[center][h2][color=lightblue]PFC Kane O'Connor[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=fff200]"K-k-kane... ss-s-s-sna-snap the f-fuck out of it! Shhhhhh- do your job y-you fff-ff-f-f-fucking c-cc--coward!"[/color]

"O'Connor! Listen, listen to me. I'm giving you an order- grow some balls!"

His superiors blared in his ears, but Kane still trembled. He gripped his rifle tighter, trying to slow his breathing, even as LT Yvette continued.

She was right though. He needed to suck it up.

Taking in deep breaths, he made himself relax and stood back up, bipod braced on the tower ledge.

Ahead of him, Yvette screamed into her comms. She'd been caught breaking across the main gate and the enemy had gotten in while they were all occupied with Callum.

He saw her go down amidst several Tellosian soldiers, but they all dropped immediately after as her sidearm barked and blew holes in their chests.

Anger bloomed inside him again, and as she hobbled to safety, he trained his scope on the gate.

[color=lightblue]"Yes ma'am! I have you covered, ma'am!"[/color]

Just as he finished his sentence, another squad of Tellosian fighters broke round the corner, fanning out as they began peppering the gate with fire. Kane's scope found one that had a machine gun trained on his officer and teammate. Before the gunner could even open fire, his head had a hole in it, punched by a molten slug of magnetically-propelled metal.

Kane adjusted his scope and moved on. With almost clinical precision, he began zeroing in on enemy positions to snipe them. If they were dug in too well, he shot at their cover instead, making them duck down or hide.

He'd be damned if he let another of his teammates take another hit.