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Reborn In Chicago Fire

Colt Evans an ex Fire fighter dies and gets reincarnated right after the first plane hits the World Trade Center, when his senses com back to him without a second thought he rushes into the tower to save as many people as he can on his way up he awakens a system. {Rescue System is now activated} __________________________________________ Fic will include Chicago Fire/Med/PD. The fic is based off the Manwha Rescue system.

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Most of the MC's time in the military will be skipped.

Over the years you will find out the long lasting effects of joining the military, you may not understand what I mean now but in future chps you will.

I am not and have not served/serving in military so I will get some things wrong.

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[Coronado]

{Day 1 of HELL WEEK.}

Random seal instructor POV.

In front of me I see about 200 civilians wanting to be a navy seal, what they don't know is that only about 10 percent of them will make it through Hell week.

"From here and on you will refer to anyone who looks like me as sir. Is that clear?" I ask.

"YES SIR!" they respond.

I look over to the other seal instructors and start to smile.

"Let's get started shall we?" I ask.

"PUSHUP POSITION!"

They all quickly drop to their chests and hold themselves up with their hands.

I look over to the instructors and nod, they pull out a hose and turn on the water, water starts to spray around at a chilling 30ish degrees.

Someone next to me starts to tell the recruits to go down then up slowly.

As he is doing this I start to walk around to see what I am working with.

"Goggins, what the fuck are you doing back you have failed 2 times why are you back here?" I ask David Goggins.

"I NEVER QUIT SIR!" he responds.

"Yea yea I have heard that before." I say as I look at the person next to him.

He doesn't seem to be any older than 17.

"Hey Babyface, you might as well tap now." I say crouching down next to him.

"Whys that Sir?" he asks not winded at all, while doing pushups in perfect form.

"You see here babyface only the best of the best will make it, and honestly you don't look the type." I point towards a bell in the corner.

"You see that bell over there? I have seen many like you before, the type that think just because you did good in school or just because you have always been the best at what you do you think that you will be able to to be a seal. So I suggest you tap out before you get hurt." I say as I stand up and was about to find some other kid to scare when I hear him say something.

"With all do respect Sir you have never seen anyone like me." he says.

He's persistent ill give him that.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Colt Sir." he responds.

"Alright from now on you are known as babyface until you earn the right for me to refer to you as Colt." I say as I stand up and walk away.

Colt POV.

After my first day of Hell week which I don't know why they call it hell week because it is 3 weeks, but anyways I am now walking to a bunk that was assigned to me.

'After I was finally able to rest after about 3 weeks of trying to find anyone who was still alive under all the rubble I had the chance to look at myself and I was shocked to say the least because I am no longer in my body like I thought I was, I am now in a completely unfamiliar body, after getting used to my new body I used the phone that one of the Presidents assistants gave me, after my request he was confused but let me go.' I think about what happened.

I get to my bunk I was about to lay down and get as much sleep as possible when I feel someone tap my shoulder.

I turn around and see a man who looks a little bit older than me.

"David Goggins." he says holding out his hand.

"Colt Evans." I say grabbing his hand.

We started to talk about why we enlisted and I ended up finding out that this is his 3rd time and he his determined to make it this time, he has never willingly tapped, the first time he broke a bone in his hand and was forced to tap, the last time he fractured his knee cap and was once again forced to tap.

As we were talking we heard a commotion behind us.

We turn around and start walking towards 3 guys surrounding 1 man.

"Look what we got here it's one of them." one of the guys says.

"Yea, he must be with them trying to join our military." another one of them said spitting on the man, who I could now see was a brown man. When I saw his face it reminded me of what happened after 9/11 in my past life, everyone who looked like a terrorist was racially profiled and started to get harassed.

"Are you gonna blow something up?" another asks.

"I joined the navy seals the same reason you did and that's to get the son of a bitch that attacked our country." the man says.

*PFFF*

"Who said this was your country?" a man says.

"Is this really what we have come to, just because one bad person that looks like me attacked America that makes everyone who looks like me bad?" He asks and at this point he has tears in his eyes.

"Yea it-" before he could finish I had enough.

I put my arm around his neck and slipped my leg behind his knee and pulled him back he ended up falling over my leg.

He stands up and looked like he was about to fight, but the man and David stood next to me.

Soon they walked off and I turned towards the man they were surrounding and I ask.

"What's your name?"

"R-Raheem," he says extending his hand.

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"Colt." I say grabbing his hand.

After we shake hands David does the same with Raheem.

After that day the three of us became good friends.

6 months later.

"SAY IT!" someone yells in front of me.

I have been through about 6 months of different kinds of training and I am now standing in front of seal team six and their back of the team, team 17. I am here because I was selected to be a part of their team and now I have to say the frogman motto. If I fuck it up I will be sent back to BUD/S.

"Say It."

"Come on Evans, don't fuck it up."

I take a deep breath.

"Come on, no more fucking around, come on."

{look up, (Ballad of the frogman)}

"Been around the world twice, talked to everyone once, seen two whales fuck, been to three world faires, and I even know a man in Thailand with a wooden C*ck, I pushed more peeter, more sweeter and more completer than any other peter pusher around. I'm a hard bodied, hairy chested, rootin' tootin' shootin', parachutin' demolition double cap crimpin' frogman. There ain't nothin' I can't do. No sky too high, no sea too rough, no muff too tough.

Been a lot of lessons in my life. Never shoot a large caliber man with a small caliber bullet.

Drove all kinds of trucks. 2by's, 4by's , 6by's and those big mother fuckers that bend and go 'Shhh Shhh' when you step on the brakes.

Anything in life worth doing is worth overdoing. Moderation is for cowards.

I'm a lover I'm a fighter, I'm a UDT Navy Seal diver. I'll wine, dine, intertwine, and sneak out the back door when the refueling is done. So if you're feeling froggy, then you better jump, because this frogman's been there, done that and is going back for more. Cheers boys."

To be continued.

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A.N ik im sorry bad chapter. Forgive me!