USCMRPG

Dropping to his stomach he keeps his eyes open and starts working his way up the hill to Conrad.  Feeling the cold dirt beneath him it shoots memories of his hunting days as a child. Stalking his prey and looking for signs of life.  This prey should be interesting...they are so loud...so obvious...his blood pumps with the thoughts of the kill at hand.

Tomala felt the adrenaline go through his body. Tomala could not contain himself he wondered where the enemy was he hated not knowing the enemy's current position. Tomala thought about how crappy the day could be setting up the base for nothing but a bunch of fools with guns to overrun it. Tomala checked his Pulse rifle once more before being set. He grabbed the sand bags as ordered to enforce the position little hill north of the building. Tomala started to haul ass with the sand bags to enforce the position he began laying them down and stood low for cover. Once he got them set he kept low behind them with his pulse rifle at ready to fire position.

(OOC: Sorry for the absence, Sorry if I have anything incorrect.)