[h1][center]PFC Colin Nelson[/center][/h1] 

Colin had run down a bit of the ash covered timber floor to see if Private Glaive had her situation well taken care of. He'd known she was a Commando, but he knew that anything could happen on the battlefield. She looked fine that. He heard the tell tale yelling of PFC Rousseau in the distance. With that, he went back to his elevated position and laid down fire wherever he needed to, taking out another two men within half a minute of each other. 

That was when the Tank exploded, the Private First Class now kind of worried that their corporal had been turned into fleshy shrapnel himself, until he heard him speak on the radio. "Phew!" Colin said, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. This was turning out to be one close save after another. [i]Chik-crack[/i]! Another enemy fell to his rifle, and he reloaded methodically, keeping an eye out for more foes. 

It looked like the coast was now clear however, and he was called down to where the group was gathered to hear what the next move was. "Got it." he said quickly, giving a salute to the Corporal and a steeled look. It was a bit comical on his youthful and often care free face. "[b]No offense[/b]" he heard from Private Glaive, at her comment. He gave a lopsided smile and a shrug. "It's all good." His expression then turned to grim stone once more, and he hefted his Gallian-1 Rifle. He might need a re-supply soon.
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