Aiden stood at attention while Marcia spoke, his green eyes focused on the Latina’s dark ones. Despite their rather desperate situation, the private found his mind wandering, wondering if maybe the tanned beauty had someone back home- a boyfriend, or maybe a husband... until her eyes met his, and he blushed, looking away for a moment. Hopefully she didn’t notice his awkwardness as he replied.<br/><br/>“Uh. Y-Yes ma’am, I’m definitely up for some scouting,” he stuttered, his gloved hands fidgeting with the strap of his rifle. He took a breath, then continued. “If I may, L.T, I think I’d be best if we kept the team small, so that we don’t draw attention to ourselves.” He motioned with one hand towards the trench and beyond. “We don’t know how many of them are out there, and while I and another sniper might be able to provide some cover, we can’t be everywhere at once.”<br/><br/>Noticing a few stares from the surrounding officers, the blond sniper paled a little, and looked down at his booted feet. “Just, uh... just providing my opinion, ma’am...” he mumbled, realizing that he probably crossed a line into insubordination. “I... just don’t want to see people die needlessly.”