[center][h1]Private Zeal Ashart[/h1][/center]
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The rubbery sensation of his leather gloves tasted bitter and salty, but at least it was something to focus on. The APC wasn’t a pleasant place to be in, really, and already, Zeal’s mind was going into overdrive, thinking of how much it’d suck if they landed on a mine or something. He needed things to take his mind off his death scenarios, and, thankfully, someone finally struck a bit of conversation, asking if anyone else had fought the Imperials before.

Judging by the general range of responses though, it seemed that most of them were greenhorns that hadn’t actually gone to the field. Oh, that was good. Though the ash-haired Shocktrooper didn’t care much for that Lancer babe’s random racism, he had to admit that he didn’t mind an experienced woman. He rolled up the sleeve covering his left arm and revealed the scar that the bullet left, before saying, casting away the nervous tension in his voice, [b]“I was a Scout for the first part of the war. Did a good job, and even took a bullet for a sniper. 7th Platoon’s Ilya Meredith, if any of you want to confirm my act of bravery. Then they took me back into training because they were running out of Shocktroopers, so here I am.”

“Used to be a precise shot, but now I’m a quick shot.”[/b]

At that, he spared a smile of his own, amused by his own random joke.