[b][u][center][h2]Pvt. Reginald Weber[/h2][/center][/u][/b]

Weber sat on top of the tank as it rushed towards the battlefield, enjoying the wind running through his hair and casually finishing off a cigarette. He wasn't a stranger to firefights, but even he'd admit one of this scale was new to him. The other criminals he was used to shooting didn't exactly have mortars, lances and tanks... well there was that one time they had a tank. But despite that, Weber felt relaxed as the growing sound of gunfire and explosions grew near. He missed the rush of fighting for your life and the taking of another, he couldn't help but smile as the tank finally came to a stop at their destination.

Weber hopped off the tank, stretching out arms and legs while tossing aside his cigarette. 
"Let's see if this old body still has it in it to be a killer." After his quick stretching he followed his 'superior'. It was painfully obvious that she was new at this, that or was just plain bad. Following her could quite easily mean death and in any other situation he'd have just gone off on his own. But this was the military, he couldn't just forge his own path like he was used to else he'd be slapped with going AWOL or something. He let out a sigh and followed the girl. Up close, the battlefield here was indeed more intense then anything he had seen before, but at the same time it felt all the same. One group trying to kill the other without being killed, and killing without being killed was something he was good at, at least.