frinkodmagnificent

                 "Five-six...five-six, what is your status?"  The voice crackled through the headset of his armor.  The static of the transmission pounded into his head like a hammer.  Sergeant McIntyre opened his eyes slowly, against the better judgment of a possible concussion.  After a few moments, the heads-up display of his armor came into focus.  He stared at the soft green glow for a second or two, until the headset crackled to life again, snapping him back to his senses.                "Five-six...dammit, Sarge...answer up!"  He winced at the whine of feedback that slammed into his ears.                He took a few seconds to eva