[center][b][color=598527][h3]LT. Commander Brine Sharp[/h3][/color][/b][/center]
As I walked to my room after stopping by the mess I glance at my room  assignment and get my room number, it was a little difficult to do with an armload of food and water in one hand, my luggage in the other and having to reach into the opposite pocket with the one hand, but after a moment I got the information I needed and proceeded to the appropriate room. Preoccupied with balancing everything I had in my hands I didn't see it was Marksman I was bunking with when I walked in or when I had checked the list. When I realized that it was him in the room I froze long enough to be sure I wasn't going to baserk again then as cold and calm as I am when sniping I saluted and said,[color=598527][b]"Sir!"[/b][/color].

[color=0054a6][center][b][h3]Petty Officer Derek Benson[/h3][/b][/center][/color]

Wait who was this? I was supposed to be bunking with that other guy, what's his name, O well. [color=0054a6]"Yeah that's me."[/color] I say then throw a sloppy two fingered salute when I see the Sargent insignia on his shoulder. [color=0054a6]"Do me, and yourself, a favor and don't touch the bed."[/color] I say as I get up and unplug my booby trap, damp cloth and a bare wire or two would have been great to watch but this guy didn't deserve it.