This story will NOT follow the MW2 campaign because I haven't finished the campaign yet and with work I don't have all that much time to play, and I don't wanna rush though it to get chapters out. I have my own story and events planed out to really involve the reader and I'm trying make her a character to be loved by readers.
Plus it's a new experience and who doesn't love adventure
(Edit: okay so I fucking despise this whole start of this book, bro I had a writing block halfway through and it made the out come trash oh we'll see youz in chapter 2)
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The loud cafe wasn't busy but the busking noise of people chatting away came as a problem for Kate Laswell and John Price to hold a private meeting. But alas it was the only place they could meet covertly. "Who's your crew?" Laswell whispered across the table where Price was sat holding files.
"Sargent Garrick" Price said holding the first file.
"Kyle?" Laswell asked.
"They call him Gaz. He never said anything." He said placing the file on the table as Laswell sighed. "John MacTavish. SAS. Sniper- demolitions. Goes by Soap."
"Why?" Kate asked.
"That's classified." Price said back placing another file on top of Gaz's one. He started laughing "there he is! Simon Riley" he placed the file on the table with a blank photo.
"There's no picture" Laswell said.
"Never." Price said quickly. "And finally SAS Takedown and capture specialist Swift"
"Y/n L/n. Says you're her old mentor" Kate asked.
"Only for a while" he smiled "now the rest, that's need to know. Unless we've got a deal."
"What are you calling this task force?" Laswell asked.
"1-4-1" price said leaning forward staring into Kate's eyes with immense intimidation.
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The task force was stationed somewhere in the middle of butfuck nowhere in one of Mexico's home bases. The team was standing around a briefing table staring intensely at each other. Well staring intensely at the half masked women swinging her Karambit knife around in her fingers.
"Sorry to interrupt the chat" Price said entering obviously being sarcastic. "But everyone knows why they are here" Price was cut of by Soap saying.
"So who's she?" (Y/n) noticed his thick Scottish accent and that they where staring at her.
"This is Swift, SAS takedown and capture specialist" Price said "any questions"
"Why Swift?" Soap asked again obviously not taking Price's hint about shutting up.
She pulled down her mask to talk "My old squad gave me the name because while they got caught sneaking out after light out, I could 'Swiftly' get away some how" she said smirking.
"Takedown is your thing?" Gaz said. "I'll have to spar you sometime I could use some tips"
"sure I like a challenge" (Y/n) looked around the room until her eyes landed on a masked figure; tall, dark and unsettling.
"You got nothing to say big guy?" She asked. He grumbled a response by grunting. "Ah okay not much of a talker" she laughed.
"I have no interest in asking questions" Ghost mumbled looking deep into her eyes. she took note of the thick Manchester accent coming muffled through the balaclava.
"Ah he speaks" she smirked
"Where you from?" Soap asked.
"London. Born, not raised" she said back and continued to swing her knife. "Price you're looking handsome as ever you getting better with age?"
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