." I said flatly now looking behind him so I wouldn't have to face his spearlike glare.
"What no nickname?"
I shook my head, "No, sir."
"Well you will soon, I can promise you that." I would consiter myself crazy, but I saw him smile.
Price returned to the other men and the man with the mohawk stepped forward. He was a little more light hearted then Price was. But I could sense some sort of pain covered behind the optimistic face he was using to mask his trueself. "Hello, everyone. It's good to see you can here in one peice. And I'm also glad to see no one drove Captain Price to the point to killing any of you." His accent. It was, well Scottish. "Now let's get to the point, I'm Captain MacTavish. I know you were expecting me tomorrow, but I'm gonna get this outta the way now." So Sergeant Macey lied? Or what? "Now there are some rules here, of course some of you already know." He glanced a Lefty, Papyrus, and Bikini. "But just follow them, and please, don't be stupid. I have my eye on you."
Captain MacTavish stepped back and the skull masked man took the floor, "Alright, now I'm usually in charge of you when it comes down to what you were doing earlier. The reason I wasn't was because I had buisness I needed to attent to. But usually it's me you'll be dealing with. Now just so you know, I'm Simon Riley, but peoploe around here call me Ghost. Now don't screw up around here so I don't have a reason to give you a proper punishment." He glanced at the three usual men, who once again sunk back to the wall. "We'll be evaluating your proformance to see if you'll be good for the coming up mission. Dismissed."
And we all were aloud to leave, I kinda wanted to know when I'd get a nickname. It was driving me crazy.

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Well now we meet the new recruits. We leearn them better as we go on.

OOOHHH a compition for the positions on the next mission. THis will be fun.

Amy Sanderson the brilliant character of Ladnir

Another thanks to Ladnir for the correction on the translation. I seriously screwed up..... But I ment ot say "Quick someone take me to a hospital before I die of laughter!" What I got was something completely different. But I fixed it now so there we go. DON'T TRUST GOOGLE TRANSLATE!!!!