Clayton Williams found himself being jittery on the eve of the klendathu offensive. The terran federation found itself at war with the bugs after the bugs sent an asteroid that hit earth. Buenos Aires was completely wiped out.
Clayton had completed boot camp right as the federation began mobilizing to destroy the arachnid threat. Humanity had been challenged for the right to rule the galaxy, and it will gladly answer the call, with bullets, missiles and bombs. Clayton shaved himself and looked himself over in the mirror.
Just 21 years old, brown hair and green eyes, with a toned , athletic physique hardened by the grueling bootcamp under senior drill isnstructor Zim. He got himself dressed in his black shirt and grey sweat pants and joined the others in the mess hall.
Most were chattering about the upcoming battle. "We're gonna fight, and we're gonna win!!!" A group of troopers said to a reporter as Clayton joined his friends at a table.
He sat with his squad from bootcamp. Jake Marks, a tall African American male clasped his shoulder. "You ready to kill us some fucking bugs, Clay?!" Clayton smiled back. "You know it, brother."
Hernando Vargas then asked Clay if he got his tattoo yet. "Not yet." Clay answered as the guys around the table stared him down. "Well what are we waiting for?! Let's get him marked.
Clayton found himself on a chair, being tattooed by "Skinny", the artist. "Just a little bit more and....there." Clayton's new tattoo was a skull wearing a bandana, with the slogan "DEATH FROM ABOVE." on top of it. Clayton winced in pain. "Fuck it hurts." Which prompted Albert, the tall blonde male of the group to respond in kind. "Well I got something that'll hurt just a bit more!" Albert promptly poured booze all over Clayton's arm. He screamed in pain as the entire group, including Clayton shouted "THE ONLY GOOD BUG IS A DEAD BUG!!!" And with that, they joined the celebrations again. Clayton got up to get a drink from one of the many beer kegs.
