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

Colin wasn't a military mind, but he was a fine shooter and knew the best place for him to be. It was almost like a sixth sense to him, and he let out a calming breath as they drove to the battlefield in the tank. Most people would have felt a bit disheveled from how quickly events occurred, but honestly it was just his speed. He just needed to work up the courage to request something. 

The armored vehicle bumped along the road, and quickly pulled into a yard. Colin and his team spilled out, his helmet almost falling over his face before he caught it. "Hey, excuse me." he said to the closest superior officer. "I-I'm much better as a distraction and single firing squad. If I am given leave, I might be able to find a good position to get their attention and cause a few casualties, and you guys can hit them in the flank when they turn." He might have been asking for permission to die, but this was what he was good at. "Y'see I'm a scout and well, it's what I do."