Stalker-class everything

"Stalker-class fatigues, Stalker-class Sniper Rifle with stalker-class scope, Stalker-class boots, check-check-check. Thank you, Q."
"Don't pay no mind, always glad to help, handsome."
Marsha Narvik was the only one who really said nice things to Sniper-Warrant Hume of any description, he really liked her, But being a sniper, spending so much time in odorous places, neglecting personal hygiene, that was that. He went back to his barracks to put his newly issued equipment on.
"What's with the new gear, Warrant?"
"The Van Doos got wiped wearing the old stuff, the cogboys figure this will do better, so we're the first ones to get it, hope it doesn't get ploin shaped on us! Just put your assigned gear on, so I don't have to explain to the colonel's adjutant why we're not doing what we're told?"
"Like the adjutant is scary? He's a piano player at heart?"
"The man has the most imagination for insults in all the brass, and he recently extended that to helping bird-lady make creative punishment details."

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"Urdim to Stalker-first, Urdim to stalker-first."
"Recce here." It was a long-standing joke between the various platoons that they all identified themselves as Recce, never by name, since they were so often behind enemy lines that even a name was information to be denied the enemy, if it had intercepted vox transmissions, they'd wanted to not answer to unit names, and instead, unit codenames were used, on a per-mission basis, each mission had a new codeword, not all of them were imaginative.
"Recce, we need eyes on I'm