"WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING? HIBERNATING!" The UNSC Gunnery Sergeant belted.
The Marines started stumbling out of their cots and doing their best to stand at attention beside them while still half-asleep.
"Wash up, eat, suit up, were being called to fix the mess the Airborne units made...again"
Lance Corporal Zach Stark shuffled along in to the showers.
"Think they got the hot water back up Zach?" Asked PFC Eric "Mac" Roberts
Zach ignored him and hit the 5 minute button on the showers
"Christ" he swore as he got a face full of ice cold water
"Aren't Humans great? We probably spend a thousand dollars a year filling up the water cooler and 100 bucks a year on new playing cards, but we can't manage to get hot water in the showers" complained Mac
"Does anyone even use the water cooler?"
"Only for practical jokes if we ever get inspected by a General or something, the chocolate bar floating around there, apple juice, you know"
"Mac, you're an idiot"
"How so?"
"Do you remember why they call you Mac?"
"Because I tried kill an enemy soldier with the antique Mac-10 I found in a house when we were sent to defend that city?"
"And did you succeed?""Okay I get your point"
The showers shut off and the Marines made their way to the lockers to get their uniforms for jungle combat, or that's what they were told.
After suiting up, eating the slop served everyday in the mess hall, they reported to the briefing room.
"Okay here's the deal. The flyboys messed up and got 6 Dropships downed over an excessively thick forest, of all places. So basically we go in, get the bodies out, and torch the Dropships so any info doesn't get captured. We've all done it before, should be in and out in under a day, now hit it, the good Dropship pilots are getting impatient"