- the lighter he had was metallic and square a naval ships battle crest was on it which he proudly showed- "CBC-22 LNS Iwo Jima,im her Captain, shes a battle cruiser with the 3rd marine expeditionary fleet" he exhaled clearly away from the lady" 3rd battalion "wolf" regiment CO im one of the even fewer Marines to hold one of the navy's toys as my men's base of operations"
he whispered" shes ex black ops i was put in charge of her back when i was in the stuff the government cant acknowledge." he sipped his drink and smiled showing his Spec-ops tattoo on his shoulder "what happened to your hands? if your wondering why im wincing its because of a training injury,an injury that doesn't allow me to take a ground role to often or fly snub craft, he paused takeing another pull from his whiskey and drag on his smoke " im still debating as to risk the surgery to remove the iridium flachtte slug in my back,they screw up im discharged as disabled and i love the Corps"