<strong>Pvt. Cooper - 3rd Squad</strong><br/><br/><em>“Deep breaths, lover boy!” [Marcus] called out when he saw that Cooper was still breathing. “You hurt? If not, get your ass up and kill something!”</em><br/><br/><em>[Lt. Mengsk:] "Matthais, Sargent get in there and open a path. Cooper on your feet and help them out!"</em><br/><br/>There was nothing Cooper would rather do. First live fire he'd ever seen, and he was lying in the dirt. The pain didn't matter right now - he had half a dozen little pills in the medkit that would take care of that, as soon as he had a chance to breath. With a muffled grunt he got his feet under him and pushed himself up and forward, toward the door. That was where the shots had come from, but the LT knew that as well as he did. If that's the direction he was ordered to go, then that was where he was going.<br/><br/>Cooper fell in behind Mathias, coming into position just as the gouts of flames finished splashing off of the ceiling above them. If whoever was inside had any sense, they'd hold their fire. And if they didn't, then Cooper reckoned he'd have a lot more patching up to do real fast. The kit had six small tubs of burn cream. It'd be a real shame if he ran out just before he got to the bastard who'd shot him.<br/><br/>