@Everyone +<i>SSG420's Coyne Write-Off Post</i><br/><br/>Coyne was full of piss and vinegar, and though that could potentially kill any experienced soldier if fate was unkind, her bravado served to bolster a group of men's spirits and establish herself as their squad leader. Said men, who were combat medics stationed at the nearby Spielothek Casino's Forward Operating Base (FOB), took the woman aside and patched up her light wounds only for her to leap back outside- now with kevlar protecting her uniform- on a mission to recover any dead or disoriented men and women in the wake of the first Katyusha Rocket Barrage. Naturally, the CMs followed Coyne, though she chose to head north from Spielothek Casino towards the 1st DL north of the bridge.<br/><br/>There she would be cut off from the current group, but that was not something to mourn over. Coyne had her priorities set, and so did the previous group.<br/><br/>"Motherfucker! Put me- Put me down goddammit!"<br/><br/>Marcia Cervantes, however, had no priorities other than that she really, really wanted to be put down. Blood trickled down the side of her face from what looked to be a cut in her temple, though with the dirt and debris and the dead, mutilated corpses of a few unfortunate soldiers nearby, it was unknown if that blood was even hers, or if the cut was worth freaking out over- or if there was a cut at all. What was clearly apparent, however, was that Marcia looked shell-shocked in the kindest, lightest of meanings. The Latina's heard muffled noises, but she could sense the pounding vibrations of rockets falling around their position. In due time she recovered enough to hear things again.<br/><br/>"Get- McNab?!" For a moment the East Berlin chill faded as Marcia felt the PFC's warmth rush into her. She blinked, looked up at him and maintained a few seconds of silence before slamming a hand into his chest like a child against an unmovable object. "Hey! Put me down!" Her M9 was held in her other hand, but without her kevlar armor and M16A2, she felt naked. And right now, being naked in a man's arms with rockets falling all around her wasn't what she wanted. "Goddammit, I can walk-<i>I can walk, McNab!</i>"<br/><br/>What she didn't know was that her kevlar armor, helmet and carbine had been ripped to shreds by a stray rocket, and while anyone could say that there was still a chance to get a weapon or extra piece of equipment from the disfigured rack those things were attached to, that second Katyusha Rocket Barrage was still incoming. So too was that T-72 tank, Russian infantry and... Jesus Christ, were those landing crafts scooting across the Oder river?