[center] [h3][color=a0410d] [b]Luke Godfrey
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Luke’s eyes traveled down towards the ground as Jean answered his question, quietly rubbing his thumb over his rifle’s bolt as he thought on his answer. [color=a0410d]“Peace… Righteous,”[/color] he muttered under his breath, trying his best to relate to the words in some way, but those words felt so distant… so foreign. When’s the last time he’s felt that way? He silently ran his fingers over the scars on his face with a small frown. Would he ever know a peaceful life? Or was he doomed to keep forcing himself forward through this shitshow that was his life? He shook his head and sighed before pushing himself up, following his team as they began to move on. As they moved through the ruined city Luke began to notice a few more burnt out buildings they passed. He arched a brow and tightened his grip around his rifle, finding the burnt out structures to be very unnerving. A shiver ran up his spine before quickly catching up to Jean and Thomas. Soon Thomas broke off to clear out another building, leaving Jean and Luke outside. Luke silently scanned their surroundings, his rifle raised slightly, though attention was soon taken as he spotted Jean heading for a nearby tram cart. Not wanting to get separated he quickly followed behind him, though as they grew closer he would soon regret it.


As they grew closer a familiar foul stench reached his nose. Luke gritted his teeth, silently hoping they wouldn’t come upon the same horror he had seen earlier. Sadly he would be forced to lay his eyes onto it again. At least he wouldn’t be the only one this time. He managed to catch a glance of what looked like two charred bodies before Jean stumbled back, Luke stepping out of the way before following him with a small frown. With a small sigh he rubbed his eyes before looking to Jean to say something, though before he could say anything he noticed an even more terrifying scene just down the street from them. A pile of charred and mutilated bodies just left out in the middle of the streets like trash.  A nervous smile crawled it’s way onto his face, his lips quivering and his breath becoming faster. [color=a0410d]“You gotta be fuckin kidding me,”[/color] he muttered with a terrified chuckle before taking a step back in fear. As Jean fell over to vomit Luke quickly turned away, clutching his eyes closed and covering his mouth to hide his trembling smile. Flashes of the burnt corpses continued fill Luke’s mind, screams of pain and agony over a roaring flame echoing in his head again. Slowly he breathed through his nose, trying to calm his nerves before opening his eyes and pulling his shaking hand from his mouth. With a short cough he took one last deep breath before turning back to Jean and Thomas as they composed themselves. Silently he gave a firm nod towards Jean as he silently ordered them to move on. 

Luke felt a bit of relief as they left that horrific scene behind with his team, though the images would still occasionally flash into his head and send a shiver up his spine. Maybe coming along on this mission was a mistake. No! It had to be done and this was his chance to stand out in the ranks. There was no time for regret. Luke silently built up his resolve to push on and moved with his team to get their job done. As time passed they came across the remains of a lost sentry post with the bodies of what looked like several prisoners who had been executed. It was a bit unnerving really, knowing these poor bastards were just pushed to their knees and killed like some wild animals. He’d prefer to die fighting then on his knees. As Jean inspected the bodies Luke searched the area, looking for anything useful. Maybe a few spare bullets, grenades, anything that can be useful. Sadly this place looked picked dry of anything useful. He managed to hear Jeans rambling as he stated that these were the Royal Grenadiers and turned around with an arched brow. He honestly didn’t know who they were, but they sounded fancy. Right now though it didn’t matter though. Luke gave a quick prayer for the poor bastards before moving slowly along the streets, keeping an eye out for any dangers, leaving Jean and Thomas to speak. 

Luke silently fell into his thoughts, kicking some rocks to the side before looking back to the others as they began to move up the streets. His eyes drifted down though towards a few fuel canisters in the street, some of the fuel leaking onto the ground. He arched a brow, why would anyone leave those behind? Those could have been useful to someone. He shrugged and moved across the street, but froze as a distant thumping noise. Instantly he knew what those thumps were and dove into a nearby man sized crater. With gritted teeth and closed eyes he clutched onto his helmet and awaited a barrage of artillery shells to rain down onto him. They never did though and slowly he opened his eyes before peeking out of his crater. Slowly he rose from the crater and clenched his teeth in anger before quickly walking back towards Jean and Thomas. [color=a0410d]“Fuckin Imps, can’t they just give it a fuckin-”[/color] before he could finish he managed to hear a distant gunshot before his vison was ingulfed in a bright explosion. Luke gave a shout of shock before he was sent flying through a ruined stores broken window, crashing onto the hard and rotten wooden floors. A groan escaped Luke, though all he could hear was a high pitched hearing as he laid on his back with gritted teeth, his vision blurred and his body aching in pain. 

Slowly he began to regain his senses before rolling over onto his hands and knees. After a few hard coughs his hearing began to return. Sadly, the first thing he heard were screams of pain and agony from outside the building. [color=a0410d]“Fuck,”[/color] he muttered before coughing a bit more. He looked over to his right and snatch up his rifle before crawling over to the shop window. Gradually he peeked outside before his eyes widened to see a legless Thomas in the middle of the street. [color=a0410d]“Fuck!”[/color] he hissed in anger before falling back down behind the window. Silently he ran several ideas through his head on what to do before hearing Jean bark out questions about the shooter. He gritted his teeth and growled.[color=a0410d] “I got nothing! No eyes on the fucker!”[/color] he shouted back before ripping off his helmet and tossing it aside in frustration. As the helmet rolled along the floor it stopped next to some shattered glass from a mirror that laid scattered next to some old mannequins. Soon an idea formed in his head before he crawled over to the shattered mirror, plucking a sizable shard from the floor before wiping it clean of dust until he saw his dirty face.

 With a deep breath he eased the piece of mirror out the window and began to scan the streets, looking for any signs that may lead him to the shooter. It looked empty with no signs of their attacker, but soon he spotted a large tower down the street. Sadly he couldn’t see the sniper, but he’d bet all his money that’s where he was. [color=a0410d]“Alright, alright you fucker, just you wait,”[/color] he muttered before crawling towards the shops entrance. With a grunt he knelt near the door frame and spotted Jean. [color=a0410d]“I think I know where he is, the church tower north of us. I couldn’t get eyes on the prick himself, but I’m betting that’s where the fucker is. That’s where I’d be at least,” he said before resting his head against the doors wooden frame. “No way we can take the shot to take him down, too far,”[/color] he said before glancing over to the legless Thomas with a frown. There was no way they could get him with the bastard gunning for them. There had to be something they could do! With a heavy sigh Luke scanned around to spot anything that could help them until his eyes came upon an abandoned field gun on the corner of the street pointing away from them.

Could they possibly use that against him? Was it loaded? Was it even functional still? They’d have to aim it towards the bastard as well and there was no way the sniper would give them the chance. Luke rapidly tapped onto his rifle, trying to come up with a plan before looking to Jean with a firm look. [color=a0410d]“Jean, listen up I think I got a plan,”[/color] he said before pointing towards the field gun. [color=a0410d]“If I can get to it I could get it working and hit the prick shooting at us, I know the basics, thanks to a few people from basic training. I’m gonna need you to get the pricks attention though, if he sees me I’ll be a dead man,”[/color] he said before giving a small sigh. [color=a0410d]“It’s a long shot, I know, but it may be our only choice. The longer we sit here, the less chance we have getting out of here alive,”[/color] he said before glancing to Thomas with a frown. [color=a0410d]“He won’t last long and the fact he’s still breathing could only mean the bastard in the tower is using him as bait, but I don’t think that will last much longer so we need to act now,”[/color] he finished before gripping his rifle tightly and locking a firm gaze with Jean as he awaited his reply.

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