USCMRPG

Gagarin muttered a colorfull curse as he once again knelt down in the limited cover provided in the staircase and got to reloading and making ready. He threw a glance at the torn up, broken and bloody cultist bodies, some of then only barely alive. "Let them bleed... let them hurt..." Gagarin hizzed...

After having moved down a fair number of steps, spewing out ordinance as he went, the private finaly stopped and crouched down low hugging the wall. His breath weezed throu his tightly clenched teeth and he growled a guttural respons to his squadleader. "Contact, Stairwell down. Multiple targets." H...

He kept kis finger firmly on the trigger, dealing out death and mayham in long sweeping bursts, carpeting the stairwell with rounds of whitehot led. Slowly but surely Gagarin took a few steps down the stairs his face locked in a grim mask of facination and thirst for death. Be it his own or others d...

Gosha crouched down infront of the door, ready to open up a oversized can of whoopass on whom ever deared show their presumably ugly face in the doorframe. Sitting in only half cover as Bojan mvoes to kick the door open, so that he can throw himself throu the door once the Lance Corporals granade de...

"dum dadadum dum" Gagarin half hummed as he took up point and got readyto start down the stairs. Leaning close to the staircase wall and keeping his smartgun out to cover down the dark depth of the abysmal staircase.

"Some one better be ready with a grenade if this goes pearshaped."

he shaked his head "Im not taking the elevator... that like inviting death to dinner... I say we take the stairs" Pvt Gagarin then glansed at the Squadleader as he leaned against the wall taking a few well earned moments to catch his breath.

Gagarin looked out over his handywork and sighed to himself as he stated to move forward again. As he got up to the makeshift cover he glanced down at the bloody and mangeld corpses of the cultists, he shaked his head and made the sign of the corss over one of the bodies as he stepped over it. "Dust...

His finger squeezed the trigger of the large support weapon and the large gunner had to steady himself as whitehot ordinance started spewing out of the muzzle. As Gagarin let the weapon roar he took one long stride in throu the door and then one to the left, keeping the doorframe free to alow the ot...

Pvt Gagarin checked that the saftey was indeed off on his MG and then nodded to his squadleader. "lets get this done, Iwe got an urge for cornbread and a beer." he said with a smirk. squaring his shoulers and cracking his neck, making ready for the firefight that was destined to follow once the hatc...

"Woof woof"
Gagarin nodded and squared upp against the hatch Going down to one knee as he got closer.
"Breach, blow and clear sir?" he siad over his shoulder, aimed at L.Cpl Morrisson.

The burley support gunner took up a right flanking possition as the small fireteam made its way towards the hatch. As he moved, hunched over in a low semi crawl, he kept throwing glances to his side at the door that was down the steps. As if he expected it to be kicked open any second by a bunch of ...

Gosha sat strapped into his dropp seat still with that strange smile on his face and a distant look in his eyes. "Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war!" He said aloud and looked from face to face amongst the comrades that sat by his side in the droppship. "Woof woof" He added with dry grin and ...

Gosha grinned slightly at the chatter around him, his eyes burning with a strange fire he turned from the rest of the platoon and looked up at the large droppship hulls and said with a calm and muffled voice. "And I heard a voice amidst the four beasts, I looked and behold a pale horse and the name ...

A diabolical smirk had found its way onto Goshas face as the Lt. had held his little talk.
"Now we're talking... I hate that sneaking around bullshit, this is real street fighting."

Gosha stood with his cigar in the corner of his mouth, jumping and twiching as he loosend up his muscels for the mission to come. He returned rednus glance with a slight rasing of one of his bushy eyebrows. Gods I hate coming to a new unit... you never know where you have the other buggers The priva...