Good Morning

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(Listen to this you fat Hippies) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9q8o-IupC1M

Operational Cryogenic Storage Units initializing awakening procedure.............process complete, Good morning, the Weyland-Yutani Corporation hopes you had a nice sleep.

The hissing sound of the Cryogenic Unit can fill the air, a marine reaches for the edge, looking over to his side. They groan in annoyance, attempting to still get use to cryo-sleep, he'd reach for his Identification Card, wiping it off of dust that seemingly's been gathering on the ID. The marine looks at the ID, it'd read "Christopher Odd", if you'd have to take a guess, the marine that's holding the ID are one of the same. Christopher gets up from the bed, groaning, stretching out his arms, he'd see only a few other marines getting up, making their way to the showers. They'd make their way to the showers, cleaning up, washing themselves off, refreshing themselves for the operation, they'd wipe off their face off with the towel, the bustling of the other marines absorb up the noise of his feet making his way to a sink. Christopher places his hands onto the sink, leaning into it, looking down at the sink, his eyes staring deeply into what would be nothing, yet he finds it fascinating, he'd begin to look up, he'd chuckle as he sees his unkempt hair and beard. The Marine in the mirror could be seen having ice blue eyes, with soft brown hair, his beard running along his neck, while his hair droops down onto his face, covering one side of it. He'd open up the mirror, grabbing onto to the shaving utensils, he'd groom his beard, then he'd grab some hair gel, adjusting his hair into a pompadour, making it looks good and sharp, Christopher makes a small grin, hearing a shower stall open next to him.
He looked a little shocked, an actually attractive marine? He'd think, seeing her complexion, pff, like he'd have a chance, I mean, after all she might be dead by the end of today. He'd make his way to the prep rooms, placing on his uniform, seeing the stupid colors of his helmet and armor, seeing his uniform in all. Zipping up the central zip, getting it jammed, tugging it up, grunting in frustration, he'd feel something grab onto his zipper, it was that same Marine, he'd speak of nothing except his cheeks going red as raspberries. She'd un-jam the zipper with just a quick flick of their strength, his voice stooping to the lowest of lows, "Hey, thanks, I could've gotten that....".
Christopher would looks up at the woman, hating himself for even saying anything, she'd speak with a tone to her voice "Yeah, seemed that way tough guy." Christopher's face would become more and more dipped in his own embarrassment with every word she speaks.
Christopher continues to refit himself with his uniform again, placing on his boots, looking up as she'd already done suiting up, her face showing off impatience. God, she must think I'm a new boot, fuck me. Christopher speaks "Hey, why you giving me that look?" she'd say in a demeaning tone "Because slow pokes don't get attachments kid." He'd lightly smile, getting up from after tying his boots, he'd raise his hand, trying to get a handshake from her, saying "Private Christopher Odd, and you are?" She'd shake Christopher's hand, replying "Name's Zoe, Zoe Stock, Sergeant, friends call me 'O' for me making people into them." He'd chuckle awkwardly, lowering his arm, he'd begin to make his way to the canteen, Zoe following behind him, he'd turn his head, hearing her steps coming quickly, he'd begin to sweat meteors, from the back of his neck. Christopher speaks "Hey, you in Charlie Squad?" She'd nod to Chris, he'd wipe the back of his neck as he makes his way to the MRE Vendors, grabbing a tray of Pizza, making his way to a lone table, where only a few other marines seem to be eating. Zoe follows Christopher to his loneliness, he'd raise his eyebrow, as she sits across from him, grabbing his slices of pizza, munching into it. He'd almost gag as he eats it, Zoe tries holding back her obnoxious laugh, Christopher's reflex of speaking back would've almost gotten the best of him, if he didn't remember she was a sergeant, god would he be in trouble if he said anything. Zoe whispers to him "You know, if I could read your mind, I think I'd get what I'm thinking of what you're thinking Private." Christopher rolls his eyes after she'd say that retaliating "Well, you can't, so hon, hopefully WeyU can invent something that will allow you to." She'd smile, biting into that stale protein bar, a grin growing on her face, she'd get up, walking over outside of the canteen, going over to Requisitions, he'd finish up his food, throwing his tray into the stack of other dirty trays. Christopher approaches Zoe as she waits in line, looking at all the attachment choices she'd lean into his ear saying "I'd go with a Mag Harness Rookie." He'd looked startled, he'd grab his attachments and all.
Christopher makes his way back to Prep, grabbing his armor, placing it on, as well as his gloves and his helmet, his nice pompadour sticks out slightly from his helmet, he'd make his way to the the armory, grabbing a M4A1 Pulse Rifle, placing it onto his back, loading in a magazine, pulling back the action. Finishing the process of loading a magazine, he'd grab a punch of extra rounds, placing them into his ammo belt, looking relieved with a gun in his hands, he'd place the gun on his side, placing a bunch of other equipment into his backpack, like flares and food. He'd make his way to briefing, sitting down, noticing Zoe sitting behind him, he doesn't towards her but only looks ast the Commander and his BOs stand beside him. The Commander speaks into a microphone, Christopher looks down at his M4A1, thinking of his last operation, then he hears the Commander speak "I'm Commander Marco Cortez, and Good Morning Marines.

[Dirty Old Harry]

And then she was brutally murdered by a runner in the first five minutes of deploying. Such is the fate of all Charlie specs...