This was as rough for Isaac as anybody.  On the outside, he may have looked well-gathered and in control.  And indeed, he wasn't in a panic, even on the inside.  He knew what he had to do.  It was just that even the confident, even the brave, even those who can keep their calm - all of them will feel the pulse-pounding terror of war, as bullets attempt to find their way to a new home in your blood-filled body.  He'd gotten up from his last burst of cover-fire, trying to give people approaching the enemy territory a few seconds of relief, as Imperial troops duck even the [i]threat[/i] of return fire, let alone if it was accurate enough.  He wasn't sure, at this distance.  He didn't have binoculars.  Gunners have enough equipment, as is.  They need bullets way more than they need accuracy.  That said, at least Isaac's aim could be considered fairly true.  He kept some people going, as his gunfire whizzed towards Imperials to make them think twice.

Machine gun nests opened fire from the right and Isaac shouted [color=f7941d]"Move left!  Move left!"[/color] and [color=f7941d]"Wait for the reload!"[/color] so they could get further from the effective fire of the well-stocked machine gun nests when they weren't spitting fire.  A number of them weren't gonna make it, dropping even as he called out.  Isaac gritted his teeth, damning Imperials as he got moving.  He ran low and fast, as well as he could under the circumstances.  Isaac didn't hold back on movement.  There was only stop and GO GO GO!  He'd recover his breath when he was on the ground, when he was ducking the incoming fire.  He was counting seconds to reload.  Not [i]his[/i] reloads, but theirs.  When it seemed like he was they needed to reload, he'd be getting the hell out and moving up, so he'd be somewhere completely else.  He was trying to impress this upon others, and for some it was working, or at least he hoped it did.

But then, shots flew by so close that he felt the force of their passing, maybe even nicked something, and Isaac slipped and fell back, eyes wide as he realized that wasn't a reload phase.  He'd just delayed fire.  Whoever fired might've spotted what he was doing.  He...oh hell.

[i][color=f7941d]He has my position.  He's sighting me.  Fire back![/color][/i]

Putting the barrel of his gun down over his own leg and holding it steady, Isaac fired in the direction the bullets had come from.  He'd strayed a little too close to the Imperial Gunners himself.  Dammit...  He'd been focusing on them far too much.  This allowed him to roll aside and get out of his immediate mess, though, and once he'd righted himself to face forwards again, he saw the same ruins that the rest of the squad was heading to.  Good.  Uhh, hang on...  Was that the Sergeant's body getting pulled in?  No time to question that.  Isaac had to run.  He could feel the thirst of a predator on his heel.  Like the instinct for being followed, Isaac had to make for that cover and fast, before he was sighted again.

He ran.  There were bullets again.  He was pretty sure something whizzed by his legs.

However, Isaac only sprinted in circumstances like these.  Your muscles might complain, but at least they'd be there tomorrow.  This was a place of relative safety.  Yeah, you had to keep cover and stay out of sight, but it was a structure - the remains of a church - and that was good enough to catch his breath.  He just needed a minute.  The wolf will run full-tilt towards an objective and then hunker down to catch its breath, all the while mmaintaining a fierce attitude in the face of potential threats.  Isaac's heart was still pounding away, maybe only slightly better, now that bullets were striking bits of wall instead of trying to forge new paths through his body.  He noticed Jean there with some binoculars.

[color=f7941d]"Careful there, Jean.  The-"[/color]

More bullets struck ground and wall.

[color=f7941d]"The glint sometimes gets their attention."[/color]

Something they told him in basic, in that if he had binoculars, be careful or else a rifleman might shoot you through the eye.  And yes, riflemen were being trained to find a glint and shoot at it.  Still, at the moment, Jean was looking at something, so Isaac moved over to have a peek.  He couldn't see as much, but he could hear it enough to figure it out.  The machine guns again...  Shit.  Alright, it was either up to him or Jean to come up with a plan.  No Sergeant, no Lieutenant.  Just them.  Jean came up with one, though, before he did.  Sounded like a good one.  Isaac nodded.

[color=f7941d]"I like it."[/color]

He turned to everyone else here.

[color=f7941d]"Alright, this is gonna be [i]our[/i] machine gun nest.  Everybody going out, keep low and move fast.  Takes a few seconds for us to reload and for them to get up and shoot.  You hear silence from back here, that's all you've got to duck."[/color]

He then focused on Britta, gesturing her to come on over and set up, as he was getting started himself.

[color=f7941d]"Let's make it easier for our side, get everyone to that hill alive."[/color]