<b><u>Private Theo Maxwell, Shocktrooper</u></b><br/>Sitting to the side and lacing up his boot, Theo looked up upon hearing one of the sergeants' calls. It was angrier this time, a bit more gruff than his usual no-nonsense hollers. Seeing one of the newer recruits, a red-headed girl, he squinted for a moment. "Right... she's in my unit I think... what's she doing?" He murmured, running a hand through his own fiery red locks.<br/><br/>It became clear very quickly that the sergeant in charge was getting a bit too handsy and harsh with the woman, his fingers digging into her shoulder. This sent lightning through Theo's stomach and sent him standing and walking towards the duo. Images of his sister nearly being violated by the Imps in his hometown spiraled through his head, and an unwarranted rage forced his jaw tight.<br/><br/>Long-legged strides took him to the sergeant's side, and as the man looked up, Theo's arm reeled back and his fist, tightened and fueled by rage, shot forward and clocked the sergeant in the jaw. "With all due respect, she ain't playin', sir." He spat, looking at the man square in the eyes as he re-erected himself to stare back at Theo.<br/><br/><b><u>Private Winter Hawthorne, Sniper</u></b><br/>Winter's long hair scattered behind her in the wind of her run as she took of after Theo. The two had become quick friends on the journey to boot camp, and she was well aware of his 'heroic' attitude. "Shit, Theo!" She grabbed his elbow and tried to pull him away. "You're gonna get us all screwed over, dude!"<br/><br/>It was clear Theo was not backing down, and so, she waited, hands wrapped around his arm. The eyes of the two sergeants on Theo and herself bore holes into her skin. It hurt, knowing that she was now an accomplish to what might be a crime in the camp. "Shit, Theo..." She whimpered, hugging his arm tightly. "What have you done?!"<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked from the faces of the sergeants to Fiadh, who seemed just as confident as Theo.