As everyone shouted different more motivating things, there was one marine corporal who really didn't care. He sat and listened to some smooth classic rock that kept him calm. He pulled out a cigarette and began smoking it, after a quick flick of a lighter brought it to life. Right now, he was inhaling tobacco. Once they were off the dropship, he would be smoking something less than legal. He had never been caught, and he was a fine marine, no one really bothered him so often to find out what he smoked during firefights.
His name was Cleon Mantis, but he liked it best when people called him "Rooster". He was almost always calm and almost never angry.
Cleon finally chimed into the conversation with, "Have a little faith, baby! Have a little faith." He didn't like it when people brought down the mood. "Don't be hitting me with them negative waves so early, baby." He said in a new agey hippy kind of way, but nonetheless, his voice was still masculine and surprisingly deep. "Let's have some positive waves!"
A lot of people would dislike him for the way he talked, but he didn't care. He looked to the new private and the new medic, "Have a little faith, baby! With positive waves like this, who could lose?" He said in reference to the music.
Even though he didn't seem like a leader, he was a corporal. He had figured he would be stuck at the rank of Lance corporal for the rest of his career, but he somehow managed corporal, and E4 pay was pretty darn nice.
Cleon had headphones around his neck that blared a song called Take Me to Heaven. It was a very smooth song, with a ukelele that gave it that Hawaiian island sound. He nodded his head along with the music, smoking his cigarette, and looking all around like nothing was any different about this period of time.
His name was Cleon Mantis, but he liked it best when people called him "Rooster". He was almost always calm and almost never angry.
Cleon finally chimed into the conversation with, "Have a little faith, baby! Have a little faith." He didn't like it when people brought down the mood. "Don't be hitting me with them negative waves so early, baby." He said in a new agey hippy kind of way, but nonetheless, his voice was still masculine and surprisingly deep. "Let's have some positive waves!"
A lot of people would dislike him for the way he talked, but he didn't care. He looked to the new private and the new medic, "Have a little faith, baby! With positive waves like this, who could lose?" He said in reference to the music.
Even though he didn't seem like a leader, he was a corporal. He had figured he would be stuck at the rank of Lance corporal for the rest of his career, but he somehow managed corporal, and E4 pay was pretty darn nice.
Cleon had headphones around his neck that blared a song called Take Me to Heaven. It was a very smooth song, with a ukelele that gave it that Hawaiian island sound. He nodded his head along with the music, smoking his cigarette, and looking all around like nothing was any different about this period of time.