Aiden finished up his supply check and returned the clipboard he’d been carrying to the soldier guarding the makeshift depot’s door. Reporting to Sergeant Eriksen would be a bit of a problem; while the supply depot wasn’t particularly large by any means, if one got turned around in there, the best thing to do was to get the hell out. Which is exactly what Aiden did, choosing to disassemble and clean his sniper while waiting for the sergeant to finish his checklist. Sunglasses flipped down over his eyes, he hummed a soft tune while he worked over his rifle, making sure the metal workings were clean and ready for action.