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((In case any are wondering, there will be action soon. I just wanted to give everyone time to get situated, and at least faintly aware of each other. I will be pushing the plot soon. As for the picture, I'm not entirely sure it's appropriate, so if you could find another, I'd appreciate it. If not, that will suffice.))

"Departure is two hours," he replied curtly and tapped a pocket over his heart quickly. No more cigarettes. Well damn... But I suppose it's for the best. I guess. He sighed softly, and looked around at the trio now standing before him. This certainly wasn't his entire squad, but it was a good start for introductions. Thus far, he even had a favorite. Isaac was looking to be a shining star, an over-achiever, and someone Danes could easily get along with. Things are starting to look up... Now we just have to get a move-on, so I can actually see my people in combat... In all honesty, Gregory was itching for the battlefield. He had heard stories of glory, and stories of horror, but deep inside, he knew the battlefield was where he belonged. He had always thrived under pressure, and been capable of making quick draw decisions when necessary. Only on the battlefield would he truly find a challenge, or so Danes believed.

Gregory smirked and looked at Arturo. "State your position, Lance Corporal, and, if you will, be mindful of possible conversations already taking place in the future. I have a great pet peeve for being interrupted." He shook his head and held up a hand. "But do not apologize. This is a fresh squad, and your first time with me. Just keep it in mind." If they keep swarming like this, though, I'll have the entire platoon here within two hours! It was insane how quickly they gravitated toward him, one after the other, seeming to be magnetically attracted to their leader. It was a comforting idea, that they would all focus on him in such a manner, and it almost seemed that they had already built a foundation of trust in him.

Arturo saw his mistake, but a moment to late. "Sir Tactical Sniper Sir" Arturo said as he looked at the rest of the squad. wow theres diversity in this squad he thought to himself as he pulled out a cigarette and noticed he didn't have a lighter. "anyone have a light?" he asked left and right before he looked at Sargent Danes "Sir, would you happen to have a lighter on you? an if you do happen to have one may I use it to light my cigarette Sir!" he asked in a raised voice.

Danes smirked and nodded, first to Isaac and second to Arturo. "Indeed, Corporal, I do." He withdrew a lighter from his pocket and handed it to the sniper. "Keep it. You'll need it more than I will." Realizing now that he had committed an act of kindness to his soldier, he wondered how the others would process this. Would it weaken their view of him, or build respect? Could his lack of a stern tone, and way speech weaken his command over them, or reinforce their attitudes toward him in a positive light? He hoped it was the latter, but only time would tell he supposed.

Arturo decided to take the lighter from Isaac and quickly light his cigarette. "Sir, Thank you for the offer Sargent Dane, but i cannot accept it Sir." Arturo said as he took a deep drag from the cigarette. "thank you Corporal Isaac" Arturo said as he offered out his hand and shook Isaac's hand.

"No problem Corporal" Isaac said as he shook Arturo's hand. He headed back then looked for a sturdy looking crate to lean against. Isaac looked over the squad before him. The Sergeant Danes and Corporals Arturo and Mercy. A four man squad so far. But at the rate they had arrived so far to find Sergeant Danes, more would most likely be coming shortly. Isaac then heard Sergeant Danes talking and diverted his attention to him. "I became a marine to better myself. I felt that bettering myself even further than what I had achieved in school would be by joining the marines. The marines have made me a better man so far I think."

(( That sucks...))

Arturo found a seat on a crate and sat down taking drags from his cigarette. "well it all started when i was born. My Father wanted me to be in the army but my mother had seen combat and knew what it could do to a person, So my mother tried to save me from the military life, but my father got me excited about war." Arturo took another deep drag of his cigarette and almost finished it. "Well when i was old enough my father gave me a ride to the recruitment offices and told me, son if you ever want to feel complete in this life you'll walk in there and register yourself, So i did and well now I'm here." Arturo said as he finished his cigarette and put the filter in his pocket.