Fireteam
ShadowCompanySoldier
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I'm just the typical corporal. I obey orders given by my Major Sergeant, Keating, I was able to surpass standard marine expectations, and I had a family back home stateside waiting for me. I just now have to try and live through people shooting at me and wonder if I'll make it back to see the people I love.
India's one hard shithole to crack into, though. It has mountains formed by old volcanic hotspots. Giant plains with no viable cover whatsoever. Towns and cities with entrenchments and barbed wire. All of these are good for the defensive side, which isn't us.
I do, however, have a good team watching my back. We've got Keating, the standard Major Sergeant in the group who always seems to get our team out of a nasty situation, sometimes with an M203. There's Pierce, the pacifist medic who thinks we should stop firing and maybe the enemy would too. There's also Rubin, the machine gunner who will tear through people like tissue paper. And then there's me, the point rifleman, the guy who end's up dying first in the movies 'cause he walks straight into the crosshairs...or the mines...or anything else that could kill me.
I'm not ready to die, hell I don't think anyone here is, but we sure know that we can and some will. But when death stares you in the face, you might as well fuck him up as much as you can.