DON'T FUCK WITH A MARINE

Heh... I had enough of the games. The stupidity of life. I was done with it all, but instead of killing myself like a little beta male, I opted instead to go join the USMC. Had played some Modern Warfare 2 and 3 in the past, so I knew what I was doing. I was ready to turn it around and become a badass. I was ready to kick life and its reality in the ass and make it fear me.

The days come around, and it's my first day in boot. On that particular day I was more angry and done than I had ever been. I was a ticking bomb, but the constant DI's screaming in my face didn't faze me. It wasn't until one got physical, spitting and pressing his face right up against mine before I lost it. I went berserk on him, brought him to the ground and kicked his ass until he was begging for me to stop. The other DI's came to stop me, but I kicked all of their asses too. It wasn't until I had destroyed over ten dudes before my rage had subsided and I let them take me. It was at that moment the higher ups knew I wasn't some ordinary guy - I was something special.

I became a part of a Special Ops Task Force after that little incident. Was grouped up with some other guys like me - all of them done with life and the curse of reality that came with it. We trained and trained until one day it came time for our first mission. It was all classified - we didn't know shit other than what we were supposed to do - but none of us really gave a damn. We were all bursting at the seams to get out there and kick some ass.

Next day, we were out in an appache headed towards our destination. It was nighttime, with no moon visible in the sky. It was dark as fuck. Me and my buddies rappled down in a remote forest a couple miles away from our target. We were all geared up to the brim, and I was set with my combat attire of choice: A suppressed P90 Sub-machine gun hung by a strap, a suppressed Five Seven pistol as a sidearm held in place by my leg holster, and a Desert Eagle handcannon in a shoulder holster behind my vest for show and tell purposes. I looked on towards the three others that had come with me that night. They nodded, and we set off into the dark.

We would soon come to find that this was no ordinary mission. We scouted out our target - a remote building that looked like it had been abandoned. With the dead of night on our side, we made our advances, sneaking around the perimeter and then making our way inside through the broken windows. We cleared each and every room of the first floor without finding a trace of life. The only thing left was a set of stairs leading underground, and after some hand signs, I was the first to stealth down the steps. My machine gun was raised as I speedily yet efficiently made my way forward down a long, concrete hallway. The only light sources were light-bulbs that lined the ceiling, with one every several feet or so. Me and the group stepped forward with determination until we finally came to the end of the hall, where we saw what appeared to be some flashing lights in a room located right in-front of us. We couldn't see what the source was, but before we could get a closer look, the sudden shouting of an unknown person rang out from inside the room.

"Ke xam nhap? Canh bao canh bao!"

Our cover was blown and gunfire followed right afterwards. I had immediately went prone the instant I heard the voice, where I heard bullets whizzing from above my head. The mong in-front of me was emptying his AK47 down the hall, but before he could get a chance to empty his clip, I burst fired and took him down with silent shots. Other tangos ran forward in-front of me as well, but I mowed them all down - the exclusive high-capacity magazine of my P90 serving me well. After taking down several enemies, there was an abrupt silence in the madness, to which I turned my head back to communicate with my group. Only thing was, though, was that they were all dead. I had ducked under the bullets that went on to kill all three of them.

'Great. By myself, just like old times. Always seems to happen this way doesn't it?' Not wanting to risk a reload, I let go of my SMG, reaching for my Five Seven and pulling it out of the holster. Not knowing if there were any other goons left, I grabbed a flashbang attached to my vest, pulling the pin and underhanding it into the room. One loud bang and a flash of light later, I hastily got back to my feet, aiming the pistol and charging into the room. I aimed into the room eyeing every possible point with hyper-awareness - something I had learned from Black Ops 1 - and seeing as the room was clear, I lowered the pistol. With my focus now away from other guys, I finally noticed what was glaring at me right in the face - a giant, blue, swirling portal thing.

"What the fuck?" I spoke aloud, eyeing around the room in confusion. Control panels and computers were everywhere, and I stepped closer to the machine, holstering my pistol and then reloading my SMG with a fresh new magazine. I raised my hand towards my ear piece. "Command, this is Diamond Wolf. The rest of the group has been killed and I'm the only survivor. Looks like I found the target."

"Copy that. You know what to do next."

Indeed I did - I specifically remembered the mission briefing telling us to blow up the target. I reached for my backpack and pulled it forward off my shoulders, opening it and pulling out four packs of timed C4 explosives. I placed them all around the machine, and using my watch, primed them all to detonate in exactly five minutes. Out of curiosity though, I stepped closer to the portal. These were the very steps that wouldn't just lead to a new chapter of my life: It was a whole new fucking book.