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

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A long, drawn out yawn escaped Luke as a new day in the field began and let out a small sigh as he rested next to the entrance of their crumbling shelter, his rifle laid out upon his lap with an eager round just waiting to be fired. As the small piercing rays of the sun finally peaked through the window and assaulted Luke’s tired eyes he couldn’t help but wince in annoyance as the sudden light gained an irritated grumble from the young exhausted soldier. He attempted to rub the blurriness out of his eyes and just now realized how heavy his eyelids were, finding it to be a challenge to keep them open. With a huff of irritation Luke silently regretted staying up all night before pushing himself onto his feet and rotating his neck, a small sigh of satisfaction as a few cracks reached his ears and helped loosen up his body for the start of the day. He winced slightly as his face wounds were still a bit sore from yesterday. Since he had a plenty of time last night Luke used some of the basic first aid he’s learned from training to bandage up the right side of his cheek. With cheap bandages he’s at least insured that nothing would fall back into his open wounds. After a few more stretches and pops from his limbs Luke peeked out the front door and got a good look at the depressing looking streets, frowning at the heavy fog that seemed to be consuming the war torn city. [color=a0410d]“Lovely, this day is just gonna be a fun one,” [/color]he muttered, the sarcasm just oozing from the tone in his voice. Well at least this foggy morning wouldn’t be helpful for any snipers, though they’d be just as blind. 

Luke’s mumbled curses of the day was soon halted as he heard the rest of the squad finally waking up to face the fantastic day. With a small sigh he began to put on his gear before noticing Jean coming in to get him for a briefing. [color=a0410d]“Already getting ready boss, hold your horses,”[/color] he smirked before gathering the rest of his gear and following after his superior to hear the briefing for the day. Luke entered the room with a heavy groan and cracked a grin as everyone gathered for Jean. [color=a0410d]“Well that night sucked, but at least no one's throat was slit by some sneaky Imp,” [/color]he chuckled before looking around one last time with an arched brow before seeing everyone’s throats were indeed still intact and nodded. [color=a0410d]“Yep, no slit throats,” [/color]he chuckled again before ruffling his messy brown hair and waiting for Jean to begin. After mentioning the shots from last night and giving an order to move out in case the Imps from yesterday wanted to go for another round. He nodded in agreement, for the first time actually, and strapped on his helmet. [color=a0410d]“Let’s get on with it then!” [/color]he declared before moving out with the squad. 

After pushing out of the complex and continuing on through the abandoned streets of Amone, marching deeper and deeper into the heavy fog that enveloped almost every inch of Luke’s vision. He would never admit it aloud, but it was a bit unnerving. Any second now they could catch a hot piece of led and become more bodies upon the pile of corpses that are scattered around the city. So far though they remained hot led free and moved through the streets with caution. Luke glanced up front now and then, noticing that Jean was leading the team with care and couldn’t help but frown that he was taking point. If he went down then they’d be down a Corporal and put them all in a world of hurt. It was clear he cared for the team, but Luke silently wished he’d hang back just a bit and let someone else take point. He soon brushed off those concerns and simply moved with everyone else, ready to jump into action and kill anymore Imps that want to test their luck with them. Maybe he’d get to test his new grenade on a few, feeling a bit eager to see it in action and silently hoping to find a room filled with the bastards. 

His hopes to test his new toy though vanished as Jean halted his advance and singled everyone to get down. Luke quickly fell to his knee and raised his rifle towards the heavy veil of fog that lingered before them, hiding god knows what that could probably kill them. He began to feel that same uneasy feeling from yesterday return to the bottom of his gut as he began to hear noises from up ahead. The grip around his rifle tightened as he swallowed a bit of nervousness as he swore he could hear voices speak out in the distance without care, as if they weren’t in a damn warzone. Though what really began to make him feel uneasy were the rhythmic footsteps that continued to grow closer to their position. [color=a0410d]“Come on, come on, come on,” [/color]he muttered quietly as his finger caressed the trigger of his rifle, ready to send off the first round of the day. Luke’s heart skipped a beat as a voice soon called out to them and arched a eyebrow as a bit of confusion washed over him. Soon a stranger finally emerged and Luke’s rifle quickly snapped to the mans head, his finger ready to squeeze the trigger, though before he could he noticed that the man never showed a shred of hostility towards them. In fact he looked rather calm for guy with a full squad of soldiers with their weapons drawn on him. 

To Luke’s surprise Jean left his position to confront the fancy looking Imp. He clicked his tongue in annoyance before lowering his rifle slightly as he walked between his sights of the Imp. Though this was all very confusing and frustrating, Luke listened as the Imp began to explain the neutral zone they were about to enter. His eyes widen slightly as he explained the area and rules before scoffing in amusement. [color=a0410d]“Seriously? That’s just… odd,” [/color]he stated before rising to his full height with a small smirk. A neutral zone where both sides can gather and rest, just to head out later and slaughter each other? That was either brilliant, or the most dangerous idea anyone could come up with, especially if a bunch of civilians were mixed in here. Luke rested his rifle onto his shoulder and arched a brow as the Imp threw out the fact that he was part of an Imperial Marksman squad like it was no big deal. Luke’s gaze hardened upon the man after learning what he was. A sniper? Knowing that made Luke feel a bit more uneasy as his thoughts returned to the Imperial sniper lurking around the city on a head hunt for soldiers like them. He definitely didn’t look like an amateur, in fact he looked like a seasoned pro. It was honestly a shame they couldn’t just kill him here, it’d be one less pain to deal with in the future. 

Soon Jean and the fancy Imp finished talking, Jean seeming a bit excited as fresh beds and warm baths awaited them in the inn. They sound nice indeed, but he could hear the distant clinks of glasses and cheerful laughter. That could only mean one thing! [color=a0410d]“Looks like we’ll have plenty to drink tonight!” [/color]he laughed before marching on ahead with a happy pep in his step and pleasant humming tune. He noticed Gwyn began to move up before him, offering to check it out and chuckled as he stated to not avenge him if he never came back. Luke grinned before slapping a hand onto his fellow rookies shoulder and chuckled. [color=a0410d]“What, ya trying to steal the first round of drinks mate? Not if I have anything to say about it!” [/color]he laughed as he walked happily beside him. As the inn came into view Luke couldn’t help but laugh some more, his thirst for a good drink almost overwhelming. [color=a0410d]“Come on then, if we can’t kill the Imps here, we can at least drink them under the table!”[/color] he shouted with excitement, hoping the Imps ahead could hear him. If this was a no kill zone, then Luke was gonna have a field day with the bastards. 

[@Brithwyr]