Michael O'Shay<br/><br/>O'Shay nodded back to the Lieutenant as he walked past.  "Sir." He had served with him for 2 years now and they had developed a good working relationship.  Taking after his namesake, "Caesar" focused on the big picture of the mission while he filled in the details.  Despite being an officer's son, he had gone through the suck in boot camp.  He had to respect him for that alone, but it also gave him a common touch too many officers lack.<br/><br/>He nodded to Senjo as she walked past, as she gave him an unintentional eyeful.  Her actual name was longer, but he could never remember it.  He wasn't sure what bothered him the most about her: that she was a synth, that she was so distant, that she was non-USMC personnel, or that she was so damn easy on the eyes in spite of being a synth.  Her intelligence, programmed or not, intrigued and chilled him.   Though distant, her demeanor still could be mistaken for human.  Regardless of all that, as the only non-Marine female on this trip, it was difficult not to ogle her a bit.  She was a mystery.  Still, he had a demeanor to keep up.<br/><br/>Roman, shortened to Rome, was already doing pull-ups.  "That's it, leatherneck! That's what I want to see! Dedication!"   He hadn't liked that at first, but his secrets were his own.   He had a drive and a will to survive that was always refreshing to see.  His determination was certainly one stemmed from wanting to distance oneself from one's past.  O'Shay had been worried after seeing his rather empty background as well as his write ups and demotions.  He had decided to give Rome a chance and he was rewarding his faith.  He had the raw strength to wield the Smart gun, but also the precision and fire discipline to use it well.<br/><br/>Widow had already hustled in and out.  She had gotten that name after breaking the noses of several Marines who had tried to get too familiar on shore leave one time.  Her father was a Marine too and it showed.  He was aware of their difficult relationship.  Anytime, she spoke of her father, he could hear the conflict.  One of her reasons for joining had been to be closer to her father.  She wanted to prove she was his equal.  He liked her fiery determination and her no nonsense attitude.  She would make a fine leader when the time came.  He was then reminded that after this mission she would have enough hours of combat time for consideration for Corporal.  It was a formality as he already knew she was ready to be an NCO.<br/><br/>Zippo was another Marine brat.  He seemed to have a lot of them.  Due to her girly-girl nature and relatively young age, he had taken to calling her 'Jailbait' for awhile.  He would never forget the day he walked in to berate for being slow to dress.  She had tossed several heavy military manuals and a teddy bear at him for 'not knocking' and 'being a pervert'.  She had forgotten that there's no time for privacy in the Corp.  Since then, she had more than made up for it with her skill with the Flamethower on the practice range.  In her first operation, she had held 2 squads of enemies at bay while accounting for 4 kills.  From that day forward, she was Zippo.<br/><br/>Reaper was the ranking NCO behind him.  He could certainly shoot as well as any Marine.  No that was wrong.  He was one of the best marksmen he had seen in some time.  His cold demeanor, the source of his name, was something that unsettled him.  He had joined as soon as he was 18, perhaps to escape a dull or chaotic life.  Even if he did not like his coldness, he understood mission priorities and how to look out for the team.  That kind of cold, hard thinking had served him well as a fire team leader.<br/><br/>Gizmo was a "chucklehead" as he liked to call him.  He ranked very average in aptitude but extraordinary in anything relating to electronics, hence his name.  What he lacked in strength or marksmanship, he made up for in brains.  More than once, his aptitude had coaxed a dud pulse rifle back to life.  He still remembered the time he brought an APC back from the dead with a little ingenuity and some wire clamps.  He would see to it that he got put into the Combat Engineers when the time came, but for now he still needed to learn to shoot.<br/><br/><br/><br/>After kicking everyone out of bed, he busied himself with a quick 20 pushups and situps followed by wash room cleanup.  He stuck a stogie in his ear and joined the rest of his men in chow.  He went right ahead to the chow line.  "Now this here's the life.  Three hots when we need 'em.  Mmm-MMM! Don't never say the Corp don't take care of you!"