|Mike Lima Kilo Delta
Author: 1-1 Marines PM
It's Martin Luther King Day! Starring SFC Truck! But his white friends seem to be unaware of that. Metal obviously and those FSO guys are alive, OORAH! Rated T because it involves D-boys!Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Friendship - Truck - Words: 1,159 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-14-12 - id: 7741392
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ME: Hello guys. Looks like here is my first shot at an MLK Day Fanfic. And also I wrote this late at night, so it might be bad. AU since Team Metal is alive and well into 2017. There MAY be more than one chapter if I get enough ideas. Credits to First NoBody for Metal being alive. Also, Agent Andrei Harkov, that FSO commander Leonid Pudovkin and Sergeant Anton Fedorov are alive as well! Yay FSO! This has some language. Try not to be offended by how I made Truck think and speak, I don't mean to be racist or stereotypical. I mean, I'm half-Asian, but I don't know the periodic table like the back of my hand. There will be some FrostxAlena and anti-old timerism on Trucks part. Now...
['Mike Lima Kilo Delta']
[January 16, 2017 - 06:00:10]
[Sergeant First Class 'Truck']
[Fort Bragg, North Carolina]
Sergeant First Class Truck of Delta Force Team Metal was very happy.
His team had saved the President of Russia, the old fart known as Boris Vorshevsky and his smoking-hot daughter that Frost, one of his homies, had an eye for, Alena. Because of this, nuclear holocaust was averted and World War III was now just another chapter in the history book of mankind. Russia was opening negotiations, saying they were planning on joining NATO. This was met with enthusiastic support. After all, two former enemies were sitting down at tables talking not how to kill each other, but to help each other. According to his boss, the blonde white Master Sergeant known as Sandman, the old Brit they helped out, Captain John Price, former SAS and Task Force 141, was now hunting down wanted terrorist Vladimir R. Makarov with his Russian buddy, Y-something. Because of his team's role in the rescue op, all three of his light-skinned brothers and himself were awarded the Medal of Honor. And Alena and her old dad were now staying at Fort Bragg to thank Metal. Grinch, the Southerner of Delta, had convinced Frost to make his moves. It was working out better than expected. So far a certain senior citizen had only threatened to kill the Sergeant seven times. Overlord had estimated he would have made one hundred in an hour, before following through on them.
But he wasn't happy at all because of any of that.
IT WAS MARTIN LUTHER KING DAY!
Now he needed to get his show on the road so people would sit down on their couches for hours and do nothing but glue their eyes to their TVs.
He cocked his Mk 46. It wasn't suppressed; it would make more than enough noise.
He walked into the room where his team, Alena, her fossil of a father and Anvil Team were staying. Time to wake them up!
He noticed three FSO agents. Probably tasked by Vorshevsky to try and kill Frost should he try to do anything, uh, interesting with Alena. You'd think the old fart would want grandkids by now!
He paused, observing the residents of the room with little interest. He then made his decision.
He fired every single bullet.
After that was done, every one in the room was up. The geezer that was the President of Russia was still in his suit that probably cost more than Truck's car. The FSO guys were still dressed. The Russians had probably fallen asleep after being at work for so long. Alena was wearing a nightgown. Covered up her upper torso and left more to a man's imagination than said man would like, but that man could still see her sexy legs. His fellow Delta operators were in t-shirts and boxers.
Oh, and they were all ticked off.
"Dagnabbit," Grinch said, grinchy as usual. "You just violated five different sections and each previously mentioned five sections respective subsections of the International Guy Code Truck."
"Relax Grinch," Truck said. "Trust me, you people need to get up for this."
"I need to sleep!" Alena complained. He started to have second thoughts about getting Sandman to approve Grinch encouraging Frost to date the twenty-four year old. She was a whiny civilian at times. "We all need to sleep!"
"My baby is right!" Her father agreed, prompting some degree of laughter from Truck and the others that was silenced five seconds later by the combined glares of Frost, the elderly President and his 'baby'. "Why did you wake us up soldier?"
"I've got really good news!" Truck exclaimed.
"Better be worth it Truck," Frost said, his ice blue eyes seemingly making him out to be emotionless while his right hand held Alena tight, the tightness of a lover. It would be a matter of weeks before he got down on his knee. He used his left to stroke Alena's brown hair.
"It's worth it," Truck said. He couldn't believe they didn't know what today was!
"They opened up a KFC nearby?" Sandman asked.
(NOT trying to be racist; just couldn't get a better burn)
"OH!" Everyone else but a old timer said. "He just burned you!"
(Couldn't go without having an immature moment)
"Alena!" Vorshevsky said. "Why must you participate in such childish mocking?"
"Because sir," Grizzly, a Captain and the CO of Anvil Team, "he was burned." The man paused before saying, "AT BIRTH!"
Even the officers were making Martin Luther King Day turn into Be Racist To Black People Day!
"You really turned up the heat boss!" Thumper, Anvil's medic said.
"It does seem to be hotter now," Worm said.
"At least we now are once again reminded we are not in Russia," the FSO commander said.
"In Soviet Russia," another agent, Harkov maybe, said. "heat turns up you."
Everyone but Truck and a oldie laughed at that.
"It is true comrades!" the third FSO guy said. "It does seem to be warmer than earlier."
"I know why," Frost said. "It's because of my beautiful girlfriend." With that he turned to Alena and kissed her on the lips.
That attracted some cheers from everyone, with Truck and his elderly companion-oh God, he was calling him a companion!-being the only ones to abstain.
"When will things go my way?" Truck thought.
Little did our hero know, things would get even worse for him...
Alright, it looks like I got my first MLK fanfic done. OORAH! Sorry to those of you who thought I portrayed the cast as racist or out of character. I AM NOT A RACIST! Racism benefits no one. Bash real criminals, not people who don't look like you. If you thought I was 'Pulling a Naruto' (making this too perverted to be T), I'm sorry ladies! And guys! I may continue this, OORAH! Review and PM peoples. 1-1 Marines, over and out!