"Atypicalkiller" wrote:Khan felt the Sarge tackle him with one arm and collapsed to the ground. Tarik grinded his teeth, and looked hatefully at Green. This son of a bitch has it coming and he doesn't even know it. Tarik thought vendictively. He rubbed the side of the head where he'd been hit and stood up. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" he jerked away from whoever was trying to help him up "I'm fine...".
Khan just turned away he'd get his revenge later....and for now he'd already done what he'd set out to do...stop this fool from blowing his brains out....he lit another cigarette and took a deep breathe...his natural intentions would of been to merc this guy right here and now...but they needed him..and Khan knew he was instigating it all...anything to get this guys mind off of giving himself the home version of a labotamy..Tarik smiled at Green and gave him the finger shortly after..
"Marine!" Yelled Jacob, At Khan's retreating figure, after he'd dusted himself off "Get your ass back here quicksharp!"
He was fuming, he'd just witnessed something near a fight starting out, and while he was aware using violence to end violence hadn't been that necessary - it should have made a point.
Turning to Green he looked angry, how could a marine he'd trusted so implicitly in his first mission been so daft as to try to strike another marine?
"Green, just what the fuck are you doing? If you want to die that's not my problem, but do it on your own time unless your KIA! If I see any rash actions from you again there'll be serious trouble, understand?" Jacob fumed, and didn't offer to help the big guy up. Turning his attention to Khan he glowered.
"And you, provocation is not the answer, you wanna square off against someone in future it better be a fuckin' enemy or me if you want a fight that badly. If I see that again I'll happily shoot you in the gut, understood?!? If Green's trying to shoot himself - you just let him try and Me or the LT will deal with it, you're not in command here - your job is to serve and die...not to start infighting and bring this platoon's overall effectiveness down - do I make myself crystal?"
Breathing deeply, Jacob lowered his voice and addressed both of them at once
"Now, I'm not going to make you shake hands because you aren't bloody 5 year olds. But you will
be a fireteam, you will
fight our enemies and not each other. You won't
start shit with each other - like I said, want a fight just a polite request and you can go toe to toe with me - and a word to the wise, I don't fight clean. Now go and get those sentry guns set them up, follow orders, get some grub, settle down and think about they myriad ways you're gonna die when we go down that hole instead, and believe me - if you two don't go together like peaches and cream down there - you will
die. And more importantly to me - I might. And my life - to me at least, is more valuable than both of yours combined! Now, Green - give me the pistol and Tarik, you've lost your smoking privelages until you can learn not to blow smoke at marines, so stub that out!"
Jacob turned on his heel and walked back to Morrisson, not casting a backwards glance at the marines. He felt he'd been overly harsh - but hey, it was the image he wanted...a nice guy until you pissed him off. Your best friend if you were on the right side of him...
"You think that 2 sentry guns will suffice? Oh, and can we put the APC's headlights shining down that hole so we can see a bit further or at least see if anything starts moving?"
(OOC: PR - Roll on my Discipline Command Skill if you'd be so kind...intimidation too why not)