USCMRPG

Private Hooper felt emboldened as the guns fell silent. He inhaled deeply, smelling the rifle smoke and feeling like he was back at the firing range on Earth. It was strange how smells could always take you back in time. “I think I got some!” Troy said, excitedly. He checked the ammo counter and saw...

Hooper felt anger and fear rising in his chest like a swirling mix of fire and adrenaline. Echo Squad called out the approaching targets, allowed them to pass unchallenged, and now his team was threatened. Echo Squad was either betraying them or just plain useless. "Fucking Echo Squad! Worthless mot...

Hooper felt a little shaken by Henniger’s attempt to relinquish command. Even that grizzled old dog was feeling the tension. But Troy felt like he was the steady one, now. He had already broken last time, and he had healed back stronger, for it. “Ambush? Glad Echo Squad is going first.” His eyes fli...

Private Hooper was feeling sharp and in control. Last time he had been jumpy and made a mistake. The intervening time had made him resolute. His eyes flicked from floor to ceiling, then to both walls. They wouldn’t catch him sleeping. He moved closely with Alvarez. Even with such a brief acquaintanc...

Hooper was torn between making an insulting joke about cowboys, or saying something about getting his rabies shot, but Soles told them to shut up before he had an opportunity to do either. The briefing seemed pretty unusual, but he kept his mouth shut. Basically, they were going back into the meteor...

Private Troy Hooper looked at the new guy. Seemed normal enough, apart from the accent. Troy was used to working with a variety of ethnicities. The Colonial Marines picked up a wide range of people from all over the United Americas. As the newbie drew near, Troy felt Alvarez's hand hovering over his...

Hooper had briefly recounted all he could remember from the mission. It stung to think about how he had snapped under pressure. He would have to do better the next time. He despised the very thought of letting his team mates down. It would not happen. Troy felt all the misgivings of the squad leader...

The voice of Alvarez cut through the painful fog of Hooper's mind. He had pissed her off, he knew that, but she was giving him a break. And she gave him a chance to pretend he never cried. That was good. He got control of himself, wiped his face vigorously, and rose to his feet. He pushed off the wa...

They made it back to the ship. Troy felt the intense pressure starting to diminish, but it felt a bit like falling, and he steadied himself with a hand on the nearest bulkhead. He looked down at the floor, breathing hard and forcing down the nausea. Finally, he stood up and looked around. What remai...

The flame and chaos raised Hooper's blood pressure further, but now that he had conquered the initial panic, he would not lose control again. He was very happy to be backing up, and even happier to see the hideous eyeballs burning up. Troy's squad leader offered him comfort. The guilt diminished a b...

Hooper was shaken back, if not to a calm state of mind, at least to an obedient one. “Yes, Corporal,” he said, in a monotone voice. He didn’t blame Henniger for knocking sense back into him. It was a do or die situation, and Hooper knew deep down that his panic was putting the squad in danger. The P...

“Jesus fucking christ, mother fuck!” screamed Hooper, terrified and sickened beyond all restraint. As the thing jumped away, he opened up with the pulse rifle. Two bursts were sent after the retreating Kal, then he aimed up and the ceiling and fired long, barely controlled bursts. The flash of the m...

"How we doing kid?" He smiled behind his faceplate. "Almost there, Corporal." Hooper continued to fiddle with the wires, sweat running down his brow. He was not very good at this, but hoped that his aptitude would overcome. Sure enough, he saw the connection that he needed to make, surprising himse...

"Hooper, copy," he said quietly, keeping his verbal input to a minimum. He felt the presence of the smartgunner close behind him, though he couldn't hear much of anything except the communications in his ear.

Hooper gritted his teeth and gripped his rifle. The time had come for the real work. He was ready, if not enthusiastic. As the ramp dropped, he stepped out onto the surface of the meteorite. His eyes turned left and right, watching for threats and looking for anything notable.

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