A/N: okay so I have only seen the movie and never played the game so don't go to hard on me. I also have two other stories going right now so it might be a while between updates….anyway hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Yes, I own Doom, that is why I am writing on Fanfic, come on people.
Chapter 1
"Touch me again and you won't have a hand any more!" Sarge looked up over the cafeteria. Reaper or John Grimm was sitting across from him. Reaper didn't look up from their latest progress report.
A girl with long black hair was standing in front of Portman. What was strange was Portman was on his knees then Sarge realized the girl had crushed the glass Portman was holding in his hand and he was wincing in pain.
She knelt down till she was eye level with him, "Do you understand me?" She squeezed her hand tighter over Portman's, he winced and nodded, "That's good." She got up and walked out the hall.
When she walked by Sarge's table she held his gaze with an intensity that was dripping with an urge to prove herself. She wasn't scared of the knarled older male soldiers. She would have fought them all.
"Did you see that?" Sarge asked looking back at Reaper. He looked up.
"See what?"
"Bitch," Portman snarled sitting beside Sarge.
"What happened?" Reaper demanded staring at Portman's shredded hand.
"Forget that, Portman go to the medic, Reaper, you come with me." Sarge got up and stormed out of the cafeteria.
"Victoria Tanner?" The girl looked up at Sarge. She had big brown eyes that were cold…emotionless.
"Yes?" She didn't get up from her seat in the waiting room to the RRTS barracks. Sarge had had their clerk page her.
Victoria Tanner was twenty one years old. She had black hair that went to the low of her back, it was in a ponytail. She was 5' 10" and looked like she had some harsh cards dealt her way but handled it well.
Her military history wasn't anything impressive. Actually for most Sergeants it was one of many red flags that told Sarge in his gut to get rid of her.
She refused to cut her hair. She had been passed around to almost every battalion in the military and didn't like discipline or order. But damn she could shoot.
One of the few snipers still in the military most Sergeants would have given her up since most thought snipers were superfluous in now a days military. But Sarge was ordered to assemble a squad of the best of the best and this girl was the best, she could shot the wings of a fly.
She stood up and surveyed both Sarge and Reaper who was standing behind Sarge with his arms crossed. Reaper was usually included in hiring since he was the second on the team after Sarge.
"You have a shitty record but I am willing to forget that small detail if you can do what it says you can do." Sarge barked at her. Not only did she not flinch but she didn't even blink. "You think you wanna be part of the RRTS?"
"I dunno you got a challenge for me?"
A/N: So there you have it, the first chapter, okay if I have RRTS mixed up please tell me, anything else tell me, I am new at this and hope you liked it! More is coming.