"Thank you all for being strong, this group of recruits will be taken into different squads depending on how well you all qualified during your training. Echo Squadron is currently our best and strongest squadron besides the special forces team filled with only the elites, hopefully these squads will see the best in you and take you into their care" The commander had spoken to everyone who had graduated training.
Atlas was excited, not because of the fact he might be put on a squad but the fact he had made it through training. Everyone there had made Atlas do double the work then he needed to, Atlas would run ten miles a day when the commander wasn't around and he would have to shoot at triple the range than anyone else.
He was very skillful with his rifle and had great stamina for the extra running, he wished that the squads weren't anything like the officers and recruits.
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Atlas had a huge smile on his face when the opened his envelope that read *Transfer Squad*. He, along with many others had waited the entire week for these letters to arrive.
"Hey Johnny what Squad are you in?" Marcus asked, these were the two guys from the train when they first arrived.
Atlas had learned everyone's names and what they did before they got drafted.
"I got into the Armor Squad, what about you?" Johnny asked his friend.
"I'm in Gecko Squadron Delta" Marcus replied with a sigh, the Gecko Squads were split into four groups, Alta, Bretta, Chase, and Delta because of the large number of soldiers who were in it.
The Armor Squadron would drive tanks and use artillery to take down the enemy, the would also run escort missions for some other squads.
Atlas smiled and looked down at his envelope and slowly opened it, he made sure to be careful as he wanted to savor this moment and what squad he would be put in.
*The Ghost Squadron welcomes you, Private Atlas to our team, we are a special group that is full of only the Elites. Many have not heard of us since we never leave an enemy alive* The note read, Atlas was stunned, he was recruited into the most elite squadron there was in the Fendel Armed Forces.
Altas' mouth was still agape as he reread the paper over and over, he wanted to scream with joy and celebrate but he was still stuck in shock.
"What squad is the mistake from?" Johnny spat and took the paper from Atlas' hands, Atlas was about to stand up when Marcus stood in front of him.
Marcus was the worst of them all, he would try and make Atlas' life miserable by claiming that I'm not keeping up with everyone else. The officers would listen to Marcus because of the fact that he is full Fendelian.
"No fucking way, this must be fake!" Johnny exclaimed in both shock and anger, Atlas knew that something was going to happen. Everyone in the barracks now had all their attention directed to the three men.
"What does it say?" Marcus asked while keeping his eyes fixed on Atlas.
"He's in the fucking Ghost Squadron" Johnny replied and then glared at Atlas, everybody went wide eyed at this even Marcus.
"Give me that" He ordered as Marcus snatched the paper from Johnny, to nobody's surprise Marcus grew furious.
Marcus had the second best score and was put down where the normal grunts would go but this half breed got the golden ticket to the elites.
"Why you-" Marcus grabbed Atlas by the color of his uniform and raised his fist, before he could move anymore a knife flew dangerously close to Marcus' face.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" A deep voice boomed in the barracks, it was dangerous and it felt like the man was about to kill somebody.
A few hairs had fallen off of his head where the knife cut through, Marcus whipped his head into the direction of where the man's voice came from and his face paled.
There stood a soldier leaning on the doorframe with throwing knives in his hand, he had a patch that read Ghost on it that was stuck on his shoulder.
"Y-you have it all wrong sir… At-Atlas he said something about… about me" Marcus' voice was shaking with each word that left his lips, the man glanced over to where Atlas sat and back to Marcus.
"The officers were right after all, you really are a good for nothing douchebag" The man mumbled to himself.
"Why you!" He yelled, Marcus took a step into the direction where the man stood but stopped when he felt something press against his head.
"You take one more step and I'll blow your brains out, you're talking to my Commander so show some respect" Another man said, he had a burn mark on the left side of his face and had hopped through the window next to Atlas' bed.
"W-what!... are you guys stupid? If you did that then you would get arrested!" Marcus replied as he was stuck in place.
Everyone watched in fear, these men were about to kill Marcus for what reason. The man with the gun chuckled and leaned his face next to Marcus' ear.
"The thing about us Ghost's is that we were granted to do anything we pleased since we are the best Squad the FAF has. The military would just wash this up and make it sound like you tried to kill a soldier but then you were gunned down" The Ghost whispered.
Marcus tensed up and the gun then was lowered, Atlas watched in amazement at the skills these men possessed. One of them was quiet enough to surprise everyone and the other had amazing accuracy with throwing knives.
"Come on Private, we're taking you to your new home" The Commander of the Ghost Squad ordered Atlas.
The Ghost with the gun took the throwing knife out of the wall it was stuck to and grabbed Atlas' duffle bag. He then followed the two into a truck that was parked near the gates of the base.
"Thank you sir, I probably would've been beaten until I couldn't fight anymore if you didn't show up" Atlas admitted when he entered the back seat of the truck.
"Don't worry about it kid, you're one of us now so if anyone tries to go after you then they're going after all of us" The Commander replied and they began to drive off.
"So where are we going exactly?" Atlas asked nobody in particular.
"To our HQ, it's about 1000 meters away from here near the coast of the Great Basin" The Ghost with the gun said.
Atlas was a bit nervous since nobody from Fendel has ever acted this friendly to him besides his grandparents who passed away a few years ago.
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The drive was long, Atlas ended up falling asleep when it turned dark out as they continued to drive. It was turning noon now as they finally came to a stop at a large house that looked like a mansion compared to what Atlas lived in.
"Hey kid wake up, we're here" The Commander who Atlas found out was named Grey said.
Atlas rubbed his eyes and yawned, his eyes widened at the sight in front of him. He felt a bit uneasy since it looked to him that a noble man or woman owned the house.
"What is this place?" Atlas asked, his words were full of exhaustion and the others could tell he wasn't completely awake.
"This is our HQ, you will be living here with us. Now hurry up, we don't have all day" Blyke, the Ghost with the gun said.
Atlas had nodded his head and grabbed his duffle bag, the guys all walked into the large front doors that towered over them. When the doors opened it showed a marbled floor with a grand staircase that led to the second and third floors.
"Hey Grey, are you back?" A woman called from some part of the house, her voice echoed through the building since there weren't many things set up to prevent echos.
"Yeah I'm back Julie and we have a new family member, make sure to radio everyone back here" Grey ordered, the woman popped out from behind a door and when her eyes landed on Atlas her face grew into confusion.
"Who is this guy, he looks like a Gyrun" Julie asked, she seemed a bit on edge with Atlas.
"Don't worry Jules, Atlas is only half Gyrun. He lives north of New Marilyn, I read everything in his files not to mention I watched his training" Blyke replied with his arms crossed.
"Oh, well I will be honest and say I don't trust him either way" Julie admitted and walked back into the room she was in.
"Sorry about that kid, Julie has a rough past with Gyrun folk, even if they are half" Grey gave a small smile to Atlas who simply nodded.
Blyke showed Atlas around the house and told him about some of the other Ghosts, there were three more that Atlas hasn't met yet.
Charlie was their medic who used to be a doctor, Samantha was the technician who could fix almost anything. Kurt was the translator and their tactician, if Kurt had any type of idea then they knew it had the highest possibility of success.
Kurt used to be a General in the war against the smaller island nations, he was known for having the fewest deaths in the history of commanding massive numbers of troops not to mention he was really good at reading maps and marking enemies based on noise alone.
Julie was their chief and their explosives expert, she could disarm and assemble the deadliest of bombs in a super short amount of time while under suppression of enemy fire.
Blyke was their sniper and reconocinse, he could track anything down and was very silent when he wanted to be. Finally there was Grey the commander, Grey was the commando who could murder a Squad of fifty soldiers alone.
Grey was from the island continents so he had to use throwing objects to catch his food, that's why Grey was so good at throwing knives.
"That's amazing, you guys all have your own unique abilities that make you unexpendable, but why did you choose me?" Atlas asked Grey when he finished telling the Private about everyone.
"Because not only would you be good at fooling our enemy with your looks but the fact is that I saw how well you're able to shoot with only an iron site, I'm a sniper and even I couldn't shoot the distances you made with an iron site" Blyke admitted.
Blyke was a good shot with his sniper but he can only use a scope, Blyke explained that he never learned how to use an iron site very well and he mainly made it through the military training because of Kurt and Grey.
Atlas was sticking around Blyke for the rest of the evening since he didn't want to get lost in the mini mansion. Atlas had learned a lot about his new squad and what they were capable of.