[center][h3][color=a0410d][b]Luke Godfrey
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[color=a0410d]“Unlucky bastards,” [/color]muttered Luke as he scanned the freshly corpse riddled battlefield, his nerves finally calm enough to keep his head straight, though the uneasy feeling remained within his gut as he knew they were to head out soon to join in the fight. It was odd really, he hadn’t felt this nervous since the first few days of boot camp. Now, as he looked out towards the carnage a few machine guns were capable of he knew it was a only a small taste of what was to come in the coming days. A small sigh escaped as his thoughts began to grow deeper on the future so he began to look over his rifle once again and felt his nervousness dull slightly as he always found a small amount of comfort in keeping his weapon in pristine condition. 

While getting rid of a small smudge on the nearly shining bolt of his rifle he glanced around at his team and overheard a few of them talking, promising to look out for each other, or finding ways to find comfort before they headed out. He heard one of them, Isaac if he remembered correctly, promise to not let them all end up like the slaughtered Cavaliers. That was good to know, but he just hoped he would be able to keep that promise. After a minute or two of giving his gear one last check his head snapped up as the Captain arrived to inform them of the other Squads moving up and the defenders pulling back. A smile spread to his face upon hearing this news, though it shortly dulled a bit as he continued. 

When hearing that the Captain wouldn’t be joining them in their advancement Luke held back the urge to shrug, a bit indifferent to the news. He had heard the man was an ass anyway. Then he moved on to Green Fox. Luke's smile dulled even more as he explained who this Green Fox was and held back a comment about the Captain staying back. He must have been glad since this apparent [i]infamous marksman [/i]was gunning for people like him. Oh well, maybe he’d have a chance to take down this Green Fox, it’d be a great start to his career. Finally though the Captain came to the end of his briefing with an order to not allow a Private Farris to be harmed. Luke arched a brow at this and glanced over to the soldier with a bit of curiosity. What was so special about her? He would admit she was a cute girl, but nothing about her seemed to special. In fact she looked out of place and didn’t seem to belong on the field. He shrugged though and didn’t dwell on it to much, though he would have to learn a bit more later. 

With a final fuck off and stating the Federation needed them the Captain ended his briefing and then the Squad began to move out. As he turned his back to the captain and walked along his fellow soldiers Luke couldn’t help but roll his eyes and scoff. [color=a0410d]“Well ain’t he a charming fellow? It’s almost sad we won’t have such a pleasant attitude joining us,” [/color]he sarcastically stated before letting out a sigh and resting his rifle on his shoulder while looking up towards the depressing sky above them. [color=a0410d]“He gets to hang back in comfort while we march deep in hostile territory with not only a nest of pissed off Imps ready to take a shot at us, but some master marksman who could be waiting around any nook and cranny, just waiting to blow a hole in our skulls,” [/color]he said before letting a large grin roll onto his face and giving a small chuckle. [color=a0410d]“Oh well, more fun on our end,” [/color]he stated with a final chuckle of confidence. [color=a0410d]"Amone here we come!"
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