Plan B

Ah, yes, the infamous self-insert fic, bane of good literature. Often spawned by immature writers who know no better.
An avid Call of Duty fan did just this when she was a 7th grader, and this is the frightening result.
Meet Scarab, a woman in the Task Force 141, falls in love with Soap and goes on this bizarre adventure as I retcon the plot and bastardize the campaign of a video game best known for it's sequel baiting and squealing little boys on multiplayer.
Or, if you'd rather read the childish summary:
"Warning, there is some bad lanuage like the f*ck. So if you don't want to read swears then don't bother. But we see what would happen with call of duty, when there are a few other chapters involved."
(This story is being published word for word, exactly how it looked when I first wrote it. Yes, you are going to see typos everywhere. Yes, I was 100% serious when I wrote this.)
(Originally written in 2010-2011)