Damn it damn it damn it- not only is he not alone, he's KNOWN. Recognized. The list of people that know his face are few and far between.
The ones that are still alive are all the more sparse. But that was his name he'd heard and- a crack of a bullet has him reacting instead of thinking. Helmet on, seal popped, HUD up, motion trackers he'd set out blinking into place- someone on a ridge. No visual. Single target. Years of trying to shove that training to the back of his mind and see people as people and not targets is all undone. Sidarm, shotgun- battle rifle still in the wreckage.
He'll have to get in close. There's just about enough cover from him to the rocks leading up to the ridge to make it possible. He tosses a rock in the opposite direction, clattering against crates he'd stacked earlier as he dives for the next round of cover.
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The ones that are still alive are all the more sparse. But that was his name he'd heard and- a crack of a bullet has him reacting instead of thinking. Helmet on, seal popped, HUD up, motion trackers he'd set out blinking into place- someone on a ridge. No visual. Single target. Years of trying to shove that training to the back of his mind and see people as people and not targets is all undone. Sidarm, shotgun- battle rifle still in the wreckage.
He'll have to get in close. There's just about enough cover from him to the rocks leading up to the ridge to make it possible. He tosses a rock in the opposite direction, clattering against crates he'd stacked earlier as he dives for the next round of cover.