Snippet #1336283

Marcus look into his canteen and sighed before handing it to the soldier next to him. "Pass it around." Drinking increased moral. Moral decreased causalities. Marcus hated losing men. "Водка наш враг, поэтому мы истребил его." It was an old Russian proverb and it seemed fitting for the situation. 'Vodka is our enemy so we'll utterly consume it'. He laughed thinking back to when he had heard the phrase for the first time and had thought someone was insulting him because he couldn't hold his liquor.

Turning his attention to the girl who had just introduced herself Marcus took her hand and shook as was polite. "Gunnery Sergeant Marcus Shepard, though I prefer Marcus. Its nice to meet you Vikky, though I wish it had been under better circumstance." She was so young, it just seemed wrong to put her on the front lines, but Marcus knew the necessity. He looked back at Adrian, the man did look a little crazy and kinda pathetic. Marcus didn't know much about him but had done a mission with him a while back so he knew he was a good soldier. "Don't mind Adrian. I think he left something important behind but he's good at what he does. I'd be more worried about Swagger there. Guy's a god damn loony toon."

He watched out of the corner of his eye as his canteen floated around the BTR, everyone taking a good drink of it. Damn Russians, as fun as they were to be around it was getting really expensive to buy alcohol. He looked over each man, memorizing the features. He wished he could complain but he knew that at least one of these men wouldn't be riding back with them, it was best to let them drink while they still could.