"Look at him, he's smitten!" Grinned Chad as he rolled over and pushed Casper off.
"Awww, is little Specter gonna fall in loooove?" Crooned Casper, crawling to his feet and poking Marcus in the ribs despite the other batting him away.
"Shut up guys!" Groaned Marcus, snatching up his shirt now and pulling it on over his head. Kyle pushed Chad and Casper aside, throwing an arm around MArcus's shoulder with a fathering look on his face.
"Now, as your superior officer Marcus I feel like we should talk about the birds and the bees. See, bees are sexual deviants and, whoa what happened there!?" He thumbed Marcus's bruised jaw, a toothy grin splitting his face. "Daw did little Marcus get beat up by his girlfriend?" Marcus shrugged him off, face bright red as he stormed out the room.
"Wouldn't you like to know where I got that!" He called after them, earning a chorus of cat calls and whoops from the other three as he started for the showers. "Idiots..."
this was Marcus's second squad, his first having lost to many to remain a squad. Marcus and the other remaining soldier had been shipped off into other groups. Marcus had joined Kyle's Strike team, consisting of the four of them as specialists in recon, up close and from a distance. Their call signs all were themed, Marcus's being Specter, Kyle being Phantom, Chad was Wraith, and Casper was Ghost. They were one of a few teams built around subtlety, and despite their boisterous attitudes in the barracks they were one of the most successful strike teams in the field. Part of that due to Marcus's sniping. They were good guys all of them, but Marcus new at least Casper had some problems with stalking kills and home invasions. And he knew Kyle had nightmares almost on a regular biases. They never were discussed though, each man having his own scars and dealing with them in their own way as they worked their bloody work. At least in downtime they worked hard to make up for it.