<strong>Pvt. Cooper - 3rd Squad - APC</strong><br/><br/>Cooper nearly jumped off of the narrow metal seat, surprised as he was by Marcus' slap on the back.<br/><em><br/>“Nice ass, huh? 20 says I break her in before you do, game?.”</em><br/><br/>He didn't want to bet the man -- a bet he'd probably lose anyway. He just wanted him to shut the hell up before more attention was drawn his way. He'd been caught red-handed, sure. But the whole squad didn't need to know about it. Especially not the Gunnery Sergeant and.... he looked guiltily over at the electronics specialist, Arca, but couldn't tell whether she'd caught anything of the exchange. It was damn noisy inside this metal box. Maybe it'd be all right. He hadn't been with the squad long enough to get a nickname. It'd be just his luck if he got stuck with "Perv" or "Ass-man" or something worse.<br/><br/>It had taken way too long for any response from him to be considered a quick comeback now. So he just leaned over toward Marcus and tried to talk quietly enough that his voice wouldn't carry, loud enough to be heard over the grinding engine. "Ah... no bet, man. Just... um... let me know when you're done with her. So I can get my turn."<br/><br/><em>Smooth, Ed.</em><br/><br/>