[b]03:29 Hours
23 August, 2550
Marine Operations Staging Area[/b]

Corporal Acosta sat in full kit watching the new guys squabble and dick dance around. She was already annoyed and the noise wasn't making her situation more tolerable. The corpsman felt tired from last night. She had a few drinks with the supply sergeant who she ran into at the cantina, she ended up staying the night in his room. Acosta reached in her leg pouch and grabbed a can of dip, she had picked up the habit in the field with the Marines and preferred its edge over smoking though she was a social smoker. Disgusting habit, but she didn't give a shit, she knew the causes of cancer. Acosta is a medical professional. After packing the can she pinched some of the product and stuck it under her lip. It was time for work. 

Acosta went around the room regardless of rank and checked their aid kits making sure none of them were short on medical supplies as well as checking their water sources were full. The experienced marines were squared away, but some of the new dicks were low on supplies and water. 

She told one of the new guys, PFC Truman, to fill up on water. "C'mon Doc," he argued. [b]"Fill it up with fucking water, goddamn it!"[/b] she ordered him. Next she had PFC Crawley stock her aid kit properly. [b]"This will save your life, I'm sure you know how to use this properly,"[/b] she went off about the combat action tourniquet as she handed her a new one. Doc made sure all of them were squared away answering a few questions about nasopharyngeal airways and pressure dressings. They all needed a refresher on a combat lifesaver's course. She would make sure they knew how to save lives when push comes to shove, if she wasn't around of course. 

Acosta rolled her eyes as she approached her friend and fellow corpsman, Corporal Silva who was hanging out with Gunnery Sergeant Mullan. [b]"These new dicks, I tell you.."[/b]