Very, very beginning of a short story I'm working on. There are very few main characters, though there will be a number of cameos involved. I'll let the story unfold as I write it. As you can see it is very, very rough, and there are going to be quite a few placeholders, random names and stuff till I get more organized.
Training Exercise, Day 1, 0400 hrs--Briefing
“Anyone know what this damn meeting is about?” I grumbled to my fellow marines, who were looking just as bleary eyed and exhausted as myself.
“No fucking clue,” said a massive, obviously frustrated Dan Sanders. He reached up and put a ham-sized hand on the back of his mammoth neck, intent on massaging the sleep from his bulging muscles.
I sighed and glanced around the tiny briefing room, where the eight man UNMC team had assembled. The most prominent man in the room was Private Sanders, the only person that looked the part of a marine. His six foot five, three hundred pound frame dwarfed everyone else in the room, and his black crew cut was always perfectly trimmed. Dan, of course, took up almost half a bench, forcing those next to him to either bunch together or be pushed off.
One of those, Private William Qel’Oreda, was staring off into space; he didn’t so much look tired as he did drunk. His bleached blond hair looked like it had been licked by a camel, but that was to be expected. He had a small smile on his face, which emphasized the short, vertical scar under his left eye. The combination of his eyes and the smile was a look of pure amusement. Every couple seconds he’d let out a small chuckle, like there was something hilarious that only he could see.
“What’s funny?” Private Griffin Cooper demanded. He had his face buried in his hands, obviously still not fully awake.
“Beside the fact that Phoenix isn’t wearing any pants…” Griffin’s twin sister _______ mumbled. I looked down at my bare legs, chuckled a little, and glanced to my left, where Private Samantha D’Mortel was filing her nails.
“How is it you’ve managed to jump out of bed with perfect makeup and not a single hair out of place?” I asked her.
“Lots of conditioner,” she replied without looking up. Her hair had fallen over her eyes, partially covering her face, but I could see the wide grin behind her shimmering red locks.
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