"Scarface? That can be my new nickname." Otis said, as he ran through a functions check of the weapon. It was simple for the most part. He just had no idea how to field strip it, so cleaning would be a difficult. He would figure out how to field strip it on his own. As for now, he needed to find a strap for his weapon. It came in the form of a tan nylon strap with two clips, one on each end. It was a good length and he could adjust it easy enough.

Next problem was the field load combat carrier. He found a simple nylon belt that had suspenders with magazine pouches on one side(assuming it was the front). It had a good amount of magazine room, so he put it on and started stuffing magazines into it. Then he started unloading his backpack, keeping a few pairs of clothes and dumping out the laptop and the extra shoes. After that, he started collecting and filling magazines and throwing them in his backpack.

He would be a juggernaut. It was best not to have a machinegun if you wanted to travel light and get anywhere. Of course the light infantry that was supposed to be the embodiment of airborne never really traveled that light. They would usually end up with a hundred pounds of gear or more. Especially Otis, who was the SAW gunner in his team. He despised the SAW, as it was head weighted, and you carried almost the same weight as a 240 gunner, except you had to carry it all yourself and you had no ammo bearer or assistant gunner. Not to mention you also had to clear rooms with your team.

His concentration was suddenly destroyed when he heard a gunshot and he looked up to see the whiny Irishman dancing around with a bleeding foot. "You fucking retard. That's what you get when you don't allow your people to have guns. They kill themselves. No doubt a bunch of Japanese are killing themselves now, just trying to figure out how to use a gun on a fucking zombie." Otis had the most pissed off look on his face. 

He kept working, now working a little faster with the addition of a speedloader. He still looked pissed off as he shook his head. "I ain't helping him. Your problem."