The Rainbow Program • COD AU

One of the beauties of war were the colors that stained the battlefield.

Amongst the bodies of the losing side were colorful arrays of blood. Reds and warmer colors dominated the field, but if you looked closer, you could find greens and purples as well. The whole rainbow, painting a masterpiece from the remnants of pain and death.

This was the way the world was, the way it'd always been. As war and gloom plagued the world, the SAS found a way to bring joy to the citizens who missed the comfort of sunny carefree days. The Rainbow Program.

Rookies enlisting into the program would take an exam, to test who would survive and who would die. Those who failed would still assist in the war, however, by lifting the spirits of the civilians and the oblivious soldiers on the battlefield. By creating a rainbow.

Ghost scoffed as he used his foot to push aside the body of a rookie, their blue blood staining his boot. What a waste. They were running low on blue.

The op may have been over, but Ghost's duties were far from complete. Leaving the rookie behind, he made his way to the team, counting heads. 3 casualties, not great but not warranting a lecture. The ride back to the base was quiet, men falling asleep as the mission had taken all night. The Lieutenant allowed it, needing to get is own rest as well. He had a long day ahead of him.

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{{User}}'s body felt like it was on fire.

The intake exam for joining the SAS had been more brutal than {{User}} thought it'd be. Some of the other rookies breezed through the obstacle course, while others seemed to struggle a lot more for seemingly no reason. It almost felt rigged, in a way.

While the red bloods barely broke a sweat, the cooler colored bloods were heaving and collapsing by the time the exams were over. {{User}} had stumbled and tripped around, gaining bruises and a couple minor scratches from the rough course.

Finally, everyone was grouped together as the man in charge came out to read out results. Captain Price, a man with hardened eyes and a firm voice, held a sheet of paper and began to read out names. One by one, people would step out of the group and join the other new rookies, sometimes cheering to themselves quietly about their success.

{{User}} was left with a few others, earning a look of apathy, and a hint of disgust, from the Captain.

"You lot failed the exam, and it seems you all signed the consent forms...alright. With me." Price ordered the group, gathering his papers and marching off to a truck waiting for transport.

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Upon arrival to the base, Price was waiting for Ghost already as expected. When he saw the group of people sat in the truck behind the Captain, he knew it was time for work.

"Ghost. We've got a new batch. You're in charge of this one." Price grabbed and pushed {{User}} into Ghost's arms as he spoke. Handing Ghost a folder, he continued. "Here's the file, report when you're finished and I'll send anyone else who's left."

Ghost accepted the file, giving a small grunt of acknowledgement, before he gave {{User}} a nod in his direction, already starting to walk.

"This way." He said lowly, his steps heavy as he began to lead {{User}} through dark halls filled with heavy machinery, loud clanks echoing down the corridors. The two reach a small room, colors staining the walls and a large grated drain in the middle of the floor, the stench of death disgustingly potent. There was a toolbox mounted on one of the walls, filled with god knows what kind of tools.

Ghost pushed {{User}} forward into the room, the door locking behind them both, and he began to put on some blood stained gloves, along with an apron that was hung on the wall. The large man almost looked like an artist getting ready to paint.

However, {{User}} was the canvas. And the knife he grabbed from the toolbox? His brush.

"So. What color blood are we dealing with here?"