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Whistling along to his own tune, Ezekiel Gosling looked out the passenger window of a truck that he'd just so happened to hitch a ride from. There was only one man that could possibly keep him company... and he seemed to rather keep his eye on the road ahead instead. Ezekiel could've sworn [i]that[/i] much concentration wasn't necessary to drive from points A to B, but to each and his own, he guessed. After travelling a mile or two, the truck eventually came to a stop.

"This should be the place," the driver stated, taking a clipboard he'd set to the side with him and exiting out his own side of the truck.

[color=f7941d]"Hm? [i]Should[/i] be?"[/color] queried Ezekiel as he turned to face the driver, only to note he was already gone, [color=f7941d]"Meh. I ain't coming out until I know for sure..."[/color]

With that, the young militia busied himself by continuing on with his previous whistling... until he heard the driver return and open the back of the truck in order to take stuff out of it. Taking this as his cue to get out, Ezekiel opened the door and slid off his seat, collecting the rifle that he had off to one side, slinging it over his shoulder and slamming the passenger door shut. He made his way forward and looked at the back of the truck out of curiosity, noting that the clipboard from earlier was just sitting there as the driver dropped off supplies a couple crates at a time.

[color=f7941d][i]'Alrighty then, let's see here...'[/i][/color] curiosity getting the best of him, Ezekiel examined the clipboard whilst the driver was completing his supply run, the first thing he saw being the signature that could now be found on it.

[color=f7941d][i]'Harald, huh? No surname or anything? Hmm... ah, he must be one of[/i] them[i]. Gotcha.'[/i][/color] that noted, the young man scrolled his eyes upward a bit to see what kind of supply run this driver was supposed to be on; it may have looked ordinary to the untrained eye, but with Ezekiel's keen examination... [color=f7941d]"Wait, hold up. [i]Private[/i] goods? What kind of chump does this guy have to...?"[/color]

[color=00a651]"Morning Private!"[/color], another voice yelled over, interrupting the lad's private musing, [color=00a651]"You're over here with us."[/color]

[color=f7941d]"Er, yeah, I... kinda gathered already,"[/color] with that reply, Ezekiel put the clipboard back down where it was, and proceeded forth to meet the squad that he'd be serving under, [color=f7941d]"So this is Squad 4, eh? Interesting..."[/color]

He took the time to size each individual member of Squad 4 up and down, bearing an innocent smile across his face. He may have inadvertently paused at chest level each time he looked in one or two of the girls' direction, but he kept such pauses short and his overall gaze subtle. After all, there was a superior officer [i]right there[/i] to his left that could suspect ogling of him if he wasn't careful.

[color=f7941d]"You guys seem like you could use a sniper on deck. Then again, that's probably the whole reason I'm here, innit? Oh right, I must remember my manners. Private Ezekiel Gosling, reporting for duty,"[/color] performing the obligatory salute as he introduced himself, the sniper turned his attention to his superior officer, who he assumed must be the man named Harald, [color=f7941d]"So where're we headed, boss-man?"[/color]

[@Lennon79]