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This is my first fanfic. EVER ! Pleeeeaaaase be gentle :)

It breaks my heart. But I do not own Modern Warfare 2. But I do own Taylor Trafford of course ;)

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My first mission with the SAS.

I'd only arrived three days ago. Where I met Gaz for some weapons training, then with the Captain and the others to run the course (In which I had the third best time!) Things around here worked a lot differently than the British Army. Here. We're on constant alert since we never know when somethings gonna come up. Big difference from assigned shifts. Nice base though. I actually have hot water in the showers and electricity in my bedroom, and being the only female in the team means I have a room all to myself. Our team leaders, Captain Price and Gaz were good men to. They knew the fine line between dicsipline and personal abuse. The line that my previous Commanders seemed to blur on a daily bases.

The names Trafford. Corporal Taylor Trafford.

I stand against the wall at the very back of the breifing room next to my fellow F.N.G Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish he looks almost as nervous as I feel. We're recieving the details of the mission. From what i've heard its a 'grab the intel and get the fuck out' kind of situiation.

I fiddle with the goggles im holding and watch as the men settle down to listen to Captain Price. He stood by the projector, a half disintigrated cigar hanging from the left of his mouth. Mac flicked the lights off and Price brought up a satelite picture of a large cargo freighter.

'' Bravo Team, the intel on this Op comes from our informant in Russia. The package is aboard a medium freighter. Estonian registration number 52775. There is a small crew and a security detail on board'' He explained after a few drags.

Needless to say. I was ever so slightly relieved to hear the words 'Small crew'. I studied the satelite image with a slight knot in my stomach. I'd only ever been in real combat once. The other times I was on the front lines I was setting up blocking positions and looking after the 'Spec op' soldiers and Marines. Or the 'Primma donna squads' as some American soldiers put it. How in hell did I get recommended for the bloody SAS? the thought itself makes me frown.

My train of thought is broken as Gaz loudly clears his throat. We turn our attention to him. he folds his arms and crosses his legs.

''Rules of engagement sir?'' He asked in his thick cockney accent. Price smirked in a way that made me cock an eyebrow.

''Crew expendable''

Soap and I are in the armoury. Grabbing our weapons of choice and making sure we had the correct gear. We didn't speak much, but we'd already had a certain connection. Being the only two F.N.G's in a squad of older and more battle hardened men meant that we had to look out for eachother from now on. I hadn't really got to know the others. They seemed to be oblivious to my existence (escept for Gaz. But he's nice to everyone) But Soap seems decent enough. For a Scott anyway.

I was down on one knee adjusting my knee pad when Soap asked:

''Have you ever been in combat before Taylor?''

I instantly stopped what I was doing. I looked up and met his icy blue gaze and nodded thoughtfully.

''Yeah'' I said quietly. Soap must of realised from the way I froze and tensed that he'd hit a raw nerve by asking because he frowned. I didn't like to think much about my first expierience in the field. ''I was nineteen'' I finished. Soaps eyebrows shot up and he couldn't seem to control the look of shock that domminated his hard features.

''Nineteen?'' He stammered. I nodded without looking him in the eye as I stood and grabbed my grenade belt and flashbangs. The silence that followed was nothing short of awkward. I began to scrape my hair into a low ponytail, just for something to do in the sudden awkwardness. I could practically feel his eyes boring into my side.

''What happened?'' He asked, the sudden noise made me jump and pull a few strands of hair out. Damn. This is one persistant bastard. He obviously didn't take the hint. I answered truthfully, and in a way that closed the discussion for good.

''It didn't exactly end well'' I said slowly, looking directly at him. The older man nodded and smiled kindly. From the look on his face he understood. The silence was less awkward now as I waited for him to finish getting dressed. I holstered my sidearm and grabbed my MP5 of the table. The heavy door to the armoury opened and we both snapped our heads up to see Gaz. Already wearing his gas mask.

''You're riding with me and Price. Come on!'' he said, his voice urgant. Without a word I pulled my mask over my nose, pulled my hood up and snapped my goggles into place. Everything took on a slightly red and purplish tinge as I followed Gaz with Soap close behind.

The helicopter had already begun spinning its rotors when I hauled my arse inside. I took a seat next to Soap and opposite Gaz. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. Showing my emotion fully on my face knowing that no one would be able to see it under the mask and goggles. I felt my heart race and chest heave, and a little bit faint.

'Stop it Taylor!' I mentaly berated myself. 'You've been trained for this now calm down!'

No one said a word the whole ride there. I risked a glance ahead, and felt my stomach contort into unnatural shapes as I spotted the freighter. The merciless waves knocked against the colossal craft with such a force it rocked almost violently. The torrential rain did nothing to ease my worries.

''Thirty seconds. Going dark'' The pilot announced on our radios. I leant forward on my knees and placed a hand on my chest where my late mothers Crucifix sat under all my gear. I'm not the religious type. But it was her favourite necklace and sometimes. A little faith can get you through most hardships.

I doubled over a little more to stop the nausea caused by the nerves. Listening to the almost hypnotic crash of the sea and taking deep breaths. I felt a firm hand on my shoudler and looked up to a masked Gaz. His head was tilted to the right, he nodded and gave my shoulder a squeeze. He was making sure I was alright. I nodded back and straightened up. I couldn't help but smile. My old Captain didn't give a shit if we were scared or worried. As long as the job was done and he got the recgonition. The pilots voice buzzed in our ears again:

''Ten seconds. Radio check. Go to secure channel.'' I clicked the saftey of my gun off. As I gazed at the rocking ship I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. I slowed my breathing and my leg began to bounce with exitement and apprehension. I hadn't felt a rush like this in a while.

''Lock and load'' I barley heard Captain Price's voice over the crash of the waves. Our chopper hovered over the main deck.

''Green light! Go! Go! Go!'' The pilot roared. Without thinking that I could fall to my death, I grabbed the wire and fast-roped onto the main deck. The landing jarred my legs slightly. The heavy rain nearly causing me to slip. I faced the outside bridge. A few crew members were inside. Typing on computers, talking, completley oblivious to us. I leveled my weapon. Picking my targets. One man behind a radar looked up and gasped. his face contorted into an expression of horror at our presence.

''Weapons free'' Price said quietly. We fired in short bursts. I instinctivly jumped back slightly as the glass shattered and sprayed me. I took out three with headshots and watched as Soap and Price finished the rest off. I reloaded the clip and aimed as I aproached the broken window and scanned the bridge for more enemies. Nothing. Sergeant Macdonald came up beside me.

''Bridge secure'' He yelled at the two of them. Price nodded and spoke into the open channel.

''Hold your fire! Gaz, stay in the bird until we secure the deck. Over.''

''Rodger that'' came the reply.

By now. All my fear was gone, the rush of holding a weapon again had completley taken over. I was in a whole new element. I regrouped with Price in time to see him break down the metal door to the bridge. I followed him inside. Nearly blinded by the sudden light. Not letting my eyes linger on the corpses. I push the guilty and morbid thoughts to the back of my head and force myself to focus on the mission at hand. This was my chance to prove myself.

''Squad on me!'' Price called. I followed and stopped behind him while he scouted the stairs. ''Stairs clear!'' he declared. I brought up the rear as The other three quickly descended the metal stairs. I heard a gruff, stuttering voice yell something in Russian. I caught up just in time to see Soap, or Price or MacDonald. It was pretty hard to tell. Kill the drunken Russian. I kept watch on the corner while the men dealt with the enemies in the sleeping quarters

''Crew quarters clear'' Price said. ''Move up!'' We briskly walked back outside. I could feel the heavy rain through my hood. I wiped at my goggles. Causing annoying streakes across it. I heard the pilot again:

''Forward deck is clear! Green light on Alpha! Go!''

After a few minuites I see three others re-group with us. One was wearing a helmet, that was Griffen. I saw him putting it on earlier. The other two were Gaz and Wallcroft. Again, I couldn't tell them apart. They probably recognized me instantly. I stood a good few inches shorter than everyone.

''Ready sir'' Gaz called. We moved up the ship. We came to the center deck which was full of wood and metal crates stacked high making convienient cover. I carefully descended the few steps. Only to slip on the last one. I let out a feeble yelp and braced for a fall. But a stong arm caught my tiny waist and steadied me. I quickly stood up straight as the mini heart attack stopped. I turned and looked up at my saviour. Of course, I couldn't see who it was.

''You alright Trafford?'' It was Captain Price. I nodded quickly.

''Yeah'' I breathed. ''Thank you sir'' He clapped my back and carried on forward.

''Fan out. Three metre spread.'' Price ordered as we came into view of a platform. Two soldiers wandered up and down. I knelt behind a crate.

''Got two on the platform.'' Gaz said behind me.

''I see 'em'' Price replied. ''Soap, Trafford you're closest'' I carefully aimed at one who stopped and leant over the railing. With a few shots he was down.

''Target neutralized'' I announced. The other guard fell almost instantly after.

''Tango down'' Soap said. His accent thicker through the radio.

We moved forward when we were sure the area was clear. I weaved my way through the disgarded tanks and tarpaulin covered boxes. Carefull not to succumb to my own clumsiness again. I nearly lost my footing more than once on the slippery deck. I nearly went down again but managed to grab onto a crate to stop from cracking my head open on the ground. I probably looked like a startled horse on a frozen lake.

I managed not to fall on my arse while we pressed forward. I glanced up at the second floor windows, and the pissed of Russians standing behind them aiming they're guns. My eyes widened. I ducked behind a crate with miliseconds to spare as bullets began whizzing above my head.

''We've got company'' I heard Gaz shout over the gunfire. I tried to get some shots in. but when I had managed to aim at someone, I had to crouch behind cover before I could fire.

''Hammer Two-Four, we've got tangos on the second floor!'' Price yelled into his earpiece. I yelped as a bullet pierced my hood, pulling it down. I crouched down further and shakily pulled my hood back up before my exposed head got to wet. Christ. That was close.

''Copy, engaging.'' The American pilot replied. The beat of the rotors became heavier, but that was soon drowned out by the deafening shriek of the miniguns bullets tearing through the metal. I cringed from the sound as I reloaded my weapon. Shard of glass sprayed everywhere as the windows exploded from the impact of the choppers assault. When the Russians were neautralized the roar of the guns stopped. But the high pitched ringing in my ears begged to differ.

''Bravo Six, Hammer's at bingo fuel. We're bugging out. Big Bird will be on station for evac in ten.''

''Copy, Hammer. Wallcroft, Griffen, cover our six. The rest of you, on me.'' Wallcroft and Griffen stood dutifully by the stairs weapons raised, as the rest of us made our way inside. I shivered for the first time at the cold. We stacked up by the doorway. Soap and I stood further back. I hung my head and fixed my gaze to the floor. My fingers found the large tear in my hood where the bullet hit. Shit, that could of been A LOT worse. A few inches more to the left and i'd be dead. I quickly shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts. The SAS is gonna be full of close encounters.

'' I like to keep this for close encounters.'' I looked up to see Gaz pulling out a W1200 shotgun. I frowned under my goggles.

''To right mate'' Macdonald laughed. Price opened the door and ushered Gaz and Macdonald in.

''Check your corners. Move!'' The sudden urgency in Price's voice unnerved me a little.

''Clear left!''

''Clear right!''

''Hallway clear move up!'' I followed Gaz, weapon raised and senses on full alert.

''Movement right'' Macdonald said suddenly. He shoved me back as bullets went flying. I got onto one knee and used my unfairly small stature to peek aroung the corner and neutralize the three men firing at us. I paused. Searching for enemy movement.

''Clear!'' I breathed.

''Good work Trafford. Move up!'' Price ordered. We headed down the hallway and stacked up by an already open door. We instantly began taking fire from the next room. I flinched and fought the urge to cover my ears. I saw Price cook and throw a Flashbang. ''Flashbang out. Go, go, go!'' Gaz and MacDonald had cleared the catwalk by the time Soap and I had forced our way through the door.

''Catwalk clear'' MacDonald said. ''I got our six move up'' We approached another empty hallway. I reloaded my MP5, but the distraction cost me as I tripped and nearly went over again. I quietly cursed as I steadied myself.

''You're a clumsy one aren't ya?'' Gaz said beside me. His arm outstretched halfway in case I face-planted the floor. He chuckled as I bowed my head and my whole demeanor turned sheepish. I said nothing, if my words are as bad as my balance then i'd only make it worse.

we continue down the corridor and stacked up by another door. Price Flashbanged the place and we moved in. We weaved through the metal crates. They made for good cover. As I approached the stairs to regroup with the others I heard someone scream in Russian behind me. I turned to see an enemy soldier running at me, butt of his rifle raised.

Before I was knocked out I managed to whip my pistol out and pump his stomach full of lead. I raised my eyebrows as I returned it to its holster. My balance might suck, but my reflexes were pretty damn good if I must say.

''I'm getting a strong reading sir. You might want to take a look at this'' Gaz announced as I grouped with them in front of one of the largest metal crates on board. I had to tip-toe since I was stuck at the back. He stepped forward and hauled the door open in a slow motion. The large device inside had an Arabic flag.

'' Hmm...'' Price muttered. ''Its in Arabic. Baseplate, this is Bravo Six. We found it. Ready to secure package for transport.'' I relaxed a little. But that didn't last long.

''No time, Bravo Six. Two bogies heading your way fast. Grab what you can and get the hell out of there!'' Baseplate replied urgently. My stomach flipped

''Fast movers. Probably MiGs. We'd better go.'' Gaz said. Did I just detect a hint of panic?

''Soap, grab the manifest in the container. Move!'' Price ordered. Soap shoved his way into the crate and grabbed a small clipboard. ''Wallcroft, Griffen, what's your status?''

'' All ready in the helicopter, Sir. Enemy aircraft inbound. Shit! They've opened fire! Get out of there now!'' Griffen's voice bordered on hysterical.

I spun on my heel and ran for the steps. But our escape was cut short when an explosion sent us all flying. I landed on my side in heap. I cried out in pain as my wrist twisted awkwardly beneath my gun. I was deafened from the blast and my limbs felt like lead. I peeled my eyes open to see Gaz writhing on his back. I clutched my injured wrist and grit my teeth as an intense heat rushed over me.

I couldn't hear a thing that was being said. But someone hauled me to my feet and spun me to face them. My blurred vision focused as my shoulders were shaken.

''Bravo Six! Come in! Bravo Six, what's your status?'' I ignored the Big Bird pilot.

''Come on Corporal!'' Gaz yelled, I allowed myself to be dragged until the feeling in my legs returned. Then I bolted on my own.

''Shit!'' I yelled when I came to my senses fully. ''What the hell happened?''

''The ship's sinking!'' Gaz answered. ''We've got to go now!''

''Bravo Six, come in damn it!'' Great. Now the pilot was losing it.

''Big Bird, this is Bravo Six we're on our way out!'' Price replied. Unnaturally calm under the circumstances. I pulled myself onto the catwalk after the others. Trying not to worry about the fact the I was starting to fall behind. I stumbled along after them when the pipes burst. Throwing the catwalk off-balance, and of course, sending me to the floor. I grunted in pain and frustration.

''Trafford!'' Soap yelled behind me. I painfully got back on my legs with a bit of help from Soap and ran as fast as they would carry me.

''Watch the pipes!'' Gaz screamed over the hiss. The freighter tilted so violently that we practically ran on the wall. I followed Price almost aimlessly.

''Which way?'' MacDonald yelled frantically ''Which way to the helicopter?''

''To the right! To the right!'' Price replied. Still unbelievably composed.

We reached the deck. Rain pouring heavier than ever we hauled ass across the deck. I spotted the Big Bird, it was taking of! I pushed my legs harder and threw myself at the ramp with everything I had. Wallcroft grabbed me by the collar to help me along. I stumbled and landed in a heap beside Gaz.

I looked around for Soap. I couldn't see him. I saw Price kneeling by the edge screaming ''Jump for it!'' My eyes widened and I tried to scream myself. Soap launched himself of the railing and barley made it to the ramp. He clung to it desperately. he began to lose his grip. But at the last possible second. Price grabbed his arm. He said something I couldn't hear as he hauled a trembling Soap aboard. He crawled in next to me and removed his mask. The others did the same. The rush of air that coursed through my hair and across my face felt fan-bloody-tastic.

I looked down to the freighter. It was already half sunk. I shuddered. Thinking about how close that escape was. We were all silent. Gaz finally spoke up.

''Well'' he said in a surprisingly breezy tone. He looked across me to Soap. ''That was a close one'' A nervous chuckle ran through the team. Soap merely nodded. Although a small smile wormed him way onto his features.

''So'' Price said after another prolonged silence. ''How do you lot think our F.N.G's did?''

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