USCMRPG

Beaver hurried after Alvarez, the clipboard hanging from his left hand while his right went to the VP-70 in his belt. It sounded like he might be needing it soon. He noticed that he felt very protective of Alvarez, more-so than usual. If either of them was the protector, it was probably her. After a...

Henniger led the squad out of the compartment. "Have fun everyone, stay loose, give me a comms check back and make sure your transponder is live." <tag Cerberus> “Can do, boss.” Hooper wasn’t used to such pleasant orders. He actively tried to abandon all his military instinct and his nerves. He was...

Braccux extends his hand, "2nd Lt. Braccus Rex" he said. "Please call me Rex. I've not met the rest of the squad yet, but if they're half as chill as you Beaver, we're going to have a swell time." He chuckled. Hooper shook the extended hand reticently. He knew that he was supposed to salute, so it ...

"Get your combat kit stowed in the ship, your weapons and gear for our sneaky peaky ready?" "Yes, Sarge. Uhh, it's all ready, just gotta load it up. I'm on it." He quickly started to gather his combat gear and weapons, hoping to avoid any scolding or questions about where he had been. Hooper was bl...

After a while, Private Hooper reappeared. He was wearing his worker disguise, and sporting a sheepish smile. He puffed on a fresh cigarette as he dug around in his locker. Out came the hard hat and he put it on his head, thumping it down with his fist. Once everything was ready, he grinned at his sq...

Marcella blinked not understanding at first. But as realization dawned her face did a pretty good impression of a tomato. "Smoking is bad for your lungs Beav." She gave him a punch in the shoulder. "But we got some time to kill, as long as you don't make it weird." Hooper's eyes got a little wider....

Troy's face was blank as he looked at the token. Then he grinned and laughed. "That's amazing! Ha ha, it looks like me! This is going on my pulse rifle, for sure." He looked up at her face. She looked bashful and nervous; not expressions that she often showed. Another jolt of suppressed excitement s...

Private Hooper was competent in some ways, but he wasn't very creative, so he would wear a dock worker's clothes too. He ran through the gear in his locker, again. A pair of dirty denim pants, a black t-shirt and a loose denim jacket. The jacket was two sizes too big for him, and he hoped that it wo...

Added 2 new campaign ribbons here

Hooper grabbed an M42 and secured it to his rucksack. He didn’t mind the extra weight since it gave him more flexibility in the field. Sniping was safer than close combat. It was good that the leaders were getting prepared for different outcomes, but he knew as well as anybody that no plan survived ...

Alvarez listened. She knew it was their jobs as marines to go where assigned but it still felt so soon after Fletcher. Her eyes found Hooper trying to gauge how he was handling all of this. Private Hooper was listening distractedly, bouncing on his toes. He hated the waiting before a mission, but i...

Thunder rolled across the sky as the final dirt was shoveled onto the grave. Hooper nodded and fell into a more casual stance. He looked around at the rest of the squad who had been through hell together. Pulling out a cigarette, he cupped it in his hands and lit it. “Anybody wanna get a drink? I co...

When it was Hooper’s turn, he stood at attention, then snapped off a salute. His expression was somber as he dropped the salute and carried on. After it was over, he stepped over to Marcella. In the aftermath of the mission, he had been confused by her brushing him off. Their post mission interactio...

Private Hooper let go of the Sergeant’s arm. “Hey Sarge, I’m sorry. You know, I, I didn’t… It wouldn’t have made no difference.” He had nothing more eloquent to say. Soles knew what he meant. <Tag Soles> Hooper heard Cowboy’s concerns, but they rang hollow in shadow of the rising ecstasy inside him....

Hooper helped with the bombs and then made the evac bird with serious relief. As they were about to take off, Sergeant Soles snatched his rifle, getting ready to exit the ramp! Hooper grabbed his arm and tugged him back. He shouted, “Sarge, don’t! There’s no time! I’m serious, don’t do it!” <Tag Sol...