Giant Military* Masterpost for Writers

This is a HUGE file that I’ve been working on for a while and will continue to - feel free to ask for clarification on confusing or missing stuff, so I can explain better!.  Check it out under the cut!

*I am a U.S. Marine, and this is a compilation of my and a few other Marine’s experiences!  Other militaries and branches definitely have different terminology and experiences, and you can take and leave what you want from this for your story.

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Ooh Rah

Here ya go Anon! I hope you like it!

“Send the pretty one in!” He yells from inside the run down cabin. This asshole has been mocking you this entire case. “Leave your gun sweetheart!” He calls and you growl.
“You don’t have to go in.” Gibbs tells you touching your shoulder.
“The hell I don’t Gibbs. He’s not calling you out.”
“I know but-”
“No offense Gunny but if he’d been implying that you’d slept your way to your position you’d go in and kick his ass too.”
“Just keep your vest on okay?”
“Sure.” You say, passing him your gun. You square your shoulders and move in. He never said that you couldn’t have the knife Ziva had given to you.
You don’t bother clearing the rooms, he said no gun.
“Don’t move.” He snarls and you freeze. “Take off the vest and then get on your knees. A familiar position for you isn’t it?” He smirks and glare at him. The woman he has with him, a fellow Marine’s wife, has tears streaming down her cheeks. His gun hovers lazily by her jaw.
“You let her go and I’ll do what you want. But she goes free, and uninjured out of here.” His grip tightens for a second and she lets out a terrified squeak.
“Fine.” He shoves her away from him and you stop her from falling.
“Go.” You whisper.
“I don’t want to leave you.” She whimpers and you’re struck by her bravery.
“Ma'am. I’m a Marine. I’ve got this.” You tell her guiding her to the door. You wait until she’s gone then turn back toward him, unstrap your vest, drop it onto the floor then sink to your knees. Your hands hang loosely to your sides, hopefully he doesn’t frisk you.
“I see why they’d make you a Corporal. You look awful pretty on your knees.”
“You wanna know why they made me a Corporal?” You ask with a flirty smile up at him. “I could show you.” You charm and he grins.
“I knew you’d be the most fun.” He smirks slowly making his way toward you. Once he’s close enough you grab his hand with his gun and punch him in the thigh to give him a dead leg. “You bitch!” He roars, trying to get a shot off at you he fires twice. You knock the gun loose from his hand and when he takes a swing at you you block it. He catches your throat in one of his hands and shoves you to the floor then punches you in the face twice. You try to suck in some air but you can’t and go for your knife. You slice his arm before he knocks the knife out of your hand. It clatters loudly across the floor and you punch him in the bleeding wound on his arm. He yells out in pain and kicks you, which you use to your advantage catching his leg and yanking him off of his feet. You get a solid punch in before you can get him into a sleeper hold.
“Think I fucked my way to the top now jackass?” You sneer, your voice raspy from being choked. He struggles for a few more seconds then passes out. You let him hit the floor with a thud just as Gibbs and McGee come flying around the corner, guns up.
“Are you okay?” McGee asks hurrying over to you.
“Cuff this fucker. Worry about me second.” You huff. Tim does as you ask, Gibbs not so much. He comes to you and reaches a hand down for yours.
“Let’s get you to Ducky.” He says pulling you to your feet.
“Thanks Gibbs.” You scoop your knife up off the floor and wipe the blood on your attacker’s shirt. You don’t even know his name. You don’t care to.
“I thought I told you to keep your vest on.” He says as the two of you walk out of the building.
“Couldn’t kick his ass in a vest.” You say and Gibbs laughs.
“Ooh Rah.”
“Ooh Rah.”

Marcus, African American, and his wife, Tiffany, Vietnamese American, are creating their empire in the fashion and fitness world! They have been married since 2013 and have been together in total for over 9 years now! They share a deep love together and always look amazing! We wish them continued incredible love and happiness forever! We also thank Marcus for his service to our country - Ooh Rah!

Things like this really piss me off! This little ignorant turd goes parading around wearing a uniform he did not earn. What a fucking shame! It should be illegal for fucks like this to wear a uniform (of any military branch) and completely disrespect our men and women who sacrifice their lives because they chose to serve this country to protect assholes like him that are too pussy to join any way. Excuse my language but I am livid! It’s fine for people to not support the war, but to disrespect the people that are out there getting killed is disgusting and a damn shame. They didn’t choose this war they just do their jobs because that is what they signed up for to protect this country no matter what. Proud USMC wife

A Marine girlfriend's prayer
Dear Lord, before I close my eyes to sleep, I pray thee, Lord, his soul to keep. Keep him here, safe and sound. Keep his boots on American grounds. Allow him trips to go back home. Give us time for our love to grow. But when the day comes, and we’re oceans a part, give him peace to calm his heart, give him sleep to ease his soul, and keep his eye on the goal. Show him miracles throughout each day, so he knows that I am continuing to pray. Surround him with angels and watch over his bed. Keep him safe so his blood isn’t shed. Give him the strength to survive each day, knowing your grace is never far away. Provide him with memories of me by his side, so he never once doubts that I remain SEMPER FI. You see, Lord, this Marine is my friend, my love, my life… and I pray for the day that he calls me his wife. I know he must first serve your purpose, so I sit and patiently wait… But if something happened to him let him enter your gates, because you see.. God, he is a selfless and sacrificing man, he’s already given so much for the people of this land. My lips he can not kiss, and my arms he can not embrace, he sleeps alone in his rack in a bare and confined place. He’s missed his mom’s cooking and the hugs from his nephews too, this is why he is part of “THE PROUD AND THE FEW.” So please reserve his pass, tell Peter to let him in, he’s already gone though hell, don’t make him go again… But please don’t take him from me yet, Iraq and heaven can wait, I need to grow old with him, I want to join him at the gates. Can’t you see dear Lord? As true as it already seems, I can’t live my life… Not without my Marine. AMEN.