I don't have much to say this time which some of you know is rather unusual, if you've read any of my other stories. All I really have to say is: I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I hope I do.

Prologue: Not so Feminine

Reaper watched as Duke and Cory danced, shaking his head when they began to do California rolls to some archaic 80s song, all the whilechanting out of sync with the beat.

"Oh Mickey you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind. Hey Mickey! Hey Mickey!" Cory grinned, her voice low and raspy.

It was times like this that truly reminded him that Coriander Argyris was in fact a chick. It wasn't hard to forget considering she acted just like one of the guys; she ate with the guys, drank with the guys, yelled at the TV during footballs games with the guys, hell she even refused to be given separate sleeping quarters.

"I'll get lonely," she scoffed all those years ago, "besides if they try anything I give you my personal promise to knee them in the balls." She smiled before throwing her green military issue duffle on the bed to the right of Reaper's bed, where she stayed until Viper retired and she switched beds… to the other side of his bed.

And then when you actually think about, she didn't really LOOK feminine. She was a tall girl, five-eight or nine, and rather un-curvy (though Portman swore she had a nice ass.) Her black hair was cropped short to her skull (minus the cheekbone-length bangs that even Reaper knew went out of style years ago) and her brown eyes had always held a defiant confidence that always seemed to him distinctly male.

"You are so OCD." He popped out of his head, only then noticing that the music had evolved into some underground grunge band and Cory sat cross legged on his bed holding his sniper scope and grinning at him.

He smirked at her and grabbed his sniper scope replacing it on his rifle, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you obsessively clean your rifle." She answered simply.

"Do not."

"Wanna bet buddy?"

"Yeah, I do." He looked up at her.

"Twenty bucks every other person in this room says you over-clean your gun." She stuck her hand out and his larger hand folded over hers.

"Deal." He instantly regretted it as she shot off to interrogate everyone in the room. He shrugged and put away his gun as Cory gained a distracted nod from Goat. As he regained his posture he was faced with Cory's slender, calloused hand.

"Pay up, kid."

"You cheated…"

"What?"

"There's no way everyone in this room thinks I'm OCD about my guns."

"Too bad buddy they do and you have 20 seconds to pay up or else."

"Or else what?"

"This." She tackled him. At first he was able to get on top of her, but then he suddenly found himself in a sleeper hold.

He was almost able to pull her legs out from under her when, "What the hell is going on here?" reverberated though the metal room.

Cory never relinquished her hold and answered calmly, "He owes me money, sir." Then he eyes brightened, "By the way, sir, does Reaper compulsively clean his guns?"

"Is that what this is about?" Cory nodded and Sarge sighed, "How you guys ever got into the Marine's I'll never know. Anyways guys meet the Kid."

This chapter is set a couple weeks before the mission just so you know and is in fact a ReaperxOC. Enjoy. Review. Tell me what you think.