<b><u>Private Theo Maxwell, Shocktrooper</u></b><br/><br/>Theo raised his brows at the short-haired girl, blushing a bit. Shaking his head and clearing his throat, he stooped into position, raising his rifle and jerking his head in the direction of the enemy. “Erm… Yes, you got it. Keep to my rear, Cecilia.” He murmured, nodding to himself and gripping his rifle tightly. Ahead of him lay a long, brick-path straightaway, stone walls and small trees lining either side. He positioned himself a decent distance from Cecilia, making sure he could hear her small frame shuffle behind him every step of the way.<br/><br/>It was game time. Time to show that dick of a drill sergeant that this “little boy” was the “Lion of Catts Creek”, the protector he knew he was, and the protector he strived to be. The weight of his grandfather’s pocket watch, tucked firmly into a pocket behind the breastplate of his heavy armor, was pressed against his heart. Every mad hammer of his beating heart pulsed into the worn gold metal, and it felt like it reverberated back into him, giving him strength.<br/><br/>He moved forward, slowly, keeping his eyes on the path ahead. Pacing almost out of eyeshot was a scout. Murmuring quietly into his radio, he motioned for Cecilia to slow down. “Scout up ahead. There’s little to no cover. Come up behind me and use me as cover. He hasn’t seen us yet, and I think you might be able to get a good look in that nifty scope you got there… My armor is stronger than yours. But we wait for the commander’s say. That an ok call, Renée?” He immediately felt his face flush bright red and quickly swallowed his embarrassment.<i>Shit, did I just overstep boundaries by making a call? N-nah… I mean… we have to make calls… on our own. Right?</i>His indecision was clouding his determination.<br/><br/><b><u>Private Winter Hawthorne, Sniper</u></b><br/><br/>A short fence, a tall building, and a dilapidated, broken down wooden wall-probably what must’ve been an old practice blind that they’d reused a little too much in training.<i>Possibilities…</i>and anywhere she went, someone would be near.<i>Good. It’s open, but there are routes to take.</i><br/><br/>Swiftly, silently, she drops into a crouch, skirting the building to her right and scampering silently. She drops into a crawl in the tall grass on the northern side of the building she has been set to start at. Ahead of her, Sabine had taken cover but was seen and shot about. She doesn’t look too badly hit, only a few shots had landed. As it would seem, Sabine may not have noticed her sneaking up, and she hoped the enemy hadn’t seen her either. She had taken to the tall grass whilst they were engaged, which was the right time to move, in her mind.<br/><br/>Looking through the scope, she eyes up both scouts up ahead. The one on the left was already shot a few times, and seemed barely worse for wear. Agitated and alert, he would be more of a threat than the one to the right, who seemed to hold position.<i>Okay, left guy first… take down their numbers, don’t take on all of them at once… chip away…</i><br/><br/>Ticking her fingernails on the barrel of her rifle, she settles in, balancing the gun on the ground, the tall grass poking up and over her head by about 3 inches. Lining up the sights on the scout, she aims, centering the little lines in the scope on the center of the soldier’s forehead.<br/><br/>The small golden heart charm that hung from the stock of the gun swung gently and rested its weight against her forearm. “Chip away…” She breathed, pulling the trigger.