Johnny was a young guy, a young buck who use to work the farm. He was until he decided to join up and enlist, his family needed a son in the guard. To bring glory to their crestfallen family, they simply did not have the glory they once had - far from what they once were, but now was a chance for redemption. No one would have thought joining up would place such men into a crazy training regiment, the longest that was ever heard out of the guard. It was intense but not something Johnny wouldn't be able to fuck up, in fact, he excelled in such stressful situations that were opposed onto him during basic.
Kage was a good battle buddy and they had bonded over their voyage of emotions, shitty days (all of them) and they had grown to be friends. Kage's display of fancy talking always seemed to entrance him in some kind of enthrallment. He shook his head and woke up from his fancy talk for a moment, they were about to get their equipment issued. "Naw, I'm fohn." He said going up to the other men and gathering his equipment, he was a strong as an ox as he picked his heavy lasgun and carbine along with the rest of his equipment before treading off.
It was true Kage was the ammo mule but he simply was able to move faster, carry more while Johnny was the gunner the crackshot so to say. Johnny just liked to shoot the big guns, and shoot the shit with the boys. A few minutes later he had all his shit organized and was weary to get the hell off this rock. "Les' go Kage." he said as he shuffled off with the rest of the platoon to the shuttle, not one to dawdle or idle around when work was to be done the brute headed onto the shuttle and hopefully, off to the next war.