Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-26060252-20141016202850/@comment-24857097-20141119030216

Oliver crouched low and checked behind him. Nickel and Scarlett were ready with their melee weapons and waiting for the signal. He flipped the firing switch on his gun to safety and slung it over to his back to take out his Hatchet. It's a well balanced weapon requiring precise hits in order to be used effectively without wasting stamina. Unfortunately, he didn't pack a sound suppressor for his 1911 and his G36K doesn't support sound suppressors, so he'll have to rely on well placed melee attacks for the meantime.

He looked over at the duo's sniper nest and made hand signals that translates to the following: "Everyone's accounted for, waiting for your mark."

He turned to Nickel and Scarlett and whispered.

"Remember to stay close, it makes it easier to cover each other's backs."

He looked forward and remembered a terrible memory. Back in his military days, his team was not staying close together. The screams of one of his late-teammates echoed through his ears before he shook his head to focus back on reality, tears dropping down on his cheeks.

''These guys may be mercenaries, but they're still my teammates. It's my responsibility to make sure that they don't die on my watch. Doesn't matter who is the leader.''