A Call of Duty RPG

That would depend on the era setting of the Ro. If you were to do a WW2 RP then I'd like to seem some action in some of the Pacific battles such as Guadalcanal, Pelieliu, Makin Atoll, etc. If you were to however base it in a more modern war variation I'd like to see action in some mountain ranges or tundras. Other than that I really don't mind whats in it I'll RP just to RP. LOL. Good luck Sir!

As I previously stated I'd really appreciate seeing some arctic mountain/tundra setting in at least one battle or so. But I think that fights that move around globally would be key to the RP because a battle in one area that doesn't last too long is sure to kill off a RP. So say acouple extended major battles in some areas, with other smaller yet key skirmishes in other places. Factions will also need to be present with the face of war showing itself in our day and age looking as it does.

I meant that in modern war only frontline, ummm.... straightforward combat is easily seen as country A , country B. More advanced or subtle warfare becomes hazy and the like. So possible factions or groups may be set up to more easily help the flow of the RP's combat and storyline. Sorry for the confusion. My wording is a bit eccentric at times. Although come to think of it it doesn't really make much sense to me now. Sorry bout that.

Alright sounds cool. Definitely looking forward to it.

TASK FORCE 102:

Character Sheet (example)

Name:
Gender:
Country of Origin:
Rank:
WOC: (that's weapon(s) of choice)
Appearance:
Skills:
Personality:
Background:

RUSSIAN ULTRANATIONALIST

Name:
Rank:
Gender:
Weapon(s):
Appearance:
Personality:
Background: (no necessary)

MISSION

Task Force 102 has been sent to the Russian-Georgian border to Capture a key leader in the new ultranationalist movement, Ivan Puskov. He has a vacation retreat in the mountain that Task Force 102 intel says that he is at. It is also known that he has a small army of security personnel, that will die rather than let Puskov be taken away. Task Force 102 led by Captain Foley, will drop in the mountains away 800 meters away from the vacation home capture Ivan Puskov.

Name: Rody Quinn
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Southeastern United State of America   
Rank: SSG (thats Staff Sergeant)
WOC: M16A4 w/ M203 & Silencer, akimbo Colt .45, bowie knife
Appearance: Tall, average build, defined features, gray-blue eyes, brown hair
Skills: demolitions, survival, marksmanship, and melee combat
Personality: friendly, all around sense of humor, loud, serious when need be, at times cocky and fearless.
Background:  Staff Sergeant Rody Quinn was born in Auburn Alabama. He joined the
U.S. Army at age sixteen. He progressed through the ranks quickly, by the time he was 19 he was sergeant. He transferred to the 82nd airborne and became an engineer. He was promoted to staff sergeant and made platoon sergeant over the engineer platoon.

((I am confused where are you man? Is it where the squad gets it briefing or...))

Staff Sergeant Rody Quinn was late. Quinn was hardly ever late to a briefing and he hated being late. He was one of the youngest staff sergeants in US history, at age 20 he was also one of the youngest members of task force 102 

The new recruits were suppose to be the at the briefing with the rest of the squad hand picked by Captian Foley himself. As one of the new recruits Quinn was ready to prove himself. He was coming in as a demolitions expert replacing one of the men that was killed during the last mission, or so he had been told.

Quinn looked down at his watch. 0759, and Quinn was still on the elevator to the command tower.

The base of the Stray Dogs was a "oil tanker" that was afloat in the Antarctic sea. The ship didn't carry oil however, it was much more than that. But all Quinn was told about the ship is that it was a base and that he had to be in a meeting by 0800.

The elevator finally reached the top. Quinn made his way to the briefing room. As he entered he saw only two people. 0805.

Quinn offered his hand to the nearest man. The man took it and shook.

"Staff Sar'ent Rody Quinn, friend, who er[are] you?" Quinn asked with his normal southern twang.

"Lance Corperal Adelmo Herzch," the man responded with a hint of German in his voice.

"Nice tah, meet ya Herzch, what unit you frum?" asked Quinn.

"I 'magine that weer kina errlay," Quinn said as he found a seat at the large table that was in the room.

The general nodded in agreement. The door sung open and a middle aged black man entered the room.

"General," the man began," are these the replacements?"

"Yes, Captain, they are, and they are very early for their fist meeting," the General said as he was setting up the presentation equipment. "Gents, this is Captain Foley, your leader."

Quinn got up and shook the captain's hand. "How ya doin' thare cap'um?" asked Quinn, "I'm Rody Quinn, Staff Sar'ent, Iveaben[I have been told] dat, I'lla be raplacin' yer old dimo expert, can I assk waut[what] happen to 'um?" Quinn said as he introduced himself.

"He was killed by a premature blast from a bomb he set," replied Foley.

Name:Mike O'Connor
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: USA (Texas)
Rank:SSG
WOC: M4A1 w/acog, M14 w/scope, M1911 w/ removable silencer
Appearance: Average Height, about 210, muscular, Brown short hair in a high and tight, hazel eyes
Skills: a, stealth, stalking, interrogation, translation
Personality:Very shy, Trusting of his squad mates. Quiet.
Background: Mike joined the Marines right out of high school and his marksmanship was evident from day one of rifle training. Spent 10 years as Marine Force Recon Scout Sniper. Is here to become a Stay Dog Sniper. But was moved to be the Unit's scout.

Mike hated being late, but he hated not knowing what exactly he was doing, as a scout sniper he was trained to know as much as he good for he good of the Unit, and not knowing was starting to bug him. However it was 08:15 and he was stressed, the helicopter had a mechanical failure and he had to get on a new one.
"I ****in hate this god dammed cold" he mumbled to himself as he walked to the door and opened it so see a 4 Star General, a Captain, another SSG, and a Lance Corpral.
He smartly saluted the Officers and introduced himself.
"SSG O'Connor reporting for Duty, Gentlemen" he barked out as his drill Sargent had taught him 10 years ago.

(( Seco, bring it back? ))