USCMRPG

Good morning everyone. I know that I've been a bit out of the loop for a little while. I moved, changed jobs (still work for the Army, but as a civilian now), and I'm getting married in about a month. I know that for years we have all been in a degree of flux and that our time demands have drastical...

The skirmish on the road had been unusual for Morse. He had been ready to go and take the fight to the enemy, and make good use of the ruthless training and experience he had over years of combat. But just as he was ready, having taken a seat and ready to go to work, he made a really stupid mistake....

Rolling three APCs deep with fewer Marines in each than fingers on a hand was a bit of a gamble in its own way. They had a lot of firepower at their disposal, but did not have the numbers to back it up. In an ideal situation they would be going in with twelve Marines in each, having a full company s...

The mission had just taken a very different turn. Xenomorphs were still at large in the community and now UPP we're in the midst of a full assault. Morse had not seen that turn of events coming. It was something special that only Marines saw. A very different sort of moment that most of humanity cou...

I've been transitioning positions in real life, but I'm still here.

KIA. Area Not Secure. Those were the hardwired thoughts that Morse had in the moment. A marine was melted by the monsters again. The horrific nature of that type of death was never easy to stomach. It was an inevitable part of the job, when you put humans in plastic armor against the most ruthless b...

The explosion of sound was almost immediate upon the situation feeling like it was settling. It was almost as though fate had a reaction planned and that no moment could be readily or easily solved. There were rounds fired, people shouting, radio static, and all within the tiny space a few seconds a...

Positive control was had over the patrons at the bar. Though it was a somewhat tense situation, Morse had a feeling that what drew them to the world was going to make things far worse. He had somewhat drawn the conclusion that those that were infected were not worth saving. He'd only see it work onc...

This operation was going well as far as Morse could tell. He was half expecting those in the bar to pull weapons and attempt to do something really stupid. Fortunately they did not reach for anything and they were readily stunned by the force of heavily armed and armored Marines that approached them...

The operation was in fully swing. They Marines were mobilized and equipped and ready to break the enemy down into tiny little pieces if need be. Friend or foe, the operation was the operation and orders were orders. Morse disembarked with the others, carrying his both lethal and non lethal load out....

"Less Lethal" Was it a joke? The command team knew who they brought on right? These were what was left of the Delta Dogs. They'd done ten plus live combat drops, and had a higher in person kill count outside of a war zone than any 3 companies. They had fought Xenos in space, in orbit, on planets, mo...

As the description came about Morse couldn't help but smile. But as the description continued he couldn't help but chuckle. He tried hard to not make a scene about it. Unfortunately it was likely loud enough that it would get the attention of some of the others. There was a reason for this laughter,...

The ride up had not been a problem for Morse. The extreme pressure, shifting, and rocking had never caused issues for him. Motion sickness could get him every once in a while but there was nothing much to see on the elevator. The hypersleep was what did him in everytime, and once passed that he'd be...

SSG Morse, Allen MOS: Gunner/Demolition Designation: Squad Leader (Unless you want to change it, which is fine.) Pertinent Equipment: (I want to return to the heavy role) - M56 Smartgun - Rocket Launcher - Grenades - Smoke Grenades - CN20 Nerve Gas (if possible) - Med Kit (as a back up) - It pushes ...

Finally back to reattached to a larger operations unit, Morse felt more comfortable with their situation. For years they'd been operating as a sort of "special forces" unit. While initially excited about such a proposition, and even advocating for it, he had become embittered with the mission set th...