4th of February 2012, the first day that things started to change.
So much had happened in the last few months. Russia broke into an all out civil war within itself fairly recently. It had been having issues within itself for years, so I think a civil war was inevitable. Terrorists had been causing issues within the country and within mainland Europe for as well. Kempson and the other captain, who I learned is named Price, had us running all over Europe to dissolve hostage situations and solve all sorts of other problems.
We learned that this guy named Vladimir Makarov, was causing every single problem that we've faced. Rumor has it that he's working with someone that's causing issues within the Middle East. Bravo had gone out, facing most of it head on. We've been backing them up with information, fighting where we can but Kempson said we were more defensive than offensive.
Our jobs have been quelling those hostage situations and helping secure areas while others defuse bombs. Captain Price and his men, on the other hand, have been trying to fight Makarov head on. They've even invited American soldiers to our little base for some reason, though I can't fully remember why.
Ghost had been trying to get information, though said he was caught by one of Price's men. He said he swears that he didn't even see the guy, though was called out and sent back to our side of the base with no new information. It really frustrated him, though he's determined to find out what all happened to Bravo.
It was when helios rolled up, that's when we all got concerned. We weren't scheduled for much of anything besides standard PT or weapons cleaning. Everyone from our squadron had gone out to see what the commotion was about. Ghost must of heard about it before any of us because when I went out, there were already whispers of an American on base.
"You see 'em yet Roach?" Reuben asks.
"The American? No. Hadn't seen much of anything, you blokes are in my way." I respond, trying to look over everyone though it doesn't help.
"Come on, Eden and I might be able to help you."
He pushes forward though some of the other men, nearly dragging me along behind him. Reuben then stops at the front of the crowd. "There." He states, nodding towards the helio with American soldiers standing beside it.
"Must be serious..." A soldier behind us says. The group seems to collectively nod.
"Bet Kempson will kill us if he finds us staring." I state, pushing my way out of the group. "Get back to what ya were doin'!" I call out to the other men. They look at me then back to the helio before dispersing. I know I don't have that much authority, though I think they all knew Kempson wouldn't like us standing around like this.
"Who died and made you lieutenant?" Ghost laughs a bit as he comes up behind me.
"Well no one but you know how Kempson will get."
"Yeah true... but you wanna know something better?"
"Hm?"
"We might be transferring."
"Really? You believe that?"
"You doubt my intel? You know it's usually good."
"No doubt, just feel like it's unlikely." The two of us walk into the base, now talking about what could happen.
Kempson spots us and calls us into his office. We follow him, sitting down in two chairs before a man I've never seen before. Ghost shoots me a glance which confirms to me that he's smiling under that mask.
"Gentlemen," the man starts. He's an older gentleman with an American flag on each of his arms. He has three stars Velcro'ed to where his buttons his shirt, a US Army tag on one chest and the last name "Shepherd" Velcro'ed to the other. A black beret with a shield patch and those same three stars lie on top of his greying hair. "As you two may of heard, an American general is gathering together a task force of sorts."
"Let me guess," Ghost interrupts, what I assume will become a speech from Shepherd, "you're the American general in search of the best of the best. The two of us just so happen to fit your description as well as the guy from Bravo?"
Shepherd's expression shifts to show a hint of intrigue instead of surprise like I'd of expected. "You must be Sergeant Riley, or Ghost. A name that I can only imagine means a lot to you." His face shifts to me, "That'd make you Corporal Sanderson or Roach, yes?"
"Yes sir."
"So, as the Sergeants already put together, you two have been picked to join my task force."
"I had put in the recommendation," Kempson speaks up. "You two are my best."
"Rank doesn't reflect that." Ghost mutters to me. "So," he says louder so Shepherd can hear. "Where do I sign, when do I start, and what's all in it for me."
"No signature necessary. You two are already in an elite service, this won't be that much different. You two start in a few hours, so long as your bags are packed. I'll be moving you two out of country for a short time." Shepherd pauses then stands. "As for what you two receive, besides a pay raise, is a better rank. Riley, you'll be the Lieutenant on our team. Sanderson, a sergeant. You two will report to Captain MacTavish in the hanger and be prepared for a long flight to the states."
"Yes sir." We say in tandem.
With that, Shepherd dismisses us. I can almost feel the grin on Ghosts face. It's what he's been waiting for, what the both of us have been waiting for. Shepherd gave me a weird vibe at first but I think this could be the start of something amazing. We quickly pack our bags then head out to the hangar, saying bye to some of the men we know. They tell us good luck as we pass.
"You must be MacTavish," Ghost states as we approach a man with a mohawk and a bag on his back.
"Aye, I am. Riley and Sanderson, right?" The man replies.
"Sir, you'll refer to me as Ghost from now on." Ghost corrects. "This here's Roach."
"The hell kinda name is Roach?"
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Roach
Fanfiction"I promise I'll come back in once piece." After the death of his father, Gary "Roach" Sanderson thought that he should join the military just like his dad. He never really gave it much thought and as a seven year old, it never meant much to him. As...
