Mick followed Nadia, and sat near her as Emerson gave his next announcement.
He felt like he should've been more friendly to these new squadmates, but he was distinctly wary after his last deployment.
He started remembering it...
..."Kenneth, the turret! NOW!" Mick's commanding officer shouted at him from a couple of metres away.
He'd somehow found himself ahead of the squad, who were still advancing along the bridge, and he knew he'd get a bollocking for it later, but he had a job to do.
With no words of acceptance at the command, he nevertheless aimed his Spectre and shot at the last American in this defense emplacement, and the man letting rip inaccurately with a .50 Cal Browning became riddled with bloody holes as he fell backwards, dead.
Turning around, however, he was greeted by more gunshots.
McMillan, one of the privates, had just shot Kerry and Ernie in the back of the head.
Before Mick could react properly, he had picked off Captain Holmes as well.
Snapping to his senses, he blasted at McMillan, and his head erupted with the damage Mick's bullets cause.
The silence struck him heavily; he'd trusted McMillan previously, he had become a great friend during their time together.
But he was putting on an act all along, it turned out.
Investigating the corpse found an American flag tattoo on his shoulders, and a mobile phone with orders from a USMC higher-up...
...Snapping back to reality, Mick overheard Nadia talking to Katrina.
"I'll help too, if you want." He offered.
