[center][h3][color=a0410d][b]Luke Godfrey

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Luke let out a tired sigh as everyone gathered their thoughts and prepared to get out of this damn building, but as Franz entered the room with the bag full of goodies Luke couldn’t help but grin in joy. He snatched a few smokes for later and pocketed one of the beers. The urge to down it right there was almost maddening for Luke, but with a reluctant sigh he decided to save it for later.[color=a0410d] “Good find, gotta thank the fine people of this fine city for leaving us these goodies,”[/color] he chuckled before rising to his feet and checking his rifle one last time with a satisfied spark in his eyes. Sure his first engagement in this war was a bit of a shit show, his face getting torn up, his first kills, almost getting killed and the unnerving feeling from that one Imperials last words, but for some reason Luke had to hold back a feeling that he thought was odd to have in this situation. Thrill. He actually felt thrilled after that whole encounter and honestly couldn’t wait for the next one. Luke understood it that it was insane to think like that and decided to keep it to himself. Hopefully it was just the leftover adrenaline making him think like that. 

He shook his head clear of those thoughts, taking a quick breath to get his head in the game before listening to Jean give his orders. Luke found himself frowning slightly from his orders, not only are they taking the long way, but they’re prolonging their objective and letting those tunnels stay in working order for the Imperials to use against the rest of their allies. They had a job to do and now here they were dragging it on longer than it had to be! He tightened his grip around his rifle and hardened his look towards the Corporal, not agreeing with his plan in the slightest. He knew of course that he had no say in it, even if he didn’t agree with it, and held back his tongue just as he went to speak up. Luke was aware his words wouldn’t do much since he already rocked the boat with the squad earlier so he had to keep his frustration to himself. He couldn’t help but remember his friend, Jack, telling him that one day his mouth would get him in trouble. He scoffed with a bit of amusement towards the memory before letting out a small sigh of defeat and put his helmet back on before setting out with his team once again, once again remembering how much he hated the rain as it poured down upon them. 

As the day went on and they pushed through the streets of Amone, the cold unforgiving rain cruelly battering them without mercy. Luke would admit that his gear was heavy enough to be carrying around this damn city, but now thanks to mother nature being the bitch she is it weighed two times heavier than before, making the march through the cities streets even more annoying. He could handle the extra weight though, it’s what he’s been trained for after all. What really was getting on his nerves was being out in the open, just waiting to get a bullet in the ass. He felt better once nighttime rolled around, hoping the darkness would give them a slight advantage in creeping through the streets. The distant crack of a few rifles made him a bit tense though, forcing him to remember that whole Green Fox bastard who was gunning for bastards like him. The only thing he found positive was that he’d be going after his higher ups first, giving him a chance to duck into cover. He chuckled bitterly at his dark humor, hoping it didn’t come to that. He may not be on the best terms with most of his team, especially the Darcsens, but he hoped they’d all be able to make it out alive at least, him included as well of course.

Soon after crossing another corner they all came across a battered and crumbling complex. Honestly he hated the look of it, but anything was better than staying outside in the damn raid. Hell, he’d stay in a dog house if he had to, just get him out of the rain. Jean was the first one in, which seemed a bit odd to him, but Luke set up on the corner of the street keeping an eye out before his Corporal returned, giving the all clear. Luke was the last one in and let out a heavy sigh of relief as he pulled his helmet from his head.[color=a0410d] “Fuck me mother nature sure is pissed,” [/color]he groaned with a small smirk before unloading a bit of his gear in the corner of the room, keeping his rifle and some ammo on hand just in case. After getting a bit of that weight off his back he looked to Jean as he gave instructions and declared he’d take the night watch. He shrugged as he said they’d have to take the floor, he’s honestly rested on worse. Besides, the others needed it more than him. Luke stretched his arms until a few satisfying pops filled the air and made his way to the corner with gear, taking a seat on a pile of rubble while leaning his rifle against the wall before pulling out the beer he had snatched earlier when Franz looted the building. A grin slipped onto his face before opening bottle and taking a sip. 

[color=a0410d]“Dear god that is bliss,” [/color]he chuckled as the taste of blood and dirt was washed away by the alcohol. He watched as everyone began to fall in for the night and wore a tired expression on his face. It was true that getting some sleep would be good for him, but he couldn’t bring himself to lay down and close his eyes. What if something happened? He needed to be ready just in case. Taking another sip from his beer, savoring every last drop of his drink and making sure it last, Luke remembered the smokes and smiled a bit before beginning to fish for one. He pulled one out and began to look for a light, but soon felt his heart sink as he couldn't  find one. Not even a damn match! [color=a0410d]“Shit,” [/color]he muttered in disappointment before ruffling his messy brown hair and looking around the room to his fellow teammates. Would they lend him a light? He shrugged, it couldn’t hurt to ask. [color=a0410d]“Hey, anyone got a light?" [/color]he asked with a bit of hope in his voice. He really needed that smoke, it'd help him forget his exhaustion and stinging pain that still slightly pulsed through his face.