[url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/fail-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200319/122462c3cb9b6fc141cc353f34243d31.png[/img][/url] She had managed to guess correctly. Really it had been simple. There was a grand total of jack shit to do here besides get high and figure out new ways to waste time. Counting the cannons going off was one she had used before. [color=darkseagreen]"Those things will take your whole finger off if you don't watch it and run out of ammo just when some fuck gets right up in your face with a bayonet. Switched mine out as soon as possible."[/color] Morgan gave the pistol holstered at her side a pat, unwilling to go unarmed even behind lines. [color=darkseagreen]"My Hi-Powered is just as deadly and carries more bullets, plus it won't snap my wrist in half when I fire it. And I have a Python for I really need to fuck shit up."[/color] Just soldier's talk, a simultaneous dick measuring contest and a way to kill time. [color=darkseagreen]"It's Morgan. Miracle Morgan, cuz it's a miracle I'm still alive."[/color] She let out a harsh bark of a life, like a rabid dog warning others not to get to close. [color=darkseagreen]"And you're Sergeant Whittaker. I'm a leatherneck but they have me just filling in for whoever needs it right now."[/color] That's all she was, the one who did jobs too dirty for others and took the place of people who got themselves shot or blown to pieces or hit with a Section 8. back at boot camp she had gotten saddled with handling the M60 and now there was always some dick was always calling for her to translate what some ditch-digger was babbling about or telling her to get on her belly and crawl into snake infested holes to blow up ammo caches. [color=darkseagreen]"That's what they're telling me. If you need a dink to get shot to shit, detonated or spoken to I'm the one who does the shooting, detonating and talking."[/color] The angry little bitch rolled her eyes at the warning and took another long drag on her cigarette. [color=darkseagreen]"What else is new? If they have a problem we'll work it out."[/color] By which she meant she'd feed them their fucking teeth. And the FNGs opened their mouths. There was a misconception among civilians that Marines were all just rough and tumble ready to roll killing machines. Clearly that wasn't the case, some of them were apparently brain dead bimbos who just narrowly avoided blowing their stupid heads off when they held their first rifle. [color=darkseagreen]"Don't call him sir, he actually works for a living."[/color]Her rebuke was quick but Lucas was quicker, telling them off immediately. Better he than her honestly. Her reprimand likely would have come as a slap to the face. The Negro mechanic was still there opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water. Couldn't keep up with the conversation huh? Oh well, it wasn't Miracle's job to sit there and wait for her like a kindergarten teacher. The Sargent's under breath comment hadn't gone unnoticed, Miracle ruminating on it as the fresh meat apologized and he fucked off somewhere. She was adept at hiding her uglier feelings, keeping her face stony as she dealt with her stomach tying itself in knots. [color=darkseagreen]"Can you two knock it off with the faggot shit?."[/color] There was something especially heart-rending about that kind of language. Her casual racism was easier to explain away, the people here weren’t her mother. Mà was a hard worker who tried her best to make a better life unlike the rest of these coolies. But seeing these two was different. Looking at them meant confronting something she wanted desperately but would never be able to find. [color=darkseagreen]"I mean for Crissakes go find a broom closet or something."[/color] Piece by piece and day by day she was growing to hate herself more and more.