Livin’ The Brother Hood // A Generation Kill Fanfic
AN: Welcome to my first real book! I won’t disclose too much information on it, to which I want you to learn for yourself. But this is a Brad Colbert story including all of the boys from my favorite HBO series of all time. I do not own any rights to this whatsoever. I hope everyone enjoys! It might be a little cringe since it is my first book, but we shall see.
Chapter One: The Becoming
The base bustled with men. Officers scurried about, carrying maps, boxes, and order from Godfather. PT being held in all different corners and spaces inside the large span of fence that circled around the fob. Marines sat on crates and shot the shit with their pals and battle buddies, boonie hats on top of their heads. Some had mustaches for the battalion mustache growing competition. Free time on the base could be rare, or as common as the flies that flew on a dead republican guard soldier. Though, most men sat in there racks, dining hall, or in the Porter Johns either doing their business, or having fun with some Porn Magazines.
Though, their was one lone female Marine that walked on the base, bags filled her hands truck since she had gotten back form the PX. The young twenty-four year old stood at the height of 5'3, 5'4 and a half when wearing her boots. Her long brown hair tucked into a sleek and tightly pulled buck bun. Of course military standard for a woman. Her name tape on her BDUs read Bisset. Though, most men just called her by her first name. Kyra.
The female walked past many men and officers, ignoring the catcalls and giving a smile to men that waved out to her. A few sweat beads slipped down her forehead from the immense heat Iraq had been dispensing. Though, the small smile of hers never leaving her face. The sun gleamed into her brown orbs, sunglasses being difficult to wear due to her glasses. Contacts weren't to be worn, in case of sand storms or any eye infections they could cause without being washed. Little Kyra never complained though, she just sucked it up and dealt with the rules as they said.
Kyra approached her tent that had her rack within it. Along with her fellow Marines, and some of her closest friends. The female devil-dog ducked her head under one of the flaps as she shuffled her way into the tent. Everyone's gaze went right up to her as the sound of her boots come into the surprisingly quiet tent. Well, despite a few separate conversations, the tent filled with Marines was quiet compared to the loud antics that usually filled it. Most of the men's faces lit up seeing the female, especially since the bags she had been carrying was filled with mail, ripped fuel, snacks, and god knows whatever else the young woman had been sent out to grab.
"Hey guys, I got the shit from the PX," Kyra spoke up, now everyone's attention was grabbed and now focused on the small Marine in front of her. She gently placed the bags down and began removing the items from each bag and quickly organizing them into piles. Marines circled around her and patiently waited for the female to be done sorting through everything. And once Kyra finished and stood up, all hell broke loose. The men, quickly began grabbing at their items harshly and pushing through each other. The girl watched as Ray practically did a dive bomb to grab a Playboy magazine that had been sitting on the middle of the pile. She couldn't help but laugh and shit on a crate, mentally thanking that she was out of the hot sun as she removed her cover from the top of her head along with her blouse.
"Kyra, you fucking goddess. You amaze me on how the fuck you get all this by yourself. Hell, not even the officers can get all this different type of shit in one go," Ray questioned as he looked at the girl. His arms carried ripped fuel, a can of dip, the looks of two Porn magazines, and the look of pure and utter amazement plastered onto his features. Kyra smiled and shrugged, a small laugh leaving her lips. The rest of the men turned and raised a brow, the looks on their faces showing that they also were now questioning the female's abilities.
"I don't know honestly. I go and ask for the stuff needed, they look at me, and don't ask questions. Not even about the Porn mags! What the hell am I going to do with like five Porn mags that I managed to snag? Maybe it's because the guys down there haven't seen a woman in so long that they think I'll just drop on my knees for him just for all the supplies. Or, maybe it's because they feel sorry for me that I'm with all your sorry asses that they don't even want to question me," Kyra smirked as she pushed herself off the crate. Looking over at Ray who had a fake look of hurt on his face. Along with about four other guys. Those guys being Rudy, Garza, Walt, and Lilley. Though, those wen away quickly as they turned and walked towards their cots, happiness etched on their faces as they carried their armful of shit with them.
A small chuckle was heard from the left of the tent. Kyra followed the sound and met with no other than Brad Colbert. She turned and raised an eyebrow at the lanky man which laid down in front of her feet. "What are you laughing at Iceman?" She asked, a small smile spreading on her lips. The Marine glanced up from his laptop on his lap to look up to the female, his smirk still there.
"Just the fact that when you showed up here you were such a sweet, innocent girl. And I think after you stayed with us blood thirsty, war crazed Marines. Now you've turned into a sarcastic, not as innocent before, little pit bull of a woman," he spoke, closing his laptop and scooting himself upward. Pressing his back up against his ruck sack to support himself. Kyra tilted her head towards the man and gave him just as big of a smirk.
"Who said I wasn't like that before Sergeant Colbert?" she asked, giving him a cheeky wink and turning around. Brad just chuckled and went and grabbed his portion of letters. Nothing too exciting, just some school kids like normal. Which he didn't even bother opening any of them, just tossing them to the side. Nonchalantly letting his eyes wander to the female walking towards her cot. His eyes slowly, but definitely, traveling below her waist. Though, of course, he wasn't the only one. All the men did it, whether they had wives or girlfriends. Therefore, Brad Colbert wasn't all that affected by his own actions.
"Hey Rudy, I'm going for a run, want to come with? I don't like running alone," The female Marine asked, looking over at Rudy. Everyone's eyes followed to the two, though continuing with what they were. Rudy was practically already standing and changing into his PT shorts before she could even finish her sentence. That man never turned down a chance at working out in any sorts. Kyra chuckled and turned for towards all the men. "See, I'm going to tell you guys to turn around so I can change. Though, I know that most of you will look anyways. But, I would appreciate it if you would turn around," Kyra spoke, crossing her arms and looking between all the men. They all put their hands up in surrender and looked away, but they all were most likely going to take a peak at least. But, they all respected the woman, no matter what they said or anything. All of the men in the tent grew to care about the female. Nothing weird, though they did care.
Kyra began to peel her normal everyday shirt and felt somewhat cleaner after taking off the sweat-filled shirt and air hitting her skin outside of her sports bra. I sigh of relief left the woman's lips before pulling on her PT shirt. Next, she slipped off her pants. Leaving her in her normal spandex shorts that she wore. Now was the time most men took their glances. Even Rudy. It was a perfect shot for the men. What man wouldn't look was the question.
Ray slapped Brad's shoulder, and the Iceman lifted his head to look at the Corporal. Ray, his face a tinge bit red, his eyes widened slightly. The Sergeant raised and eyebrow at him, not understanding why he was acting that way. That was until Ray tilted his head to the female Marine that was slightly bent over in spandex. One thing that Kyra had to understand quickly as the only American woman for probably miles and miles, is that she couldn't get embarrassed with "invasion" of privacy. There wasn't really such thing as privacy here anyways. So, getting changed into PT gear around a bunch of men was the least of her worries.
Brad looked at the view in front of him and puffed out his cheeks slightly. He looked at Ray and a small smirk displayed on his lips. Turning back to look at Kyra. Who was now hiking up her shorts. The sergeant shook his head slightly and looked back at his laptop. Acting as if the image he was just staring at didn't affect him in any ways. Though, it did. And it was now burned into his head, which he didn't particularly mind in any sense.
Kyra ran out with Rudy and all the men began chuckle among themselves. Ray, like the oblivious man he is, was clueless on what the joke was. "What are you guys all laughing at?" he asked, standing, going through his short stack of letters. The guys shook there head and Ray looked across to Trombley. Who looked just as confused.
"That girl is a different breed. But I love it," Espera spoke up, a smirk on his lips as he shook his head. Many others chimed in with a nod of agreement. Ray understood but he still wanted to be the loud mouth he was and speak his strong opinions freely. Like usual. So he slapped down the letters to his side and pushes himself up. Taking long strides around the tent.
"All I know, is she is one fine bitch," he spoke with a chuckle. The Marine never knew how to use his head sometimes. Though, many jumped to the woman's defense. Ray looked at them, confusion, but yet fear filled his eyes at the look of about fifteen men jumped up to look at him. Most of the men viewed he female Marine as a best friend, some as a little sister almost. So, hearing Ray speak on her name in such way, even if he was some blood thirsty Marine warrior, was a total no go. And every man in the platoon, company even, knew that. Though, Ray still never understood that.
"That ain't screwby man," Q-Tip was the first to jump to the defense. The other men followed, circling in on small Ray. Who was now frightened to say the least. If Brad didn't speak up, the guys might've attacked him much worse like the protective group of individuals did best.
"You men leave Ray alone, you guys can't even deny looking either and thinking the same way. And some of you have wives and girlfriends. So you whiskey tango fucks go sit down and shut the fuck up," Brad didn't even need to look up from his laptop to know that the guys listened to his orders. The grumbles and mutters of threats and swear and the sounds of shuffling boots were plenty enough. A smile grew on his lip as he glanced up at Ray. Ray puffed out his cheeks and let out a sigh of relief as he walked to his cot. He patted Brad's shoulder.
"Thank you my savior, Mr. Brad Colbert. I could've died right there," Ray spoke sarcastically, as he pressed his palms together and bowed. Standing up quickly and giving him a mocking salute. Brad just chuckled and looked back at his laptop, pretty much ignoring Ray's antics as usual. It was better for his mental health if he did.
About an hour later, Kyra and Rudy ran into the tent. Sweat dripped down their forehead and their hair clung to their skin. Kyra's hair was still in the tight bun, just now a few free strands. She panted slightly as Rudy walked past her, striding to his cot to peel off his sweat drenched clothes. Kyra's face was flushed, but clearly not just from the heat, but her facials expression showed it was from anger and embarrassment. The guys quickly noticed her actions and the vibe she was radiating off. Espera cocked an eyebrow at her.
"What's wrong pretty white lady?" The Marine asked and leaned back against a beam. She looked at him and pressed her lips together. Kyra inhaled sharply as she reached behind her, pulling her brown locks of hair out of her bun and letting it hit her shoulders. A loud sigh left her lips as she ran her fingers through it. The woman angrily tugged off her PT shorts and yanked on her service pants.
"Fucking Captain America man. Every time he sees me he has to stop whatever I'm doing just to hit on me. It's constant and he is so gross!" Kyra groaned. She quickly walked to her cot and peeled off her sweat filled PT shirt. "Like honestly Poke! I've down right told him I wasn't interested and it's against the rules for an officer to come after a Corporal. Once he grabbed my waist while I was fixing up a truck and said he was 'grabbing me fore balance'!" she continued, pulling on her other shirt. The guys chuckled while some shook their heads. Captain America was hated by many. He wasn't that good of a leader, he was hot headed and an overall cry baby. And it was either the highest in our command knew that, or was just as a oblivious as a deer getting hit at night.
"Ah Captain America, whiskey tango retard right there. If I see him doing that shit, I'm putting an end to it," Poke added. He was the most like a big brother to the female. Very protective. He saw his wife and daughter within Kyra. Just something about her reminded him about his family he missed back at home. He immediately took her under his wing, teaching her things and teasing her the most. Kyra smiled and went and sat next to Trombley. the female shut her eyes and smiled softly, shaking her head.
"Don't worry brother, I can take on a man like him. Captain America's dick is so far up where it came from he just like any other bitch out on the street," Kyra spoke, stealing Trombley's package of Skittles. Pouring a few of them in her hand and popping them one at a time into her mouth. Tossing them back to the now frowning Trombley. Espera chuckled and walked over to her ruffling her hair, making it poof out and cover her face. Kyra fixed her hair out of her face just in time for the platoon's commander, Lieutenant Fick to enter the room. A man in civilian clothes carrying a small ruck sack over his shoulder. This definitely captured all of the Marine's attention.
"This is a journalist that's going to be heading out with us. He's from Rolling Stone so be gentle," Fick talked. Pappy approached the grubby looking man. "Pappy take care of things around here. I have a battalion meeting. Don't let anything happen alright?" asked the Lieutenant. Pappy only nodded in response, his eyes never leaving the reporter. You could see the tension as the two just stared at each other whilst Fick left the tent.
"Rolling Stone? What are you going to write about how we're all baby killers and mother rapers?" Asked Pappy. And just like that, all the guys began to gang up on the reporter. Kyra sat there, and annoyed look on her face. She didn't exactly like when the group of Marines began ganging up on people for no particular reason. It was one thing when it was all in good fun or they did something so stupid they deserved it. But this guy hadn't even been in the fucking tent for more than five minutes and the guys were eating the poor dude alive. You could see the overwhelmed look on the reporters face as he didn't know how to respond to the eight Marines that began bombarding him.
"Would you guys shut the fuck up and let the guy do his job? Before he starts meditating or some shit," Kyra shouted whilst leaning against a her ruck sack. Of course she had to add a little bit of teasing into it. All the guys, Pappy, Ray, Espera, Garza, and the rest of the men turned to face the female. A look of aggravation before huffing loudly and returning to what they were doing previously. The reporter glanced at her, a small smile spreading on his lips. The female gave him a slight nod and stood, walking over to Ray and Brad. Watching as the reporter tripped over a box and chuckled at his fuck ups. She sat on Ray's cot and leaned her side on the ruck sack he used as a pillow. Kyra quickly fell asleep listening to Ray's billion bullshit war theories and talks about girls.
About thirty minutes passed and the Reporter, which his name the men learned was Evan Wright, glanced at the sleeping female who was curled up on Ray's cot. Brad had draped a blanket over her and Ray, like the gentleman he is, did not move from his spot on the cot so Kyra was in a ball.
"So, is she the only girl out of this entire place?" Wright asked no one in particularly. This time, Sergeant Colbert piped up and looked at the past Hustler writer over his Hustler Magazine. His face stone cold.
"She is off limits. Especially to any liberal hippy ass reporter from Rolling Stone," He warned. Wright looked at him in shock and then shook his head. A nervous chuckle left his lips. Though, no one was laughing. Especially Brad. That thousand yard stare still on his face.
"Oh no, I have a girlfriend back at home. I was just asking for the article," Wright began to ramble in defense. Brad just continued to dead pan stare at the civilian. Soon, he returned back to reading his magazine. Wright just nodded slightly and sat on his cot, looking around to everyone who were all doing their own thing. That was until it was seen that Ray was trying to pull some sort of prank on sleeping Kyra.
That prank came to a quick stop when Espera came up behind him, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back. "No way man, you can do that to anyone else but you know that girl barely gets to sleep," He scolded, Ray nodded. Not putting up a fight he went to sit on the end of his cot. Silently muttering to himself that is wasn't his fault that the girl fell asleep on his cot.
Wright looked up at Espera and stood to look at him. "So what is the story with her? How come she is the only girl?" he asked, slightly confused at the situation. "Isn't that dangerous or a rule breaker?" Espera just looked at him and did a little shrug.
"I don't know dawg, we really don't know much about her. I heard she was dropped off at the front of the Marine Corps Headquarters in a basket," he smirked. Wright gave him a face that proved that the answer he received got him nowhere. Though, after Stafford and Garza laughed, Wright gave up and just sat back down on his cot and began jotting down notes in his little notebook.
No more than five minutes later, Kyra awoke and looked at her watch. The female shot upwards and began quickly yanking her hair into a mediocre bun. "Fuck, I have to do supply check! I knew I shouldn't of let myself fall asleep," she cursed as she scurried around to grab her blouse and pull it on. Grabbing her cover and she was out of the tent like a rocket. It must've been two minutes and she was done and out of the tent. Wright sat there, amazed and confused at what just happened. Whilst Espera look at Ray with a look that said 'proving my point'. Ray rolled his eyes and stole his own cot back happily. A smile plastered on Brad's face as he laughed slightly.
"Are we not going to talk about how Brad stuck up for Kyra first? With that whole 'off limits' thing?" Ray randomly started. No one really payed attention. Like I said before, it was better for many people's health just to ignore Ray Person and his not stop mouth. Brad didn't even look at him, focused on tweaking with his laptop. Ray just sat there, his mouth open. Not believing that no one wasn't paying attention to it. But soon he shut up and laid back down. Mumbling pretty much nonsense as he pulled his blanket over himself.
It had grown dark shortly. Most Marines were busy fixing up their cots and just chatting among themselves. Kyra trudged into the tent, her face tired and her hair messier than it was when she left those hours ago. The Marines left awake, Garza, Stafford, Colbert, Person, Hasser, and Rudy, all looked up to stare at the disheveled woman. She sighed heavily and pulled her knotted hair out of it's bun as it just kind of puffed out. A few chuckles escaped the men's lips.
"Ray, can you grab my hairbrush out of my bag? Only the hairbrush, do not grab anything else," Asked the female, tiredly looking over to the devil dog.
"Brad watch him please, I don't need him going through my stuff."
"Can do you gremlin looking thing," Brad chimed him.
Kyra smiled slightly as she went and grabbed her own mail that she had yet to open. She turned back with her hand full of mail and saw Ray holding out her hair brush to her. She grabbed it thankfully with her free hand, sitting on her got that was next to Ray's.
Kyra placed down her mail to the side of her, taking the brush in her hand. Beginning to brush strands of her hair out. Trying her best to take out the knots in the least painful way possible. Cringing slightly as the brush went through the knots it yanked on her scalp. Though, when she ran her fingers through each smooth strand of hair, a satisfied smile spread across her lips.
"Ah yes Kyra, place one hundred strokes on top of your beautiful head. Yes, you need to look the most beautiful for the Marine ball," Ray spoke, his voice tinged in a high voice as he seemingly danced around the cots. Kyra mentally regretting the fact that she got the ripped fuel. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, continuing the process. She chuckled.
Though, in a matter of seconds, Ray noticed the small stack of letters piled next to the female devil dog's right leg. In which he snatched up too quickly for Kyra to come even close to stopping him. "School kid, school kid, Oh, who is this? A letter from Marcus Hathaway. Looks like Miss Bisset here has a little boyfriend and never told us!" Ray spoke loudly. Kyra's face reddened and she felt her ears heat up. She dropped the hairbrush quickly and jumped up. Practically tackling poor Ray and straddling his stomach. Snatching the letter out of his hands and rolling off of him. Ray just laying there, shocked and confused, and maybe a little aroused, at what just happened.
Ray's loud mouth had made every awake Marine, and some Marine's wake up, to look at the female. Brad glanced over to see what the commotion had been all about. Especially hearing the piece that Ray had practically shouted.
"He isn't my boyfriend! He is my foster brother," Kyra defended, a small smile on her face as she tore the envelope open and pull out the letter within it. Sitting down on her cot and reading over the letter.
"Wait, foster brother? You never told us that you were in foster homes," Rudy piped up. Sitting up slightly. "Aren't we your best friends?" His voice laced with fake sadness.
"Well, I didn't think was important. You know, the fact that I never had parents," she spoke, laying on her cot and continuing to read her letter. Rudy nodded and just rolled over on his cot. Ray took the female's slight distraction to snag the letter from her fingers. Kyra gasped and tried to snatch it back, but it was too late. The brunette was quick to start reading the girl's letter aloud.
"'Dear Kyra, I hope you're able to read this before you ship out. You don't need to write back or anything. Though, I wanted to wish you luck'," now everyone began listening in. Kyra sat there, pouting. Ray just continued reading. "'We miss you back here. We want you to come back in the worst way.' Wow this guy seems to really need you Kyra. 'Just be safe out there and come back in one piece. Love you-' OH he said "love you"! 'Love you smiles. Marcus.' Smiles? Is that.. Is that your nickname?" Ray struggled to hold in bits of laughter. Kyra just grumbled and snatched the letter back.
"No, it's not. And I'd appreciate it you trailer park hick, if you wouldn't put your grubby little Marine hands on my mail," She spoke as she placed the letter in her hands. "Especially when it is from the only thing close to family I have, Person," she finished lowly. Brad chuckled at the insult the female threw at the brown haired male Marine.
"Okay, "Smiles"," Ray said in a sarcastic manner. Kyra punched his arm and laid back on her cot. Placing her arm over her eyes. Her cheeks tinted red as she just wished Ray would stop mentioning her childhood nickname. The group was practically a bunch of children, and the adults in charge were the officers. Madness was only to happen.
Soon, the female had fallen asleep. Her arm over her face. Poke went over to her, and like the brotherly man he was, he draped her blanket over her. "Hey Poke, why do you always do that? Like pulling up the blanket and shit?" Trombley asked when putting a handful of skittles in his mouth. Poke let out a sigh. Looking over at the rather strange Marine. Everyone had been wondering the same thing though, just no one had the balls to ask.
"You heard it man, she never had a real brother except some foster brothers dawg. See, the white folks often drop their kids. Like the Iceman for instance. Though, he got picked, she didn't. I'm not all blood crazed dawg, got some care in my body," Poke shrugged and went to hit cot. Colbert laughed at the mention of his name, while the reporter was scribbling is his little notepad.
The next morning, everyone was out working on their squad's Humvee. Sergeant Major just got done tearing Pappy and Ray for violating the grooming standard. Rudy and Kyra were too busy giggling about Sergeant Major's accent when he said "moostache". Kyra sat on top of Brad's Humvee, and when the senior NCO looked at her. His eyes lit aflame with anger, per usual. Her smile quickly faded and her small laughs silence immediately. She cleared her throat and pressed her lips in a thin line.
"What's so funny young lady?" he asked, placing his hands on his hip. No it was the Marines standing behind him to get their jollies. The female shook her head.
"Good. I don't want no funny business. Just because you're a little girl doesn't mean anything."
"Understood Sergeant Major," and with those final words, Sergeant Major Sixta turned around and walked off to wherever. "Short ass mother fucker. I ain't no little girl," Kyra muttered as she pushed herself off of the Humvee's roof. A few of them laughed as they went back to fixing up their rusted up, shit box of a Humvee.
"Hey Smiles," Ray called, turning his head to the female. She rolled her eyes at the continuous use of the name and looked over at the skinnier Marine. "Think you could reach into the Humvee and grab a piece of tubing? My hands don't fit, but you have dainty little fingers. I can guarantee you'll be able to grab it."
"Aw, how sweet of you to think that I'm tall enough to get up on the Humvee to reach down in it. I can't even get on the hood, I need a boost."
"Rudy, give Smiles over here a boost onto the hood. Guess they do let people in that are under five feet."
"Fuck you Ray you trailer park, sister fucking, country singer wannabe. I'm 5'3," The female cursed as she walked over to the hood next to Ray. A smirk drawn on his face as she approached him, a hand on her hip. She looked over at Rudy who wrapped his arms around her waist and hoisted her up. Her foot managed to get the lip of the Humvee and she sat on the edge of it. "Thanks Rudy," she smiled at him. He nodded and returned back to his Humvee.
"Just lean down in there, just pull that tube up. It's already cut," Ray pointed at the tube. The woman nodded and leaned down. Her lower half dangling and her legs pulled up to balance herself. She began snaking her arm down the tight space and reaching for the tube,
In the mean time, Captain America and Lieutenant Fick came around. Just doing their rounds while their men worked on their vehicles. And Mr. Captain America saw the opportunity with seeing the female marine in that position. A smirk plastered on his lips as he ran up behind her. Before any of the men really realized Captain America's presence to stop him, it was too late. He used his right hand to grab onto her waist. Of course, the poor female made a squeak. She launched up, smacking her head on the lifted hood of the Humvee. The Marine fell off the Humvee and landed flat on her back on the desert ground.
A low groan of pain was heard from the female. Though, Captain America thought it was the funniest thing on Earth. Looking around at the men around him to see what their reactions were. Rudy ran to the female's aid, Ray and Brad looked between the Captain and the girl who was trying to stand up. A shocked look on their face. The men of Rudy's Humvee just sat there, shooting daggers at Captain America. While Fick just sat there shocked, dumbfounded that an officer could, and would do something so stupid and childish.
"Uh sir, why don't we head to Battalion. I think there is a meeting," Fick spoke up, just wanting to get the superior officer out of there. The obnoxious Captain nodded and walked off in the direction of Battalion. Fick quickly rushed over to the female. Who was now leaning against the Humvee, a trickle of blood leading down her face. Fick pressed his lips together. "Hey, I'm sorry. Rudy take Kyra to Doc and make sure she gets fixed up. I have to go deal with Captain Mcgraw," Fick apologized, patting the woman on the shoulder and rushing off.
"Fucking Captain America and his dumb ass games," Kyra groaned, wincing as she brought her up to the small wound from smacking her head off the hood of the vehicle. She walked away with Rudy, putting a cloth to her head to wipe away the blood.
"Why the fuck, is Captain America in charge of men? Hell, he could've just taken down one of our Marines. And it isn't even his fucking platoon. He is a fucking retard none the least," Ray spoke as he went and grabbed the remainder of the tubing that the female was previously just pulling out. Brad looked over at him.
"I have zero idea my little friend. Though, I can definitely agree with Captain America being a idiotic, retarded, baby ass, bitch," Brad spoke while continuing to mess around with the dials on the small screen in his seat. Which earned a small chuckle from the frustrated Ray Person.
Kyra eventually made it back to fixing up the vehicles. A bandage on her head where the Doc fixes up the small cut on her head. Her mood for the day had now been ruined from that stupid Captain. A frown on her lips and her face red with anger as she stomped back to the group of Humvees with Rudy.
"Hell Smiles, you might get get a Purple Heart for that one," Ray started. Only earning a glare from the woman as she walked to the drivers seat and snatched up the RTO's Ripped Fuel and popping the bottle open. Pouring some of it into her mouth and swallowing them. Placing the cap back over the bottle and putting it back in the place it was in last. She huffed a small bit and went back out to meet up with the men.
"How's your head feeling?" Brad asked, glancing up at the female as she climbed to sit on top of the Humvee.
"Fucking fantastic Iceman. Fucking fantastic," she responded sarcastically as she laid back on the roof of the big box of metal on wheels. Placing her arm over her eyes to block out the sun. She took a deep breath as her head pounded. "Next time Captain America comes even three meters around me, warn me," She finished.
"Yes ma'am," Pappy responded. A smile on his face as he continued fixing up his team's Humvee.
"Kyra would you-" Ray started, until he looked up from the Humvee to the open road. He thought he could see a shit ton of white cars heading straight for the base. He reached for his binoculars and looked through them. And which his eyes weren't playing tricks. There was indeed a shit ton of white cars coming towards the base entrance. He banged the side of the Humvee, getting both Kyra's and Brad's attention. "Guys, look at this shit!"Ray called and handed the binoculars to the female just behind him. The woman looked through them and saw the white cars with the "Pizza Hut" on the side of them. She jumped down from the top of the Humvee and passed the binoculars to Brad who did the same as her and Ray.
"Pizza hut? What the hell?" The female muttered. With that, the three and the rest of the Marines working on their vehicles headed out to the outdoor pavilion whilst a bunch of Arabs came in carrying a huge amount of pizza boxes. Now all Marines were beginning to swarm around like a moth to a light. It was strange.
Brad, Kyra, And Ray walked in pavilion and looked around at the Marines and Arabs that began bustled through and around the small area. Some swearing at the Hajiis and Corporal Lilley was asking around for a twenty. Kyra scooted away from her two best friends ad went to Lilley, handing him the money. Which the fellow Corporal smiled down at the woman and patted her shoulder a few times.
"Just as I thought I stopped loving the Marines, they go and do this shit," Ray spoke, looking at the chaos that was unfolding around them.
"Pizza. We have to be shipping out. There is no other reason why battalion would have brought pizza pies all the way from Kuwait city, out to here," Brad spoke. Going to speak with Lieutenant Fick. Ray stood there for a second before following the taller Marine. Chuckling softly and shaking his head as he trailed along Brad's footsteps.
This was going to be a crazy ride. And no one knew how well it was going to go down.
