Marine Operations Staging Area, 03:29

The 1st squad supports-man looked over at the recruits, chuckling when he sees their fearful expressions turned toward the staff sergeant of his squad goes over to them, putting them in line. Sometimes he wondered if his own father would be intimidated by Archer, daddy was one mean son of a bitch they'll tell you. Right before the closed coffin they had to put his pieces in, he left quite the bit of scars on that Guta, the bowie knife having dried blood on it along with a couple pieces of flesh when given to the eight year old McCoy. 

He frowned at that thought, quickly shaking his head to pull his head out of his ass as he looked down at his helmet that he held in his hands with his father's old knife sheathed in the holster on the right side of his chest, along with the newest attachment his wife sent him in his boot, a short blade machete to get him out of a malfunctioning jet pack. Thing had a square shape, the blade a titanium carbide ten-inch chopper style. Apparently some new recruits into the special ops were doing a training excise, one of them getting cocky and flying into some tree line, where a stray branch got into one of the thrusters, the trooper panicking and leaving behind a nice size crater.

Gatling smiled slightly at the paranoia his wife had for him, making mental note to send his wife something in return, lord knows the woman deserved it other than their usual video call, along with the occasional nudity pic he would send her through tac pad, with him doing the same. He shook his head of such thoughts immediately, blue balls the [I]very[/I] last thing he needed right now. To preoccupy himself he slung his M738 and M319 over his shoulders, his helmet being held in his arm as he walked over to make sure he got his ammo and frags. 

He quickly stood up to make his way to the loading bench, seeing Ready already making rounds to it as he walked beside him, the men exchanging nods in a silent greeting before going back to collecting their clips, Gatling having set his helmet on the bench as he loaded up is clips for his SAW and grenade launcher. He took a peak over at Ready's hair, furrowing his eyebrows as he has been secretly wondering if the two had the same hairstyle and beard/mustache combo, with Ready's being thicker.