Livin' The Brotherhood

Chapter 1: The Becoming

AN: There is intense swearing and talk about innapropriate themes! Warning you now.

The base bustled with men. Officers scurried about, carrying maps, boxes, and order from Godfather. PT being held in all different corners and spaces inside the large span of fence that circled around the fob. Marines sat on crates and shot the shit with their pals and battle buddies, boonie hats on top of their heads. Some had mustaches for the battalion mustache growing competition. Free time on the base could be rare, or as common as the flies that flew on a dead republican guard soldier. Though, most men sat in there racks, dining hall, or in the Porter Johns either doing their business, or having fun with some Porn Magazines.

Though, their was one lone female Marine that walked on the base, bags filled her hands truck since she had gotten back form the PX. The young twenty-four year old stood at the height of 5'3, 5'4 and a half when wearing her boots. Her long brown hair tucked into a sleek and tightly pulled buck bun. Of course military standard for a woman. Her name tape on her BDUs read Bisset. Though, most men just called her by her first name. Kyra.

The female walked past many men and officers, ignoring the catcalls and giving a smile to men that waved out to her. A few sweat beads slipped down her forehead from the immense heat Iraq had been dispensing. Though, the small smile of hers never leaving her face. The sun gleamed into her brown orbs, sunglasses being difficult to wear due to her glasses. Contacts weren't to be worn, in case of sand storms or any eye infections they could cause without being washed. Little Kyra never complained though, she just sucked it up and dealt with the rules as they said.

Kyra approached her tent that had her rack within it. Along with her fellow Marines, and some of her closest friends. The female devil-dog ducked her head under one of the flaps as she shuffled her way into the tent. Everyone's gaze went right up to her as the sound of her boots come into the surprisingly quiet tent. Well, despite a few separate conversations, the tent filled with Marines was quiet compared to the loud antics that usually filled it. Most of the men's faces lit up seeing the female, especially since the bags she had been carrying was filled with mail, ripped fuel, snacks, and god knows whatever else the young woman had been sent out to grab.

"Hey guys, I got the shit from the PX," Kyra spoke up, now everyone's attention was grabbed and now focused on the small Marine in front of her. She gently placed the bags down and began removing the items from each bag and quickly organizing them into piles. Marines circled around her and patiently waited for the female to be done sorting through everything. And once Kyra finished and stood up, all hell broke loose. The men, quickly began grabbing at their items harshly and pushing through each other. The girl watched as Ray practically did a dive bomb to grab a Playboy magazine that had been sitting on the middle of the pile. She couldn't help but laugh and sit on a crate, mentally thanking that she was out of the hot sun as she removed her cover from the top of her head along with her blouse.

"Kyra, you fucking goddess. You amaze me on how the fuck you get all this by yourself. Hell, not even the officers can get all this different type of shit in one go," Ray questioned as he looked at the girl. His arms carried ripped fuel, a can of dip, the looks of two Porn magazines, and the look of pure and utter amazement plastered onto his features. Kyra smiled and shrugged, a small laugh leaving her lips. The rest of the men turned and raised a brow, the looks on their faces showing that they also were now questioning the female's abilities.

"I don't know honestly. I go and ask for the stuff needed, they look at me, and don't ask questions. Not even about the Porn mags! What the hell am I going to do with like five Porn mags that I managed to snag? Maybe it's because the guys down there haven't seen a woman in so long that they think I'll just drop on my knees for him just for all the supplies. Or, maybe it's because they feel sorry for me that I'm with all your sorry asses that they don't even want to question me," Kyra smirked as she pushed herself off the crate. Looking over at Ray who had a fake look of hurt on his face. Along with about four other guys. Those guys being Rudy, Garza, Walt, and Lilley. Though, those wen away quickly as they turned and walked towards their cots, happiness etched on their faces as they carried their armful of shit with them.