Donald had gotten bored of the fight and went back to his quarters before getting a call informing him of a mission. He smiled at the prospect of his first mission and got dressed in his heavy armour. Donald made sure everything was on correctly before heading out. Many thoughts were going through his head as he approached the armoury. What if he was killed? What if he got someone killed? Donald pushed the thoughts from his head and carried on his journey to the armoury, determined to get to the best weapons before others. He almost broke out into a jog before remember how much effort it took and decided it was better to just walk.

Donald got into the armoury and grabbed an LMG and a rocket launcher before heading to the transport craft. He was met by a large, intimidating Sergeant who was barking out abuse to anybody who got near him before boarding the craft. Donald checked all his weapons were working properly before sitting down, preferably as far away from the Sergeant as he possibly could. He wanted to sit with his fellow Englishman, since he'd settled much easier after finding out he'd joined a fellow countryman.