Okay, so I decided to start up a new story for my most favorite character in all of mw3. Frost. This is from his point of view. And please excuse my grammar mistake.

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Welcome to the game.

When Derek Westbrook first joined the military, he was, to say the least, wasn't trying to take anything seriously. At all. Being a soldier was roughly shoved down his throat when he decided to take a vacation after high school, which his dad has taken the wrong idea, and decided to take him to the military.

His dad was a stern man who didn't have the time to understand or listen to reasons, and it was one of the main reasons why he didn't want Derek staying home with absolutely nothing to keep him busy. So its either joining the military, or spending the rest of the year with your father breathing down your neck.

The military won.

His days and nights would be spent in training that he found completely useless to what would come during war. But it was like this everyday, never ever training them on what they would be really expecting. Maybe because they were newly recruited and they didn't want them out that quickly? He didn't know, he didn't care. He wasn't even trying his best now. All he cared about was getting kicked out for the lack of trying.

However, that didn't end up like he wanted either. Just when he thought he'd be scolded everyday, or treated like shit, or forced to do stupid chores like cleaning weapons or cooking… none of those came. The amounts of pats and proud words and smiles he'd receive from his superiors on daily bases were merely maddening. He was surprised how everyone saw so much potential in him when he didn't even try. Was he really that good? Hell, there are way better soldiers around here, so why him?

It wasn't too long until he was promoted to a First Class Private, and not long after it into a Corporal. However, his attitude toward his roommates never changed. Some would call him pathetic for respecting others, even lower ranked than him. Some would respect him back, and that was his favorite part. Where he'd pass by a group of privates and all would either greet him or smile at him, or even whisper between them how he was the nicest and most understanding corporal around here. Of course there were still people holding grudges against him for some reason, but he never really cared. Still, It felt nice. Something he didn't feel amongst his friends back home.

By the age of 25 he was promoted as a Sergeant, and dammit, did it feel good. He was actually starting to find his place in the military more home-like than his actual home. He was trying harder by now, training his soldiers and training himself until he's capable of turning around any war into a game he could easily play. Which drove the attention of higher ranked men around the base.

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Back when he first joined, he used to look over the best forces that could be displayed on some sort of list. Finding Task Force 141 to be the first, Right after it would be Delta force. Back then, he didn't use to care what they offered or how awesome it'd be to be in one of them. But lately, he started to think about what it'd be like to be in one of their uniforms. It almost sounded like a dream that might never happen, since there were way better soldiers than him who didn't join. So the idea was merely dropped into the wishlist, where it would most likely never come true.

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Lunch time came soon that day, which was more to his relief since his stomach was feeling empty by now. He made his way toward the dining hall and found his seat on a random table. He looked around, looking for anyone he knew around here but… he found none. Oh well, they were probably busy or didn't know it was lunch time yet. He started digging in his food, taking the first bite before a private showed up out of nowhere with a curious look, standing beside the sergeant. Derek looked up slowly, studying the man silently and waiting for him to speak, which he didn't.

"…What." He mumbled out after a moment of silence, the private straightening up immediately. "Sir, they requested you at the meeting room, sir." Wait…what did he just say? They wanted him now!? Sighing heavily and dropping his spoon down, he nodded at the private and dismissed him, swallowing the remaining food in his mouth and quickly making his way out of the dining hall. Why did they want him now? He was damn hungry and one bite wont do good.

He went over to the meeting room, guessing it was something important until he walked into four men, all standing and looking at him… in fact, 'looking' wasn't the ride description for their gazes. They were studying him over, eyes wandering over his body structure, and some of them studying his face instead. He tried his best to stay stoic and emotionless, not wanting to show any weakness for whoever those men were. Soon, he felt a man behind who patted him slowly on the back. "Sit down Sergeant." His lieutenant said, glad there was a familiar face around here.

He sat down opposite from those four men, and just when his ass met the chair, they started asking countless questions. Starting with name, goals, experiments… ect. This 'meeting' took more than he imagined. Usually it'd be a short briefing where they'd get info on changing the methods of training or what to do if enemy attacked the bases. It didn't take longer than 15 minutes, but this one, took at least 40 minutes. Once they were done, they thanked him and he stood up, getting out of the room patiently. What did they want exactly? Why did they need to interrogate him like that? Did he do something suspicious that caught their attention?

Dammit, he was thinking too much. And his stomach was practically growling, so yet again, he went to the dining hall, finding it empty beside a captain here and a corporal there. He took his food and sat down at the far end of the hall, eating slowly as his mind kept coming up with questions that he'll probably never know the answers for them. Pff, this was stupid! He'll simply ask the Lieutenant that was present there, hoping he'd find an answer. Once he was done with his food, he went to where his comrades would usually stay when the trainings were over, and to his luck, they were all there.

They all looked up at him once he arrived, before he quickly gestured for him to sit next to them, fast, as if they had an important thing to say… which usually was just a gossip or this guy did this or this guy did that and dammit was it annoying! He sat down slowly, looking mildly lost in his thoughts before one of them started speaking up. "Some guys asked us about you today!" One of them started, the other's replied right after.

"Yeah, it was weird.. their questions didn't seem to have a specific reason but…"

"They'll probably promote you again, congraaaats~"

"Or assign you for a mission?"

"Or engage you to his daughter."

Wow, the last one was not expected. And to his surprised, they all laughed as if it was possible, nope, no, he do not want to be married. As usual. He was rather quiet, especially during conversations and simply listened. However, he couldn't help but tell them what happened earlier. "Yeah, they asked me bunch of questions today… Do you think they find me suspicious or something?" Once they heard this, they all stared quietly, each one of them looks deeply in thought until one of them spoke. "Holy shit, man, they're moving you!"

"What?"

"What."

"…What."

They were all rather taken back by the conclusion, but hey, it wasn't impossible. Just why didn't he think of that earlier? He sighed, leaning back and chewing on his tongue as he thought this over. Would he really want to move? Does that mean he'll never see his friends again? "Man, I dunno… I might decline." He said, which made them all stare before snapping at him. "This is a good opportunity, dude, don't drop it!" It sounded really, really good to be moving to another base and all but, he doesn't want to feel lonely. "Derek, don't drop it for us. You focus more about yourself than others. We'll be fine."

If weren't for his friends' words, he wouldn't have even considered leaving. He did had to focus on himself, care about himself but he'd still miss them, especially when he's in a place where he knows absolutely no one. Sighing heavily, he tried to get some sleep for the night, hoping the next day's news would be pleasant.