A/N: Hello everyone! ^.^
First off, I just wanted to say that this is my first time posting one here on Fanfiction so reviews/constructive criticism would be appreciated. This story will be Ghost x OC with light Soap x Roach in later chapters. So if you don't like, don't read. (:
I guess that's it for now. So, by all means, please enjoy. C:
Actual summary: Natalie was the only girl transferred to the 141. Ghost hates her for no apparent reason. What happens when Ghost emotionally abuses her to the point where she finally snaps? What happens when General Shepherd betrays them and Makarov appears? When Ghost falls for Natalie and she falls for him, it seems life doesn't want them together when she's forced to do something that might cost her her life and to be hated by the people she loves.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Call of Duty or the characters except Natalie.
Warning: This story might/will contain romance, humor, angst, hurt/comfort, sexual content, strong language, light yaoi (boy x boy),blood, gore, and mentions of rape.
You have been warned.
OoO- Same time, just switching POV.
XxX-Later on that day or time has passed by.
·Hate Isn't Far From Love·
Chapter 1: The best of the best
Proud is how I was of myself when I was told I would be joining Task Force 141.
Disbelieve is what I felt when I realized no other girl was going to be transferred.
Nervous is how I'm feeling when all the men stare at me as I head to the last seat at the back of the bus.
I let out a sigh as I rested my head back on the seat utterly exhausted. Sleep was hard to get nowadays; getting three hours of sleep a day can make you quite moody. My eyes drifted shut trying to get as much rest as I could before we arrived at our new base.
"Man this is going to be awesome!" Meat nearly yelled in excitement. I almost let out a groan. Oh Meat, shut up.
"Chill bro, I want to hear you say that when you meet his second in command." Worm laughed.
"Why? What's with him?"
"I heard he's a total asshole, but also the Captain's favorite so it's better not to get on his bad side even though it's nearly impossible to get on his good side at all." He smirked.
"Woah bro, you think the Captain and the Lieutenant have a...you know...thing for each other?" Oh gosh, Meat. Why? I swear I'm trying really hard to control my temper.
"Can you two shut up?" I hissed in annoyance. They both turned to look at me.
"Why are you in such a good mood?" Meat asked sarcastically, trying his best not to laugh.
"Why are you two gossiping like old ladies?"
"Pfft, ladies? We're one hundred percent men." Worm said as both him and Meat flexed their muscles.
"...Hardly." I muttered and closed my eyes again. They didn't seem to hear or they simply ignored me as they went back to talking about a different subject. Though I did hear the same thing, that the Lieutenant was a piece of work. But then again, what superior isn't?
"Why the temper, Tricks?" I heard Scarecrow ask. I turned to look at him.
"I'm sorry, I just haven't slept very well in days plus the whole joining the 141 has gotten me a bit nervous I suppose." I smiled sheepishly. He nodded once.
"Same here, but look at the bright side, we're joining the best of the best." He smiled.
"Heh, I know..."
"Natalie...c'mon, Tricks, wake up." I slowly woke up, blinking the sleep away.
"Whaa...?" Scarecrow laughed.
"We're here, let's go." It took me a second to realize what he was talking about.
"O-oh, sorry." I instantly sat up straight. I stood up and quickly stretched, I bent down to pick up my bag only to find out I couldn't. I turned around to see Scarecrow get off the bus leaving me the only one on it; I pulled on the bag even harder only to notice the zipper had caught on something.
"Attention! I want everyone in a straight line before the Captain arrives!" A strong British accent yelled.
"Shit, c'mon!" I whispered and pulled the strap harder.
"Why the bloody hell is there only six in line?!" He said again. I whimpered and pulled one last time before stumbling back, at least the bag came free. I quickly got up and stumbled down the bus.
"Here I am, Sir," I rushed out. Everyone turned to look at me, my face instantly heated up. "Sorry I'm late, Sir, I had a little problem with my...bag?" It came out as a question but I couldn't help it, the man in front of me was wearing his battle gear with a skull-patterned balaclava along with headphones with a mic. Chuckling was heard from the men in line, I don't blame them though, I probably did look stupid at the moment. Everything went silent for what seemed like forever.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Anger was clear in his words. I wave of emotions ran through me-shock, hurt, fear but most of all confusion.
"I was sent here, like the rest of the men, Sir."
"But why?" He hissed. I opened my mouth to reply when suddenly,
"What seems to be the problem, Ghost?" A Scottish accent rang throughout the awkward silence.
A man with a well-built body, short mohawk, piercing blue eyes with a fading scar down his left eye came out of what seemed out of nowhere with a clipboard in his hands. The man in front of me, Ghost I assume, turned sharply at said man.
"The S.A.S has made a mistake, Sir. They sent us a woman." The man raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side to look at me.
"There has been no mistake, Ghost. Now please get her in line so I can go with the announcements."
"Yes...Sir." He forced out. He turned back at me, his balaclava covered face inches away from mine.
"Fall in, soldier. Now." He growled. I blinked once.
"Y-Yes, Sir." I hurriedly got in line with the rest. I looked up to see a soldier with messy chocolate-brown hair jog up next to the one I suppose is the Captain.
"Sorry to be late, Sir." He panted heavily.
"Don't worry lad, just don't let it happen again." The soldier nodded.
"Yes, Sir." I caught a glimpse of something in their eyes but I just can't quite put my finger on it...
"Welcome to the 141! Now listen up, I will be your commanding officer from now on. You may call me Soap or MacTavish, either way it doesn't matter."
"And I will be your Lieutenant, your superior. The name is Ghost but you will address me as 'Sir' only. I will be in charge of your training for the next few weeks but, I would like to point something out," he was slowly walking in front of us with his hands behind his back. "When training is over, all of you will run the pit while the General watches," he stopped in front of me, again, face inches away from mine. "So you better not disappoint." He said menacingly and stepped back next to the Captain. Soap nodded once.
"Aye, so be ready. I have already seen every single one of your files so, I already know all of you by name. Roach here," he gestured to the soldier with the brown hair. "Will show you 'round base, where you'll be sleeping, the rec room and all that good stuff. Ghost and I will leave shortly on a mission; therefore we will begin with training tomorrow bright and early. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Sir!" We all yelled in unison, my girly voice clearly out-of-place. So these are the two everyone talks about...and fears. I can see why now, the Captain doesn't seem as frightening. At least not as much as the Lieutenant. Static was heard before a voice came in through the radio.
"Soap-Ghost, do you copy?"
"Roger. Come in." Ghost replied with two fingers on his earphone covered ear.
"The chopper is getting ready to leave, are you ready?"
"Aye, we're on our way. Bravo six, out." Soap finished. I felt as if someone was staring at me, I turned my head to see Ghost looking in my direction with his arms crossed over his chest. A shiver went up my spine and I quickly looked ahead of me again, trying to stop my face from heating up.
"Ghost, we'll be leaving now. They're all yours Roach." Soap said as he handed Roach his clipboard and gave him a pat in the back. Ghost unfolded his arms and slowly turned back to walk with the Captain. I exhaled loudly, not realizing I've been holding my breath this whole time.
"Really, MacTavish? A woman?" Ghost half yelled over the sound of the helicopters blades.
"What's the problem? It's nothing out of this world."
"But out of all the people you can bring into this base, you bring a woman?" I looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
"Since when did you turn out to be a sexist?" He groaned.
"I'm not. I just don't think she'll fit in. No woman has stepped foot on this base."
"There's a first for everything, mate."
"So now you know the base guys, your rooms are up ahead on that hallway. Get settled and relax because tomorrows going to be a long day!" Roach called out. Some groaned but continued to walk down the hall. I sighed and began to walk, men staring at me as I passed. It's understandable for them to stare since I'm the only girl on this base but do they have to make it so damn obvious?
"Hey, wait up!" I stopped and turned to see Roach jogging towards me.
"Yeah?" I asked curiously.
"I didn't get a chance to introduce myself, I'm Roach." He grinned as he shook my hand.
"It's nice to meet you Roach, I'm Tricks."
"Well then my lady, allow me to escort you to your room." He gestured towards the hallway in a fancy way. I laughed as he looked up at me with a huge grin and winked.
"Thank you." I chuckled and shook my head. We walked down the hallway in silence, trying to remember the routes around the base. Watching as the men passed by and looked at me as if they've never seen a girl before.
"What's your last name?" Roach asked.
"Mendoza Natalie, huh?" He asked as he looked down at the clipboard. "Your room is right here, it looks like you'll be sharing it with-"
"Ramirez?" I asked as I stood in the doorway.
"Hey..." Ramirez awkwardly greeted me.
"Him." Roach finished.
"Looks like we're going to be roommates." Ramirez scratched the back of his head. I frowned at the ground, I can't share the room with a guy. I mean I understand the whole 'no special treatment' thing because I'm a girl but back in the S.A.S there was other women who served as well, I shared a room with a girl, not a guy. As far as I know, I'm the only girl on this base.
"Hey Roach, is there any way I can get a room...for my own? No offence Ramirez." I quickly added the last part.
"None taken." Ramirez shrugged.
"I don't know what to tell you, the Captain is the one who assigns the rooms. You'd have to ask him." Roach shrugged, I nodded once.
"When will they be back?"
"Maybe after dinner?"
"I guess I'll have to wait." I placed my bag on the bed.
"Guess so. Well I'll come get you later to get something to eat, I have to get stuff done before they come back." He grinned. I took a seat on the bed and nodded.
"Sure thing, go do what you got to do."
It's around 11:30 at night and I'm sitting in the rec room looking down at my bottle of water wearing a black tank top and black sweatpants. There are two other guys eating two tables away from me and three other guys sitting on the worn out couch watching TV, turning to look at me once in a while (which was seriously starting to get annoying). I was so incredibly tired but I couldn't fall asleep thanks to Ramirez's snoring.
It took me a second to realize someone had called me. I look up to see Soap and Ghost walking towards me with their battle gears still on covered in mud, blood, and sweat. Fear washed over me at the sight of Ghost. I was obvious that it was Soap that called me; he was the only one with that cool Scottish accent.
"Yes, Sir?" Ghost walked passed me to probably get some food, Soap took a seat in front of me instead.
"Just call me Soap, I'm not like Ghost. How are you holding up, mate?" I noticed that the two guys sitting behind Soap were looking my way again and talking among themselves. Soap noticed I wasn't looking at him and followed my gaze, turning around to look at the guys.
"Mind your own business, would you?" He gave them a light glare.
"Yes, Sir." They both said and turned around. Soap looked back at me, waiting for me to answer.
"Well, apart from being stared at all day, I've been doing pretty good. Roach showed me around base and we ate lunch together." His brows furrowed in the slightest.
"Yeah, him," he looked off to the side as if thinking about something." Is something wrong, Soap?" He looked at me for a second before shaking his head.
"No, it's just that Roach isn't much of a talker, he doesn't really socialize with the rest of the soldiers. It surprises me is all." I gave a nod. I did notice that today in lunch, he wouldn't really talk. Just nod and give a small smile when I would say something. Which is strange considering he seemed so outgoing when he introduced himself. Ghost appeared again, sitting next to Soap. I guess he didn't like what they served today since he came back empty-handed. I automatically got uncomfortable.
"The hell? What are you still doing up, FNG?" Ghost asked in a mocking tone. Really? FNG?
"I couldn't sleep, Sir."
"Pity." He said bluntly. Gee, is he always this nice? He stood up and left again. Soap shook his head in disbelieve, probably to Ghost's comment.
"Aren't you tired?" Soap asked.
"I am, it's just that Ramirez's snoring wouldn't let me sleep." I gave him a sheepish smile.
"Bollocks! I'm sorry about that, mate. I was just thinking about that on our way back here, I should have given you your own room. If you want you can stay in my room tonight and I'll assign you a room tomorrow." He smiled apologetically. I can feel my cheeks heat up. I don't even want to think of the stuff the guys will say if they find out I slept in the Captain's room.
"With all due respect, Sir, I don't think it's a good idea."
"I forgot to mention that I'll stay in Ghost's room for tonight." He smirked.
"What about my room?" Ghost once again appeared. The sound of his deep voice causing me to tense up. Again.
"I'll be staying in your room for tonight, mate."
"Because Tricks here will be staying in my room for tonight since she can't share a room with another guy." Ghost turned to look at me and turned back to walk away, muttering something under his breath as he left.
"Gather your sheets, mate! You're sleeping on the floor!" Soap yelled over his shoulder, causing the men to turn to look at us.
"The bloody hell are you muppets looking at? Turn back around before I make all of you drop and do a hundred!" Ghost yelled, the men instantly turned back around, Soap chuckled.
"With all due respect, Sir, but is he always in such a good mood?" I asked as I watched Ghost exit the rec center. Soap smiled.
"Yeah, but just don't provoke him and stay out of his way and you'll be fine." He assured me. I bit my lip and couldn't help but worry. His smile turned into a frown. "Let's get going, it looks like your about to pass out any second." I nodded once and stood up, following him out the rec center. We walked down the hallway to his room where he unlocked the door for me and turned on the light.
"Here 'ya go, now get some sleep. Looks like you seriously need it."
"No problem at all. I trust you not to touch anything though."
"You have my word that I won't." He eyed me carefully before nodding once.
"Good night, mate."
"Night, Soap." He then quietly closed the door and heard him walk off. I sat on the bed and looked around. Drawers here and there, a large treasure box in the corner that was clearly under lock, a laptop on top of that with manila folders to the side and a small mirror hanging on the wall. All in all, the room was nice and neat. I got up and turned the light off, I pulled the pins off my hair to let it flow freely down my back, running a hand through my pitch black hair to straighten it out a bit. I stopped my movements as I got a glimpse of myself on the mirror, the small window letting the moonlight illuminate the room, causing me to look much more pale and my hazel eyes to stand out. Frowning at the dark circles under my eyes that made me look...well...dead. I shook my head a little and crawled back on the bed, pulling the sheets over me. I inhaled the strong musky scent the pillow and the sheets let off; the Captain had a nice scent. My lips curved up into a small smile and I almost instantly fell asleep.
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