- Motto: "May God have mercy on my enemies, because I sure as hell won't."
Silence fell over them, almost deafening in its abruptness.
"...The hell did you just say, soldier?" Asked his commanding officer, Colonel Wilkins. Cooper looked around to see all eyes had fallen on him. The battle seemed to be a footnote.
"I said..." Cooper nervously cleared his throat, "...cookie..." His voice sounded as if it came from a man half his size.
"It just...seemed appropriate," Cooper was so sheepish he swore he was about to be shaved and turned into a sweater. "Because...they kind of look like cookie monster, you know?"
Wilkins rubbed his nose. "Son, if we weren't so shorthanded after all this, you know you'd be a shoe-in for a section 8, right?"
"Sorry, sir, it won't happen again." Cooper trained his rifle back on the massive army ahead of them.