Okay, so here I go on my first Frost story. (Is it the first Frost story ever?) I hope and pray that it will be good! ^_^
I guess we'll have to find out!
~I own no one~ :(
OK…here we go!

"Scorched Earth"

October 13th – 10:32:09

Sgt. Derek "Frost" Westbrook

Delta Force

Berlin, Germany

"Up the stairs!" A frantic Sandman shouted. "Get to the roof!"

Heavy, quick footsteps rushed up the staircases, trying to get to there objective. Sweat ran down the four solder's faces like cars on a race track. There breathing quickened as there feet kept up with the anxious pace of there captain.

"Metal 0-1, ISR shows they're extracting the girl now. Advise you stand down and head to an alternate LZ," Overlord gritted his teeth as he told the commanding officer.

Sandman pushed his feet faster, "No! We can make it!" Shoving his shoulder on the closed door, Sandman was covered in debris as he ran into the hallway. "Frost this way!" Frost quickly ran into the hallway behind his captain, icy blue eyes flickering.

Suddenly, a young girl's cry broke through the air, "Here! H-Help! I am here!"

Bullets began to fly as four Russian guards notice the team rushing to the door.

"She's behind the door! Move!" Sandman shouted as he sprayed bullets.

The team quickly took down the four tangos, letting Sandman rush to the door.

Another petrified scream erupts from the girl behind the door.

"Get that door open! GO!" Sandman rushes to the side of the door, eyes on the Sergeant that was impatiently waiting for a command. Frost nodded quickly, Sandman's hand reached out as he told the Sergeant, "Frost hit the door!" When Sandman turned the door handle, an explosion forced the door open sending the Captain back hitting Frost and bringing him to the floor. Sandman lay still on top of Frost who was coming out of the daze. Two blurry images of Russian solders came into view as Frost shook of the explosion. The two solders fired carelessly at Truck and Grinch, not noticing when Frost reached forward grabbing hold of Sandman's pistol. Shooting three bullets, Frost lodged them in the chest of the two Russians. Frost pushed Sandman who was coming to, and got to his feet shoving his captain aside then into the room.

The fast beating of helicopter wings sliced through the demolished room. Another scream shook through Alena's body as she reached out towards the American solders just as the helicopter rose.

Gritting his teeth, Frost shoved Sandman aside and raced towards the rising helicopter. Sandman gazed at the Sergeant for a second till he heard his teammates shouting for Frost. Sandman started after Frost, his hand extended to ketch the Sergeant.

As Frost reached the edge of the building the world seemed to slow, one step…two steps…as he's third step came down he pushed off the very corner of the building, his arms flailing slowly at his sides as he reached for the moving helicopter.

"Frost! NO!" Grinch shouted at the FNG.

Frost's hands wrapped around the Russian guard that held tightly to Alena's blouse. Taking the man to the ground, Frost managed a few good hits on the guard before he felt a powerful hand grab his shoulder and shove him to the metal flooring.

Another solder stood over him looking disgusted, "Stupid American," He spat before shoving his boot into the Sergeants face.

The last sound Frost heard before passing into blissful darkness was the weeping of the young girl that shook next to him.

Sandman stood at the edge of the building, staring at the helicopter that flew away, mocking him from afar. As the captain dropped his head, he couldn't help but stare at the concrete ground that lay 20 stories below them. If Frost fell…No, he shook off that feeling.

A sudden gleam of metal caught Sandman's attention. He shot his head to the right noticing Truck aiming his sniper up for a shot.

"No," Sandman pushed down the weapon, "We can't risk it." He shook his head. Sandman stared into the eyes of his two remaining teammates, "Overlord, negative precious cargo…We lost her, and Frost," He added softly turning back to watch the now distance air craft grow smaller and smaller.

Truck turned towards Grinch, who had his usual ball cap on his head was now being strangled tightly in his grip. "We should've stopped him," Grinch growled, his southern accent twisting with regret.

Truck grasped Grinch's shoulder, "You couldn't have done anything Grinch. Frost did what he thought was right. You know Frost, always trying to do any right, stupid, badass stunts."

Grinch only nodded in response.

Turning, Truck faced Sandman who walked back and forth, hands clasped angrily behind his back. "Sir," Truck flinched as Sandman shot an icy stare, one that Frost use to do.

Sandman blinked then started pacing again, "Hmm?"

"What are we going to do about Frost?"

Sandman paused again, his eyes flashing across the ground, "Our main objective is to get the girl…"

"But-"

"But Frost is a man of this team. We're going to get him out of that hell whole, even if that mean we'll have to go down ourselves." Sandman added.

Without another word Sandman pointed towards the door, silently telling the two to head out. Once he was sure he was alone, Sandman let the burning sensation that he held in his throat win. Balling his fist, Sandman walked over towards the edge of the building and scanned across the sky, hopeful that the helicopter was still in sight. Sighing, he collide his fist with the wall. "Dimmit Derek."

I'm scared to ask if its good…is it good? Did I get Frosty the way you wanted him?
I just noticed something, Frost…Frosty…Haha! Someone should make a funny story about his team making fun of his name! Love those :) I would do it but I'm not very good on funny fic's like those. I suck actually. I'm more of a: I'm going to torture these characters whether you like it or not, kind of writer…
Anyway, please tell me if you liked it.

R&R