[ON HOLD] War without Honor | A Call of Duty Modern Warfare Fanfiction

Prologue-F.N.G

[Day 0, 2011 - 06:30:12]

{SAS Training Compound,Credenhill, Herefordshire, West Midlands, England, United Kingdom}

John 'Soap' Mactavish stepped outside after his first time shooting his rifle. He looks around the base, and it being his first day he didn't exactly recognize the base. He sees soldiers left and right, some training, some working on their trucks, helicopters taking test runs.What a routine day would be. The only person he recognized is Lt. Gaz, who he just took a shooting lesson with. Mactavish was instructed to report to Captain Price; he didn't know who that was, but he knew it was time to meet the captain. Many thoughts ran through his head, if he could make it far, if he would survive this war, if the officials would like him. But his main worry was to get through his first days.

He made it to the third building, scanning over the abundant blue metal. He waited for the door to open, which it did. The first things he identifies are two men and one woman.One man in the middle with facial hair and a gas mask on his head, who Soap assumes is Captain Price. The second man to his left with the gas mask over his face. His attention shifted to the young woman standing next to the right. He initially notes her dark brown hair gathered into a ponytail, the woman stood there with her arms crossed, next to Captain Price. He noticed both of their uniforms had the name 'Price' on them.

"Go easy on him; it's his first day in the regiment" The woman spoke to who Soap thinks is the Captain, she seemed young, not much older than himself.

"Right...what the hell kind of name is "Soap", eh? How'd a muppet like you pass selection?" 

Soap didn't show a reaction, remaining at ease. He notices a British accent in both the man and young woman.

"Soap, It's your turn for the CAB test, everyone else head to observation," Captain Price turns to Soap, "For this test, you'll have to run the cargo ship solo in less then 60 seconds"

Soap nods, staying silent as Price spoke, "Lt. Price holds the current squadron record at 16 seconds" Price notions to the woman next to him, who turns her head to look at Soap again. 

She raises an Eyebrow at Soap, her piercing blue eyes examine him for a moment, "Good Luck."

They both watch as Soap ran to the finish line "19.32 Seconds" Lt. Price announced to the Scottish man, her tone firm and modulated.

Soap approaches the two, "When will my first Mission be?" 

Price looks up from Mactavish's paperwork, "Tomorrow, 05:00, until then take some time to meet other officials and learn your way around the base, you are dismissed"

Soap salutes, then leaves the building, going back to the shooting range to practice his shooting more.

Natalie Price smiles seeing Gaz step into the building, she wore a necklace, a silver chain with a small knife pendant, Gaz gave it to her on her 18th birthday. 

"Hey Nat," Gaz finally says, pulling up a chair and sitting next to Natalie. Gaz sips his beer, offering Natalie a bottle. 

Nat looks over at Price.

"Dad can I have a beer?" She asks, smiling softly.

"Don't get drunk, one bottle is more than enough for you, young lady," Price says, patting her shoulder. Gaz hands her the bottle, and Natalie gives a nod; a silent thanks. She opens the bottle and sips the beer.

"How was the FNG?" Gaz looks to Natalie.

She sips her beer before responding "He nearly beat my record by 3 seconds."

"The FNG almost beat Natalie Price's record?" A smirk evident as he looks at her.

Price glances over to Natalie "Looks like you'll have to step up your game."

Natalie laughs, a smile on her face.

At lunch Soap sat at one of the tables with some soldiers who he recently met. He looks over seeing the three sit at a table near theirs, in their own conversation. He looks at Natalie, who faces Price as she eats, seeming to be laughing at a joke.

"You seem to be fond of the lieutenant, Eh?" A sergeant jokes, raising an eyebrow.

Another sergeant jokes, "I'd be careful with fucking around with Captain Price's daughter."

Soap looks at the Sergeants, surprised, "She's Price's Daughter?"

They nodded, "He's very protective of her."

Natalie glances at Soap, then back to her food. She blushes when Gaz's hand rests on her knee under the table. Price wasn't paying attention to that, his mind occupied with thoughts about the mission tomorrow.

"Lieutenant Price?" Soap approaches the young woman.

"Yes, Mactavish?" Natalie looks up at Soap, clearing her throat. She stood up, her being 5'3, she had to look up at him.

"What will we be doing on the mission?"

"It's a simple 'secure the package' mission, anything else you have questions about?" She looks at him.

"Thank you, and no, Lieutenant Price." He nods and slowly walks away.

As the sky gets darker, everyone heads to sleep, all nervous for tomorrow's mission.