<b><u>Private Theo Maxwell, Shocktrooper</u></b><br/>Theo, watching the sergeant with furrowed brows, loosened his fist. Suddenly, he was aware of everyone around, watching, aware as well of Winter's tight grip on his arm.<i>...Uh... uh.... o-oooh shit. Whoops.</i>Quickly, he stood straight up, flustered, and wriggled out of Winter's grasp.<br/><br/>Standing a bit in front of his Sniper friend, he looked the sergeant in the eye. "My apologies, sir. That was not my place." He coughs, standing alert. Flicking his eyes to the girl, of whom he had recognized as part of a potential unit, he waited, watching. She was sure of herself, and it would seem that she was attempting a smoothing-over of the situation, while still looking for a resolution.<i>A fist fight, huh? Well, I guess I've already screwed myself over from getting out of that one. Would the sergeant really hit her though? ...Damn, I guess he'd probably do it, he's a scumbag if I've ever seen one.</i>"Yeah, sure, sergeant. We should settle this." He mumbled, eyeing her closely.<br/><br/><b><u>Private Winter Hawthorne, Sniper</u></b><br/>Winter watched her friend, hiding behind him from the glare of the two men in charge. She felt bad for fiadh, but she was afraid that things were going to get worse. She tugged on Theo's shirt and murmured, almost to herself "...we... shouldn't make things worse."<br/><br/>She could feel the eyes of all the other soldiers on them, and it seared her skin.