USCMRPG

"Thank fuck"

Bell doesnt bother putting a knee down, hoping his turn to board the APC comes quickly, but still manages to points his weapon downrange, not quite sure how close on their heals the opposition is.

Bell swallowed hard, distressed that the easy way out had litteraly been torn to shreds. He nonetheless gritted his teeth and adopted and agressive posture, sweeping the area , ready to cover the retreating marines. He nodded toward what was left of his squad before commenting. "I hope someone has a...

We were afraid the bloodloss had gotten to you.

Bell shifted his weight, his physical discomfort a reminder of the entire platoons uncomfortable situation.

He kept his eye and ears trained, fidgeting slightly with his pistol grip hand. He had nothing to add, his job didnt involve chatting right now.

*Sigh*, "Too good to be true"

Bell kneeled, scanning out from on of Quinn's flank, waiting for someone to finally cross his firing arcs.

Bell sighed nervously, checked his watch, forgot what time it was and checked it again, thinking about the next four minutes. Then he put in a fresh clip, counted his ammo and checked his kit.

"Covering chief" Walking five yards behind and on the right to Quinn. With his weapon up Bell scanned from 12 to 6 oclock on his side of the NCO's trajectory. He was in no hurry to make it to the buggy and didnt really pay attention to it. He figured Quinn was already focused on it and on whichever ...

As drone remnants rained down on them, Bell turned to the people working on Morse. "Can we move him out of the open now? This place sucks." Releasing his left hand from his rifle long enough to point the wooded area separated from the enemy by the newly acquired sentry guns. Not really waiting for a...

Bell hit the ground for the humpteenth time, cursing viciously. "Contact !!!Aloft!!!" He scrambled for cover on his worn out belly, "This fucking sucks". When he found suitable cover he began unloading onto the drone, more out of spite than out of any real hope to deal any serious damage.

With lack of anything left that he could do, and dead tired of dicking around back and forth only to get shot at. Bell set up in a covering position 20 feet ahead of Morse's position. Setting up more sentry guns seemed premature, and Bell figured he might as well wait for someone in the chain of com...

Did we call that off before we resumed advancing?

In the absence of orders find something and attack it?!?! That is so awesome!!!

Bell kept pace with Sal, disappointed, yet relieved to head back to the platoon's main body. "Have we ever had eyes on any warm bodies since we got here?" He asked the older marine. "Or as it just been sentry guns and land mines so far?"

-Roll awareness

Upon hearing his squad leaders urging to action Bell felt a deep seething rage build up in his gut. They had been blown up, shot at and offered surrender. All he had managed to shoot a few rounds into the bushline, creep around some and draw automated fire. He wanted to lash out and get rid of the n...

Bell shivered and stared blankly. Getting shot at sucked. Getting shot at with .50 cal sucked large sweaty balls.

He shrunk behind in his cover, too terrified to try moving in any meaningful way.

Makes me feel so much safer. I might actually get to suffer before I die.