USCMRPG

"God damn it... someone wake Hoffman up!" Ward said, he was pissed now. He could not believe how stupid and FUBAR this mission was. It was getting on his nerves. He glanced over at the sergeant and lieutenant. "El-Tee, this shit is Fucked Up Beyond All Reason." Ward said, stating the obvious. He was...

"Dirk is dead, in case you have not been paying attention. Now let's get the hell outta here. You wanna help me carry Winter, Hoffman or should Schrodder do it?" Ward inquired, awaiting for someone to help him carry the man.

"Great..." Ward said. "Yo, Shrodder... help me drive the limo. You get to be the new driver." Ward said, chuckling. He was hating this more and more. His first mission was a FUBAR one. Though, most of the veterans there might have just considered it SNAFU. He just wanted to get back on the Costaguan...

"Let's see, because Sarge told us it was acidic. Hint, hint! And the winner is, WARD!" Ward said, bursting out into laughter, making it a bit harder to carry Winter. "Whoops... sorry buddy, almost dropped ya. That would have been.. funny as hell!" Ward said, chuckling. He loved being a slight comedi...

"Nah. I am good. Just lock it up and don't complain. If you have something to say, make sure it is tactical and relevent. I'm just bringing comedic relief and I'm not saying stuff to the whole platoon. Do not usher us to move out and all. We already are and that's up to Sarge and El-Tee to give us s...

"Lock it up, Hor. Just do your job and stop complainin'. I mean, I'm carrying Winter's heavy ass and you don't see me complaining. Although... Morse is also carrying him... but that's besides the point!" Ward said, making a joke out of it in the end. Sometimes he outdid himself. One thing he was a m...

"Beep, beep! Limo comin' through!" Ward said, laughing at his joke. Though he seemed to have been a lot more calm and in a better mood than earlier, in reality, he was pained inside. He had seen his first death of a comrade on his first real mission. What a way to start your career. Though, he was n...

"Yes sir!" Ward said, then looked over to Morse. "You heard El-Tee, his majesty here needs to get moving! Driver, hit the gas!" Ward saw Roberts and wondered if he actually had listened to what he said. It was hard to tell. Ward would talk to the man later. It was always good to know your superiors ...

"Amen, brother." Ward said, bowing his head respectfully. Ward kissed his cross necklace, holding and somehow managing to balance the stretcher with one hand. After kissing it, he held the stretcher with both hands and looked up at Morse. "Alright, your the driver. Let's get this Limo moving!" Ward ...

Ward nodded to Simovic, then turned and grabbed the other end of the stretcher. "Your limo is ready, your majesty!" Ward said, grinning at Winter. Ward could not help but crack a few jokes to keep everyone's spirits up... and to keep their mind off the death of Dirk. They needed to be motivated and ...

"So now Sam is royalty? Damn you, Winter!" Ward said, obviously joking.



Even in bad situations, he seemed to have the uncanny ability to lighten moods and raise morale.

Ward walked over to Winter as ordered and crouched down next to him, grinning. He had a few things to get him talking. "So, how ya doin' buddy? Wanna sing some camp songs?" Ward said, chuckling at the man. Ward turned around for a split second after hearing Morse and Tyler and decided to say somethi...

"Sure." Ward said, running up and helping Winter onto the stretcher.

"Holy... man, your ass is heavy. You've been eatin' more of that cake, haven't ya?" Ward said, smirking.

Ward took the ammunition and Winter's M41A, though he only took the clip out and kicked his M41 back to him. "You might need it for later, so keep it so you won't have to requisition a new rifle from command." Ward said, stocking up on his ammunition. He then gladly took the grenades and attached th...

Ward nodded to Morse and strode over to Winter and followed the instructions given to him. He could tell it was stinging Winter like hell.

"What's the matter? Sting like a bitch?" Ward said jokingly.



(roll first aid)