USCMRPG

Rascal sat listening to the briefing, humming A Pirate's Life for Me softly to himself as he took notes. Not bad for a first mission he thought, looking back up momentarily as several marines began the inevitable Q&A session. He had to admit to himself, however, that he was still quite unsure of his...

Rascal strode into the briefing room, goofy grin slapped across his face. First thing he noticed (of course) was that the el-tee was a chick; Hmm, this could be fun after all , he thought, tossing himself into the nearest seat. A weathered sergeant barked out for a salute, causing Rascal to grimace ...

Rascal- Nick "Rascal" Campbell

Cant get rid of me that easy! Im in if'n you need me

Rascal finally relaxed his shoulders, grinning sheepishly as the DI pinned on his emblem. "Bet you never thought we'd make it, huh, Sarge?" <Tag Quinn> He glanced at the others then flashed a thumbs up; he wanted to believe the worst was over, but hell, he had a reputation to uphold and a DI to irri...

Yeah sorry its a bit of an old habit from vid games...always reload between contacts just in case.

As the sight of the mangled turret processed in his mind, Rascal's shoulders finally released their tension, and he was able to relax, if only for a moment. A sly grin emerged on his face; Nailed the sucker . He noticed Marcus and Duncan stepping out to meet, hesitated. He was not entirely sure if t...

While he could not see the actual shooter as well as the others could, Rascal took no chances. Without hesitation, he was up, sending a quick burst towards the trees. He rolled into cover behind a small bush, slapping in a fresh mag. He looked back towards where he last saw the muzzle flash, then li...

Duncan stayed tucked in his position. There's a sniper somewhere. Looking to Rascal, he signaled *Sniper* *Position* *?*. Not being able to get a definitive answer, Duncan decided they needed to get a fix on this sniper quickly. Based on the description of the challenge, the longer they stayed in o...

i know how to put band aids on........not the same? *Shrug* lol

And im going to reply with a simple "Ditto"

Hugging the ground, Duncan took a quick glance at his squad. Wanewright was throwing bandages on top of his wound, and Rascal was taking cover. Duncan snapped his fingers once to get Rascal's attention, then signaled *Cover* *Me*. Rascal's eyes caught Duncan's signal, standing up briefly to let out...

Oh we were waiting on me? my bad (puts down magazine)

As if a voice from above scolded him for his stupidity, Rascal realized he would not be needing his medkit after all. "They dont call me Rascal for nothin" he muttered, crouching and lifting his rifle. As soon as one of the targets popped up, he pulled the trigger, sending a quick 3-round burst its ...

Rascal felt the slap of the rounds ratchet up his torso, the force dropping him right onto his back. He cursed aloud, not wanting to glance down to see how mucked up he was. Saw this coming , he thought, subconsciously fumbling at his belt for his med kit. Gunfire roared overhead, drowning out Marcu...